Perfect Son-in-law

Depression - Karaoke

Heavy rain flushed the local area where the Samudra workshop stood.

Mada has not returned yet. The rese turned out to get a car repair job at one of the workshops owned by his colleagues in the city center who were skilled. The ocean shook with a curse and curse that would not be heard by his best friend.

Until this afternoon, the workshop did not also open Samudra. Though customers look back and forth and then leave with a puff of regret seeing a rollingdoor that stretches to cover their goals.

His boss's ocean, obviously can be as delicious as a stomach.

And Glo, at first the girl decided to leave shortly after they arrived at the workshop after returning from Lussi's engagement, but until five this afternoon, the rain did not stop. Forcing him to stay, and now just pensively staring at the wet scenery behind the glass, from the room he slept in last night.

Occasionally his face was turned to stare at the phone in his grasp with a lethargic look. Still hope it rings showing the message or call of the friend he was waiting for from yesterday.

Feeling achy at what he was doing, Glo decided to leave the room. His phone was placed on the bed.

In the room where the television was lit, the ocean sat pensively with its head propped up by a sofa. His face was bent against the ceiling with a blank look. Cans of cold drinks appear scattered on the table in front. Some have been shaved.

Glo who found that situation certainly understood. The feeling of the Ocean was not as good as the man had said. However betrayed is a disgusting thing that is certainly hurtful, even though Glo is not as experienced as it is about romance.

He approached the Ocean in a slow motion and sat beside it with great caution.

“Are you hungry? I can buy something,” bargain.

Hearing and realizing that, Samudra raised his face and turned to the side where Glo was now looking at him quite concerned.

The man smiled, then shook his head. “I'm not hungry yet. You?” He asked back in a loud tone. His eyes are reddened.

Glo also nodded. “Sama.” Position altered. His lethargic face without makeup polish is now straight facing the television that broadcasts a football news.

Samudra knew the girl was getting bored. “What's your next plan?" He tried to chat, hoping to reduce Glo's saturation.

Glo looked at him. For a moment he looked at the man's face, then shook his head while smiling wryly. “I don't know.”

Confused actually. At this time Samudra is burdened by the stupid incident about the girlfriend who betrayed her. Now one thing made her feelings even more confused. Confusion arising from pity. The girl in front of him looked like she was losing her way of life, although the Ocean did not yet know what exactly had happened to the girl, aside from the burdened gaze.

Until an idea then popped into his head, to at least melt the atmosphere.

“Mending us karokean!” he lifted his body, then stepped forward towards the television. Both his hands began to busy installing microphone cables and others, arranging the required parts.

Glo looked at the man with a confused look. Heart grimaces.

Karaokeans?

The buzz of koplo rhythmic music began to sound. The ocean came back to Glo with two mics in hand. “Nih.” He gave one to the girl. “Come sing.”

Glo stammered in receiving. From his expression, it was clear that the object in his hand felt foreign to him who had never done anything like the one that Ocean had just invited.

The ocean has entered the first verse of the song. Glo turned his head with a face still confused as to how. But in the next minute, the mic he held began to close to his lips, then a voice-followed singing stiffly. The song played was quite familiar, therefore Glo knew and could follow.

The next second, Samudra sang again. They duet in excitement through several different-flavored songs. Starting from koplo, dangdut sung in a ngaco tone, upbeat pop that is delicious to be performed by Samudra, to sad song themed 'ibu’ that makes Glo sad, he said, until unconscious his head rested on the shoulder of the Ocean field with a face of tears.

The ocean stroked the girl's head attentively.

“Change the song, yes?” the man suggested.

Glo raised his head. Feeling stupid, he then smiled shyly while rubbing the wet on his smooth cheek. “Sorry," he said unkindly.

Samudra bantu rubbed the cheek accompanied by a smile of understanding. “Nothing. Relax," he replied. “I kebelet peed. To the toilet bentar yes,” he said as he moved.

Glo just nodded. After the Ocean is lost behind the bend to the toilet, the mic is placed on the table.

Whether conscious or not, because of the thirst whack throat, without reading the brand of drink that scattered the rest of the Ocean, Glo took one, opened the sparkling lid, then sipped the drink. His face grimaced at the first gulp. He turned the can in his hand, watching the contents in it. I was surprised because it turned out to be beer.

“Pantesan aja a bit hook,” comments while wiping lips. “But ... tasty too anyway,” he continued silly. Feeling challenged, in the end he passed on to the next gulp.

Right in the last drop, Ocean came and was immediately shocked to see Glo who had just lifted a beer can from his lips. “Glo! You drank that?!” he asked as he took a quick step, again sitting at the original place beside Glo.

Glo responded with a clumsy smile. Her wet lips were rubbed back. “The reason I wear,” respond plain pitched.

“But it's beer, Glo!” The ocean's a little anxious.

Rows of white teeth neatly pointed Glo at the Ocean. “Nothing. It's delicious, "it's a sinless reply.

The ocean felt wrong. Banging his back on the sofa with a crisp smile then shaking in thought. “Ber-ener stress ni chick,” murmured, but Glo still heard.

“I'm stressed, you know?!” said Glo while hitting the origin of the shoulder of the Ocean. One can of whole beer was then taken again from the table. “Saking stress, I'll escape from home!”

The ocean was shocked to hear that, to the point that it was aghast from the back of the sofa. “Kabur?”

Glo nodded. “Iya.”

Sparkling cans successfully opened the girl. He then smiled as he brandished the drink in front of the face of the Ocean. “I want more," he said still half sane.

The ocean didn't prevent him from watching him start sipping beer in the second can. Something may have just been picked up by the man; Glo, the girl is not doing well, he concluded.

And the stronger the guess was when suddenly Glo bowed deeply and sobbed.

“Glo!” The ocean raised its face carefully using one palm. “What's up?”

In tears, Glo stared into the eyes of the man before him.

“Why can't I do what I want and like? Why am I being treated as if I am a puppet?!”