Perfect Son-in-law

Writing Actually

Time pointed to the figure past twelve nights, the Ocean soared straight to his office after being contacted by a security guard through Ernest.

“Pak Gus!”

The man in the uniform turned around. “Pak Sam!” Then shifting yourself gives a gap to his superior.

The ocean is approaching. He saw the body of Mr. Jo lying on the sofa. “Dia ..”

“He staggered into this office your name, Sir.” The security guard named Gusnadi explained without being asked. “I sped up, but he wanted to take something important he said.”

Samudra turned his guard briefly and then returned to Mr. Jo. “Nyampein something important? .... Already in a battered state like this?” He wants to know.

“Betul, Sir!”

The ocean scrunched up. “She's Rohan's assistant. What's he looking for in the cave? Does this include Rohan's strategy? Trus who uda makes him bengep kayak gini?” Heart wonders.

“Call the clinic doctor who is in front of the road, Mr. Gus,” his orders later.

The guard agreed, then resigned with respect.

 

The ocean was sitting leaning against the sofa crossed legs when Mr. Jo moved his head just realized.

He's still observing.

The next second, Mr. Jo found the eye. The eyes that the man she was looking for. “Samudra,” hisses. The man sat across from him.

The ocean holds up the body. Both elbows he put on top of his thighs, while his palms grasped a mobile phone. His body slightly he leaned forward, then asked, “What are you looking for me?” He asked without making any small talk.

Mr. Jo tried to get up hard, while grimacing because of the pain that came from the bruise of the face.

The ocean didn't help him one bit.

It's been. Jo sir is sitting perfectly. Blood flowed in his temple a little he wiped with his hands, then looked back at the Ocean as if he did not want to waste time. “I to si-”

“Pak! It's the doctor!”

Gusnadi came to interrupt. A skinny man in glasses with a blue vertical striped shirt followed him.

Ocean sidetracked. Datar looked at Mr. Jo, then turned to the doctor Gusnadi brought. “Please treat the wound, Doc.”

The doctor nodded and quickly pulled out the medical devices in the bag he was carrying.

Mr. Jo waved a hand trying to hold the Ocean who went into a room.

“Quiet, Sir. We treated the wounds of the Father first. Then you can talk again with Mr. Sam," said Gusnadi.

Jo sir is resigned. In this place he was walking, the Ocean was a dead price. No one can disobey the man, let alone the man who is a nobody. Especially now he comes on the basis of personal taste, not carrying the word on behalf and support of Rohan, his superior.

A short time later, Gusnadi reported to the Ocean Room. Said that Mr. Jo's wounds had been finished. Samudra gave some of the highest denomination of money to the security guard. He believed the money was more than enough to pay for the medical services of the doctors he called. If less, just ask for it again, simple!

After that, Samudra came out to meet Mr. Jo. The knit sweater he wore now changed to just a plain black long-sleeved shirt that he rolled up to the elbow.

Mr. Jo was sitting quietly staring at the glass of water and some medicinal strips on the table in front of him, when the Ocean came to the room again. He raised his face and then straightened his body.

The ocean took its original seat.

“So, what's your destination come?” ask the man to Mr. Jo after his position is slick. He didn't want to know about Mr. Jo's battered state when the old man arrived at his office.

“I ...” For a moment Mr. Jo was silent just to catch his breath. Then he looked at the Ocean with serious mimicry. “Please do not hurt Miss Glorien again, Samud-uhh I mean ... Mr. Will.” He's rectifying.

The ocean narrowed its eyes, but did not ask. Let Jo continue.

“If you vent revenge and anger on Miss because of the incident six years ago, you are wrong, Mr. Sam. Miss doesn't know anything.”

The ocean gave a skeptical look.

“Then?” He demands. “Who really should? ... You guys? Or Rohan?”

Samudra gave time for his father Yara to organize the sentence. Letting the seconds pass in silence.

The next moment, one hand of Mr. Jo seemed to be moved up, reaching into the inside of the suit he was wearing. A piece of paper was now in his hand. He stared for a moment.

The ocean is still watching.

“Only this paper that I managed to get,” Pak Jo said regretfully.

He recalled how he crawled into a car after being beaten by two people who had kicked him on the street a few hours ago. In regret, a smile she drew on her bruised lips. The envelope in his hand at this time, accidentally dropped the two scammers in the map they seized.

“Please you read.”

The ocean stared anxiously at the sealed envelope, which was thrust by Mr. Jo's hand into his presence at this time.

“This is the actual Miss writing, before Mr. Rohan sabotaged," said Mr. Jo. ”Law letter Lola delivered to you in jail years ago.”

The eyes of the Ocean widened, followed by a loud roar inside the chest.

A brief description of Mr. Jo immediately brought his thoughts at that time. The time where he rolled roared in the cold of the prison floor, crying over the filling of a letter about a divorce request that Glorien had sent through Lola.

“I've already risked my life, and in the future it might be my job, just for the sake of proof of that. For God's sake I don't lie,” continued Mr. Jo reassured again. “I love and care for Miss, just like I love Yara.”

The ocean looked at the expression of the man before her, but found nothing but earnestness of great value.

He took the paper with doubt.

“Hopefully the writing could change your line of sight towards Miss Glorien.” Jo stopped, then stood up. “I pamit.” He bent his body thinly, then moved away with definite steps, yet still limped.

The paper in the palm of the hand stared at the Ocean with a rumbling heart. Mr. Jo, who was about to reach the doorway, gave a quick glance, then looked back at the paper.

The contents tucked inside the envelope were raped. The envelope he placed on the table, then began to slowly unfold the paper as if there were heart-wrenching doubts.

I don't trust those people.

I'm sure you're not as bad as they say you are.

Samudra, I miss you.

Papa didn't give me permission to see you in jail.

He locked me up with a guard that I couldn't get through at all.

Samudra .. said you miss me too.

Don't let me down.

Soon our son is born, you should not be there long.

Don't leave me alone and lonely here.

Don't let our children be born without a father.

Promise yes .. You will get out of there, and then pick me up.

But if it has to be a long time, I'm ready to wait for you. Until whenever it is.

^^^Glorien^^^

Tears roll past the cheeks.

The ocean seemed to be booming in his heart. Pain is not helped. Squeeze the paper and then hold it in the chest, then as you like. It was so painful to read verse by verse Glorien's writings.

Regret instantly gnawed at his broken soul.

Regretting why he immediately believed without digging the truth first.

“Sorry to me, Glo.”