Perfect Son-in-law

Glo & Jess

”Why can?" Rohan growling. His two hands clenched tightly until his fingers turned pale white.

In front of him, Mr. Jo seems silent after bringing unpleasant news that he got from a subordinate.

A half-acre old building on the border of the city, Rohan initially intended to buy a building inhabited by a pair of grandparents to build a supermaket. But out of nowhere it comes, someone messing around wants to buy.

From Mr. Jo digging, Rohan learns that the real buyer behind the errand is Samewise Will-or Samudra.

“Is that person on purpose?” Rohan tightened his jaw.

Jo sir can't be sure. “Sorry, Sir, I don't know the motive yet.”

Rohan's gaze pierced him. “Ask your daughter, Jo! ... Isn't your little girl now a part of them?”

Jo sir was confused. Until now, Yara has not explained anything about her move to the Samudra camp. Yara has not been home to see him, even very difficult to contact.

“Will I try, Mr.” He couldn't have said no. Rohan must have pressed on it like a teabag that was forced to give color.

The rest is without words. Rohan is really frustrated.

How can he compete with a man who is still legitimate as the husband of his daughter?

The reality is sometimes too naughty to set.

“Until any time I will never receive it!” Then determined, “I'll snatch the marriage letter and force her to divorce Glorien.”

...*****...

Elsewhere, Glorien looked annoyed. Samudra just called and told him to come somewhere.

Forced to drive his own car, he left. Can not be evasive, must be willing to leave - whether it's work, time off, or when his stomach heartburn even once. Now Samudra did not help his forcing attitude. The man would threaten in any way to make him like a tame rabbit.

A cafe. Just like Samudra shared its location earlier, Glorien has now reached there.

A gust of breath sounded heavy from his mouth as he stared at the modern building towering before his eyes. “Sial is really me," he lamented. Wedges that he was wearing suddenly felt sore feet when stepping. Though the height of the shoe is no more than four inches. The aura of the Ocean really has a sensitive effect on every detail of its state.

Despite the force, Glorien continued his steps. Heavy steps were swung as if dragging a giant bunch of rocks.

Shit again, just his foot was tracing the doorway, sounding clinking a short message entered his phone.

Glorien reached into the tote bag on the left hand. The phone was opened and read.

‘Live in, and act like we're a business partner’.

The woman snorted while rolling her eyeballs. “It should be so. We're business partners. But you change as well as your stomach,” grunts. But not daring to say, 'I'm also your wife', it's too weird after all this time-for Glorien.

Put the phone back in the bag and then into the cafe with steps filled with a mountain of true annoyance.

From a distance, the face of Samudra's super tamvan songong already loomed in the eyeballs. Glorien threw the irritated mimic of his face into another corner and then returned to the Ocean.

The man's hand grew even more irritating. He wanted to stomp his feet hard, but blocked the attitude that is embedded in him.

All around, the cafe visitor seemed crowded filled almost the entire table, he was embarrassed by it and did not want to look stupid if he followed his heart.

Finally, other than a face full of annoyance, Glorien walked elegantly again with a forced.

“Sit.” Samudra pointed his right hand at the opposite seat, when Glorien had arrived before him.

“What do you drink?” Samudra asked ordinary.

“I'm not thirsty,” reject Glorien indirectly. He uncovers his long sleeves to see the watch on his wrist. “Can cepet, no? I have this other business.”

The ocean is like the wind. Both hands are made to cross with legs crossed. Looking closely, his lips were pulled to the side as if something was amusing. “Now I'm your boss. There is no nego!”

Glorien snapped a quick glance at the man then crisped inexhaustibly. “Whatever!” Choose to give in, he threw away the face of not arguing.

In the same minute ....

“Sam. This ..?”

Glorien and Samudra compact turned.

Jesslyn had just come and was now standing in the middle between the two people before her. His face turned to Glorien, and the Ocean asked for an explanation.

The ocean understood the sirat of the beautiful woman. “Oh ... knowin, Jess. It's Glorien. My business partner,” he said introducing. “He just so happens to be here himself. Cassian. So I invite you to join here aja.”

Glorien cursed in his heart. “This man ... really want me to hammer!” His frustration has reached the crown, but as much as possible still put a reasonable attitude full of politeness. “Hallo, Miss Jess,” said hello later while reaching out to Jesslyn. Her heart started to chirp, “So I was asked here to be a mosquito repellent?”

Jesslyn accepted a little doubt. “Ah, yes, hello, Miss Glorien.” Then sit back to fill the previous chair.

He had indeed been there from the beginning with the Ocean. Disappeared because of permission on the man to go to the toilet for a while.

Jesslyn knew Glorien was Pascal's daughter, but there was nothing to say about it.

Freezing ambushed. The two women were silent with different feelings. Yet another with the Ocean. There was a tickling expression on his face that none of the two women were aware of.

“The end of the feeding cave is also the two of them. Satisfied dipping here and there, yekan?” He smothers his mouth with a fist and then throws away the face hiding his own ridiculous thought. “Life sometimes has to maruk too.” Then chuckle.

“Why you?”

Jesslyn's question was touching her. “Ah, no. I keinget babbling ngalor ngidul Mada aja,” kilahnya with the rest of the oddity.

“Oh," Jesslyn short response.

Glorien squinted his eyes. He suspected that the ocean must be planning something. But the gust of throwing away the face because Jesslyn's gaze felt intimidated him.

“You didn't order something, Miss Glorien?” ask Jesslyn.

“Ah, I will order later, Miss Jess,” replied Glorien a little surprised.

Jesslyn took a quick look. His face now turned towards the Ocean. “Yuna is in front. I've got to go, darling.”

The word 'honey' was slightly pressed.

“Oh,” Samudra nods. “Ya, already. You be careful.”

The two of them stood up to hug. But it turns out Jesslyn did an additional thing that instantly made Glorien throw away his face because it was uncomfortable.

The ocean rounded the eyes. Jesslyn kissed her lips long enough, not caring about being the center of attention of everyone around her.

“I'm first yes, dear. You don't be naughty,” said Jesslyn smiling spoiled.

The ocean nodded stiffly as it swallowed its saliva. Jesslyn doesn't usually act that brave. His pair of eyes then went down looking at Glorien. The woman ducked, pretending to play a cell phone.