Perfect Son-in-law

Out Concept

On the way, in a car that was driven not fast enough, the Ocean was silent, even with Glorien sitting next to him.

The two are silent.

The road that moves along the rotation of the car tire becomes as straight as Glorien's view behind the glass-covered Ocean. His back rested resignedly on the occupied seat. He was tired, very tired. Today's events may not be easy for the day ahead.

The farther the road eroded, the two hands of the Ocean were still a henchman with the steering wheel rotation that began slowly. He's tired too. Killing so many humans alone in the dark is enough to drain his tired energy basically. But at this moment, he was tempted to turn to the side of the left where Glorien was still awake in the same position.

The car was pointed to the edge, then stopped.

A moment went silent only to give a deep look to Glorien who had fallen asleep for some time.

Incidentally in the back seat, Samudra saw there was a hoodie belonging to Mada who fortunately did not smell musty. Mada became critical of hygiene after hanging out with a Russian girl who was a nurse-----animal-carer.

The ocean leaned in to grab the hoodie and slid it into Glorien's front body.

The hair that dangled was scrambled to the front of the woman's face, the Ocean slipped behind the earlobe. Glorien was perfectly unaware of the movement.

Deep in the heart the ocean again rumbled. Adjacent to Glorien is really 'not good for the health of his heart and liver that has been deteriorating for a long time. Glorien had an electrical stinger that worked invisibly, and that only applied to him. Before falling drowning in an unfunny melody, rush the car back to run. His heart kept cussing not to be lulled like a submissive marmot.

Arrive somewhere after all the time eaten on the trip.

Garage house.

The ocean came down from his car. The small door beside the rolling door he had made some time ago, opened it first, then approached Glorien and carried him in his arms. The car door was closed with feet.

“Samudra!” Glorien woke up surprised in his arms.

“Diem!” hardik Samudra continued to make steps.

“But I want pul-”

“Diem gak!” blow the guy a little harder.

Glorien's afraid. Back to relax the shoulders and surrender in the arms of the man who is legally still her husband status.

“Strong handle! If jatoh not funny!”

Glorien said again, his two hands tightly coiled around the neck of the Ocean. It was loud, but it sounded warm in his ears.

Yes ... Same with the Ocean, Glorien's heart also has the same problem. Problems that arise only when adjacent to the man.

So they both have the same disease, both hanging when close to each other.

Amidst the theme's indistinct romance, without Ocean and Glorien noticing, someone noticed from the side of the building. Peering with a part of the head bent.

Jesslyn Dun, the beautiful woman came out of hiding. Footsteps look limp, approaching the door that has just swallowed the Ocean and Glorien in a sling.

“Reacted real,” said weak. His red eyes stared at the door leaf in front full of disappointment. “You're not as honest as I've believed.”

A drop of tear falls rolling over the cheek without make up.

With a doubt, one hand raised up, then then pushed the unlocked door slowly and carefully.

Jesslyn went inside with a slow step arrangement so as not to make a thumping sound from the flat shoes she was wearing.

Ocean Room, Jesslyn approached him.

And coincidentally, the door was in a half-degree open state.

Jesslyn held onto her excruciatingly ill chest with one hand, crashing her shirt to the point of curling. While the other hand he raised to smother the mouth. Sobbing without a sound.

Samudra and Glorien are not yet aware. The two were busy in an equally-same circle fooled by the atmosphere.

The activity of treating bruises is over. Glorien's gaze over his eyes, the Ocean retorted back to look at him. The two stared at each other, as if trapped in a vacuum.

When feelings and desires of love are stronger than ego and vengeance, Ocean is clearly outdone this very second. He can't hold back. Glorien's lips are too tempting to want to be frowned upon.

Glorien. It was precisely following the instincts within him, without even giving a hint of gap to a form of rejection that he instilled.

After looking at each other, the face of the Ocean advanced slowly. Glorien closed his eyes ready to receive. The next second ... their lips officially clashed with each other full of taste.

But the ocean can't be that limited. His maleness demands more. He encouraged his actions to become more intimate, until it continued into a lustful wild kiss.

So brightly melted a high fortress in both of them that actually impressed stupid.

They both came out of concept.

THE PRANNGG!

The noise shocked both of them suddenly.

The ocean chipped straight out of the room without saying. Glorien followed in haste.

Get to it.

The world of the ocean is collapsing. He's sculpting.

Jesslyn stood with widened eyes as she looked down at the flower she had just touched to the ground and was now strewn with fragments on the floor. The girl was even more shocked when the Ocean got there.

“Jess,” hiss Samudra calls it with eyeballs barely out.

Glorien came and instantly widened, his one palm rising smothering his gaping mouth. “Jesslyn .... Did he see me and Samudra-”

Seeing from the devastated look of the model woman, Glorien believed .. yes! Jesslyn must have seen it.

“Oh, no!”

“Jess ... you .. since when are you here?” Samudra asked. Swung his footsteps closer towards the woman who was still his lover status.

But Jesslyn did not flirt with the question and instead held back the Ocean with a single palm that she raised. “Do not approach, Samudra.” His pair of legs retreated two steps slowly to dodge. “I don't want to deket the same traitor!” she cried in broken tears. “And you, Miss Pascal ...” The direction of his face moved to Glorien. “Samudra is my girlfriend and you know it! You're cheap!” Jesslyn was really angry. “You hugged kiss behind me. You guys are really like shit!”

“Jess!” Ocean rebuking. He quickly reached for Jesslyn's body and hugged her by force.

Jesslyn thrashed about wanting to escape. “Please me, Samudra!”

But the Ocean persisted and forced. “Sorry to me, Jess. Sorry me!”

Glorien's trapped. I could only cry and cry without sound. As Jesslyn said, she admitted.

He lifted his head to see two lovebirds in front of him.

Circumstances turn. A while ago he and the Ocean were dabbling with each other, but now ....

A very cruel scene!