Perfect Son-in-law

Old House At The End of Town

Glorien left the garage house in a taxi. Bringing along his heartache.

While Ocean.

Jesslyn's calm face was fixedly stared at with a turbulent feeling. The woman fell asleep after being tired of crying and let out all her feelings of disappointment.

The ocean is a man. He has to take responsibility for what he started. Jesslyn was innocent from any side. The girl was just an outlet of her heart. Hearts hurt by Glorien. Wounds that are hard to dry out.

But what about Glorien himself? What part is the heart of the Ocean now?

A while ago the Ocean even almost drowned with the woman in the same mistake. A beautiful mistake that might come back to be disastrous.

The ocean came out from inside the room with a frustrated face. Cigarettes on the table take one stick, make a match and then turn on and suck the twisting is haphazard.

A large car tire hanging on the wall was stared at fretfully, repeatedly reflecting thick smoke from his cigarette.

Until the sound of knocking on the door surprised him.

It's past midnight. Which creature would dare to disturb him at such hours?

Who else if not ....

“Hay, Sam.” Of course Mada.

The ocean regretted opening the door.

The typical grin of his friend was provoking lazy delicacies in his eyes that were getting tired.

The man turned over without responding to Mada's greeting.

“Sorry, Brader. The cave came without a brain. Abisnya cave telepin you do not mo lift. But this important news is that the cave brought,” cerocos Mada followed the steps of the Ocean which then ended up in a two-pair chair where they used to eat together-before.

“Live! Important what do you mean?” The ocean is impatient. He wants to go to bed soon.

“Tomorrow Mr. Horror will meet the owner of the old building for nego. So the cave asks .. you get up early in the morning. We have to go first there.”

The ocean squinted, responding seriously. “So Rohan started moving?”

“Ho'oh!" Mada nodded.

The Ocean response is relaxed again. Attracting a smile full of brushes. He started to stand up and pressed the table with two palms, leaning slightly towards Mada. “Fetch the cave before seven,” said. “Car keys are there." He pointed to a table containing various books. That'sit. The ocean then turned away.

“Eh, you didn't haggle nginep cave?!” mada Exclamation.

“Nothing!” The ocean waved its hands without turning around. “There's Jesslyn, the cave wants to keep her!”

Mada thieving, “Si anyeng! .... Win big mulu 'tu satan!” Then lifted up the body, standing with an annoyed look. The key was taken and then went out of the house.

The ocean lay on her back next to Jesslyn whom she had just covered. His gaze was straight at the ceiling.

Instantly his thoughts returned to Glorien's face which always seemed shady in his eyes.

“Gua should make this easy,” he said in his heart.

Shifting away from Glorien, he then recalled Rohan. Rohan who tomorrow will compete with him not directly.

“Pascal ...” He growls.

Putting together Pascal's name, the Ocean's heart immediately boiled again. He can never forget everything that happened and that he went through in pain on behalf of Pascal. And Glorien is a Pascal.

Revenge was back in his head.

Tomorrow, he really should not be lulled again by the natural charm of the woman.

Wet streets residual drizzle smelling of dust. It smelled as if it was a stifling poison. The ocean was silent with the seat reclined position. His face was slanted looking out the glass. Different school children in uniform color crowded the sidewalks bumping into each other.

A boy in a Kindergarten uniform led by his father laughed happily. Seemed to be chatting while walking. The ocean caught his attention. His always handsome face displayed a bitter smile. “If there is, you must be as big as him, son. And we do the same as them.”

His heart rippled in remembering that.

A moment of closed eyes to neutralize his feelings.

“Sam, you why?” Mada asked, wearing a true-tumbent tone.

“Sleep-deprived cave,” replied Samudra no interest.

“Heleh!" Mada sneers, “Im sure you mostly dugdugjos malem same si Njes.”

“Tu lu tau.”

The Ocean's answer sounded annoying. Mada put her lips together. Sorry to ask.

The car Mada drove carried Samudra towards the old house at the end of the city. The house that they will use to hold Rohan back from the success of Pascal's men's business.

Time points to the number seven hours less fifteen minutes-morning this.

Mada picked up really in the morning blind.

Jesslyn is still left by the ocean with a piece of paper with an apology, along with a rose that forced Mada to steal in people's yard. I hope the woman understands.

After an hour they finally arrived.

The ocean descends as it looks up to its height.

“Beautiful old building,” respond it in heart.

Actually, the nickname "old building", is not suitable for a house as beautiful as that. The courtyard and walls were even so clean and very well maintained. The shrub trees lined up neatly like guards filled several points. It is more fitting to be called a classic building, because it still retains its style and ornaments, which resemble the Dutch mansions of its time.

Mada circled around the front of the car then stood beside the Ocean-followed looking all over the place. “Keren, ye, Sam?”

Not responding much other than a glance of the face, the Ocean began to swing a step into the yard of the house.

The twin doors are wide open. On the terrace, there was an old mother with two small daughters, busy chatting. The ocean approached them.

“Excuse me, Grandma.”

The woman, who is estimated to be [possibly] over 60 years old, turned her head.

“Sorry, disturb, Grandma,” connect the Ocean before the woman answers. “I ... Oceans." He grabbed the grandmother's hand, and then endured it.

“Ya?” the woman said while fixing her glasses. “Whose child is looking for, yes?” ask without moving.

Two little girls sitting on the carpet with one toy box, busy watching the Samudra and Mada.

“Ahh, I just want to talk to Grandma," said Samudra. “I happened to pass by here earlier, Trus interested in this grandmother's house. Looks good for photos, Nek.”

“Lah?” Mada looked up, then nudged Samudra's arm with a confused frowning face. “Why be a photo-poto?” the whisper did not understand.

Samudra glanced at him with a piercing gaze, just a glance, “Diem lu!” the hardship is the same whispering, then smiling back at the grandmother. “Sorry, Mother. So ... can my friend and I have a casual chat with Grandma about this house, I just want to take some photos. That's also .. if Grandma is pleased and doesn't mind.”

The grandmother paused for a moment to digest, then said in a split second later, “Ah, so yes ...” He smiled and stood up. “Bby, Son. It just so happens that Grandma has coffee from Brazil. You guys should try it.”

The ocean smiled happily. “Ah, sure, Grandma. With pleasure.”