Perfect Son-in-law

Evacuations

The ocean was blown away after hearing Glorien's interruptions scream. He stared at the face of Regar who was not clear. The man had been unconscious, probably from a minute ago.

The violent manner has not faded from the face of the Ocean. If there were no Glorien, maybe Regar was the one who would end up in the lava after some other person who was exposed to the law of his hand in Moscow there.

Yep! Wrestling in the mafia world is indeed dark. It would be very strange if it did not involve violence, including murder and death.

But seeing from the super ill-fated condition of Regar, anyone will not be sure, tomorrow the man will still feel the warmth of the morning sun. Although his stomach is still visible fireworks signs life has not gone from its place.

And as a cover for the 4narchist act that Samudra just did, Regar kicked his body until he fell into the body of the car that a moment ago would be used by the man to escape Glorien. Not really satisfied. “Cua hope you die slowly!” he swore, then turned around.

“You okay?" the question then goes to Glorien. It still persists in the ego by wearing a regular tone. Covering up the true feeling is more than just anxiety.

Glorien shook his head. “I'm fine,” the answer is sniggering.

In my heart, Glorien was honestly not only afraid because of this bloody event, but there was also a feeling of horror that ran his breaking point. Changes in Ocean behavior - the reasons. It was really no longer natural in his view. The man became ruthless, making it seem as if he was seeing someone else that even he himself did not know who was meant to be.

But also undeniably, Glorien was quite grateful because the Ocean had managed to release him from danger.

The ocean responded with a breath of gratitude which she did not clearly show.

The two are now silent to each other in their respective themes. Then with the sudden and unexpected Ocean, Glorien actually scattered himself to embrace him full of emotion. Emotions born of fear.

The woman sobbed in his arms.

Ocean jerks. For a second in a state of confusion. His hand moved floating on the side of the stiff-body to lift. Actually he wants to give comfort with a reply to hug, but also does not want to lose the attitude by conscience. It would be very funny if it suddenly became cheap, while the determination was already as tough as steel to take revenge for what Glorien had incised in his heart.

Both feelings are urgent. It makes the ocean feel like it's in an alter ego state.

The small life in Glorien's content at that time, is the biggest trigger of revenge in the Ocean until this moment. He did not want to see the woman happy. While by herself has been sacrificed a lot, including one ginj4lnya and one hand Miana. At least that's the portion of the man's revenge.

Glorien immediately distanced himself after noticing the response of the icy ocean. He forgets that the Ocean is no longer his land.

“Sorry,” he said as he threw away his face and wiped his tears.

The ocean gasped and then swallowed. Did he just humiliate the woman?

UIW WIU ....

Police car sirens rang out from a distance, distracting the two lovebirds from the awkwardness.

A white car stopped on the road not far from them. Behind him, two police cars followed.

“SAM!” Mada ran in shock after slamming the door of his car hard. David and Ernest got out of a different car, followed Mada immediately from behind. All the policemen had rushed into the old building near them.

“Lu okay?!” tanya Mada after being right in front of the Ocean.

“Telate, Damn!” spray Ocean.

Mada felt all parts of the body of a friend and his boss with a riotous motion. “But you're not dead, your heirloom is also intact," he said as he rubbed the part he meant - not bald.

The ocean spontaneously shook his hand, continuing to clap the damn head. “Emang why cave heirlooms can be ampe ilang, Satan?!”

David and Ernest laughed. While Mada who looks silly is now busy wiping his head and tidying his hair like corn feathers. “Fuck, hair aing.”

In all the time they were busy throwing each other crunchy jokes. No matter how ill-fated Regar's body is lying near his feet.

Police officers are still in the building. One of them was seen coming out and approached a group of old children bottle cap. “Master Sam,” his reply to the Ocean accompanied by a thin smile, as implied something funny that I don't know.

“Ya, Ndan,” Samudra replied to a smile. Command4n the officer recognized. He was the one who helped him during the process of falsifying his death in the prison.

“Thank God you are fine, Samudra,” said komandar4n who from the embroidery bet his clothes inscribed with name; GIOVAN JHONI.

“Not funny if the hero dies first,” Samudra reply.

Giovan nodded still with a smile that had not faded. “Ya ... You really are," he said in agreement. “Having a backup life is indeed profitable.”

This time the ocean chuckled. “Placenta Moscow cat no doubt its quality.”

“Cua menta dong!" Mada holds hands. “Sapa tau cave skin can ampe ngampleh.”

“There's no!” tampol Samudra's.

From the inside, two officers came closer to evacuate Regar who was either still alive or not.

While watching his men work, Giovan said to the Ocean. “Why don't you cut the milk, Sam?”

Thin the ocean turned to the man in uniform. “If the cave cuts, he will not be able to genjot pocong-pocong virgin in the grave, Dan. Kesian,” answers as good as jidat.

Mada sneered, “Kalo pocong taste delicious, cave willingly dig a grave saben ari. But unfortunately the cave is still dear age, horrified checked fit again deliciously.”

I hit Ernest and David with a laugh.

“Yakali pocong back!”

The debate over their benefits was nothing funny in Glorien's eyes. He filled a little farther blocked by a clothesline, just after the arrival of Mada-still withstood his horror.

Giovan who caught his figure narrowed his eyes, observing in more detail. He clearly got to know after successfully grabbing that face. “Nona Pascal!" his shock.

All turned to the man, and the Ocean instantly realized. “Is he with you, Samudra?!” ask Giovan then.

The ocean turned to Giovan and then looked back at Glorien. “Iya.”

He's humbled.

“Nona! Is Miss okay?” giovan asked Glorien, shortly after his steps ended before the woman.

Glorien blinked and raised his face. “I'm fine, Sir.” An answer that doesn't fit his chest.

“Thank God,” Giovan nodded in confidence. “Your car is on the road there, is it?” the question is to remember the serial number of the car is engraved with the letters GLO.

“Betul, Sir." Glorien confirmed with a raucous voice.

“Ah, unfortunately your car tire is in a deflated state. Then let me drive you home.”

“Let him go back with the cave, Ndan,” Samudra ambushed as he approached Giovan and Glorien. “Couples should be personally responsible for him," he said.

“Oh, okay if so.” Giovan agreed with a thin nod.

“Come, Glo!” One hand of Glorien was pulled by the Ocean and left without a care.

Mada groaned as her car was carried by Samudra, then followed David and Ernest who had passed after saying goodbye to Giovan.

“Busty!”