Perfect Son-in-law

Blue Map

“BEDBAH!” Laura Jung yelled in wrath. “How can that damn woman survive again?!”

Upon hearing that the young woman he had sent to be a servant in Glorien's house had died, Laura was inflamed.

“Samudra really drives me crazy!”

The glass fragments from the glass he slammed into the door were scattered under the floor.

On the sofa, Edmon sat leaning back, staring at Laura with a sinister face. “Should I step in?” ask Edmon to offer himself.

Laura looked at the man. Highlighting Edmon's eyes was like looking at something deep.

“I don't believe you,”. Laura wasn't the kid yesterday afternoon who didn't understand Edmon's temper as long as the man followed her.

Edmon hates the Ocean.

If Glorien's troubles were entrusted to Edmon, it would be wrong for the Ocean to be finished off. Laura certainly doesn't want that. The ocean is an asset that is not just any in the pocket of his wealth, also.

Although age is quite embarrassing, but not Laura if not confident in what she wants. Including the Ocean which incidentally more worthy of being his son.

What's the point of a beauty doctor, if it can't help him avoid peot. Laura bathed in money. It will all be possible in his hands.

“Why?! What makes you not believe?" Edmon. “I can screw up that woman in just minutes.”

Laura threw out a face then snorted. “Just do the task according to your portion, Ed!” He returned to his chair. Snifter glass on the table is filled with vodka from Korea, then dipped once toilet.

“You're overindulging that brat, Honey.” Edmon. Lifting himself up from his seat then stepped near Laura. “You see this!” A tablet with a lighted screen he handed it to Laura.

Laura ducked down to stare at the screen. Observing a split second. From an already flat face, it gradually tightened furiously. “Samudra.” His teeth rubbed against each other a sign of anger began to rise to his head.

Edmon leaned his butt on the end of Laura's desk, clasped his hands with his lips smiling cynically. “See your beloved, Lau? He's even turned from what you've been directing.” The man provokes.

Laura's gaze sharpened. His chest was already roaring.

The classic house of Wilhelmina. That's what Edmon just showed Laura. Contains a picture of the warmth of a group of people across the ages who laugh.

Samudra had claimed the building as his property somehow. Wilhelmina gave up unconditionally.

Laura agreed to the purchase because Samudra said it would make the place a famous nightclub. But in fact .. the changes that take place are; the Ocean instead makes it a halfway house for street children and homeless people. Madam Wilhelmina herself assisted Mia and Sakti who manage. It really made Laura angry.

“I told you, Will is not a trustworthy person." Edmon continued to press toxic on Laura. He went down straight up, turned around the table, then ended up behind the chair the woman was sitting in. ”Only I can you trust," he sis. “Even more can satisfy you than Will who never appreciated you. I'm more mighty, Lau.” His body bent to put his head on the shoulder of the woman who was adrift far above him at that age. “Am I right?”

Laura whose hair was tied bun wriggled small, when her straight and innocent neck began to be frowned upon by Edmon. His hand moved up and felt the man's nape with his eyes closed. “You're right, Ed. Now I need to sweat to refresh my body again.”

...****...

The excitement is growing in the chest of the Ocean.

After the poison incident, Glorien was also almost hit by someone while walking towards the parking lot in a shopping mall with Lola. In the workspace of Pascal's hotel, hundreds of scorpions filled his bathroom. Glorien continues to be terrorized.

The lowered guard could not guarantee the woman's safety, no matter how tight the Ocean made it.

A piece of paper in hand stared at him with a turbulent heart. There's an unease that he can't cover.

“I'm sorry, Glo. I had to do this.” He's heavy-hearted. The paper was put in a blue map, then swung on the left hand.

The ocean came out of the garage.

In the courtyard one from Black Pen was ready to welcome him with the car door already gaping. The ocean came in and the car started to go.

An hour the silver car carrying him was already in front of the gate of Pascal's residence. A security guard opened.

With firm steps, the Ocean walked towards the twin doors that were towering overhead. The two men standing at the door invited him in after they opened their doors.

This time Rohan did not playfully guard his daughter. His house was like the headquarters of men in black. They are almost scattered around every corner.

Chesterfield guest sofa coiled in the middle of a spoiled prayer room. The ocean walked towards him and occupied one of them. “I want to meet Glorien.”

No need to shout, some of the guards immediately nodded and left without agreeing with the sentence.

Two minutes since the Ocean sat on the sofa, Rohan came.

His gaze was as usual, looking like a wild animal.

The collared shirt with black pants casually wrapped the body of Pascal's number one man.

The ocean observes through the tail of the eye. It looked as if the old man had started to lower his body to sit opposite him. The rest of the time, he focused on his phone.

“What brought you here?” asked Rohan coldly and flatly. But his pair of eyes were full of intimidation.

Serenely the Ocean raised its face, then smiled. “Night, Papa-in-Law.”

A cheap greeting to Rohan. He thought it was just the wind. “No need to waste word. Here one sentence will be counted hundreds of dollars.”

“Wow!" The ocean responded. “Then how many dollars do I have to pay if I speak like a forestry minister?”

Rohan casts a face. Free for. There is no price in front of the ocean.

That trashy son-in-law as usual would be extremely irritating to him.

Amidst the greeting that had just begun, Glorien came over.

The hair is beautifully smoothed with blue spiral pajamas, so sweet in the view of the Ocean. Suddenly he felt regret for the purpose of his arrival.

But yeah....

“What's up, Samudra?” Glorien asked flatly.

He sat down beside Rohan.

If it was peeled, deep down, Glorien was actually afraid of the man who had already turned into that cold-blooded creature. He recalled how the Ocean forced the servant woman to swallow the poison to death with her fierce eyes breaking open. And that's a follow-up to all he knows.

In his position, Samudra managed to put aside his feelings.

The map he had brought from the beginning, thrust it before Glorien.

“What is this?” ask Glorien.

Rohan was still watching.

“Declaration!" answer the Ocean without further ado. “You want that, right? ... I signed it."

Glorien was surprised not to be a bitch.

Can't hide as hard as he's holding back.

The ocean woke up from its seat. A split second looked at Glorien who was still down staring at the blue map on the table. “You are free, Glo,” he said, then passed away without looking again.