Perfect Son-in-law

Sagara Son Papa

Rumsa, is the full name of Mbok Rum, the woman who raised Glorien from childhood, then took care of it to adulthood.

He remembered the face of the Ocean. Glorien posted a large photo of the man in his room when Samudra was pronounced dead by police almost seven years ago.

The ocean was shocked, then squinted. “Grandma know me?”

He hasn't known the woman for as long as he can remember.

Mbok Rum cried. With questions like that Ocean alone has shown that he is not wrong people. That shining handsome man was the Ocean.

“Nek!” samudra Tegur.

Breathe in Mbok Rum's claw to fill his congested throat. “I'm sorry, Samudra.”

“Meaning Grandma?” The ocean is getting more astonished. “Who is this Grandma really? Why do you know me?!”

Mbok Rum's tears are back. “I ...”

Finally painstakingly awash with guilt, Mbok Rum explains everything that happened during [after] him coming out of Pascal's palace.

Rohan Pascal, it has been explained by Mr. Jo before, that the man was the brain of the death sabotage of Glorien's son and Samudra.

A little kindness, Rohan asked Mbok Rum who took care of the poor baby. Initially Mbok Rum objected because the act was definitely hurting Glorien. But succumbing because Rohan remains the rule he respects, his command is the price of death.

Equipped with twenty million money when he went to bring Sagara's tiny baby, then poured monthly money according to Rohan's promise up to several times, then, as a living and a cost for the purposes that are biologically the grandson of the man, also for Mbok Rum himself. But after that, it's not all anymore. Rohan forgot what he promised.

Counting one year of Sagara's age, Mbok Rum departed from Semarang to Jakarta to meet Rohan and collect the promise of the man. Unfortunately, after arriving in Jakarta, Rohan instead rebuked and drove him 'not using a brain. Only a hundred thousand dollars he threw in front of Mbok Rum. He's sick of throwing money away for grandchildren he never wanted.

In addition, Rohan threatens to kill Sagara's baby if Mbok Rum informs Glorien, who is leaving for America with Lola. The presence of Sagara will certainly damage Rohan's purpose for the princess he will form as a leader.

Deleted pile services Mbok Rum who took care of Glorien from childhood. Rohan is not human.

From Jakarta, bringing with it his pain, Mbok Rum turned his hopes on the Samudra family in Sukabumi. Unfortunately, the house was empty. Darius and Miana are said to have moved in by local residents.

In the end he returned to Semarang empty-handed. The little baby she held she looked full of sadness throughout the journey.

After that time until the moment before he was sick, Mbok Rum worked odd jobs to meet the needs of his life also for the sake of baby Sagara.

It could have been given the baby to an orphanage, but Mbok Rum had no heart. He loves Sagara just as much as he loves Glorien.

The loud bang attacked the entire soul of the Ocean. His two eyeballs heated up and dropped the water without even blinking.

With a stiff motion, he looked back where the little boy he had been holding in a sling had fallen asleep on the sofa.

“Gala .. so Gala is my son?” His voice was almost stuck in his throat.

Mbok Rum nodded quickly still crying. “Iya, Samudra. He's Sagara, your son and Miss Glorien.”

Sagara, that name was the name Glorien had prepared during her pregnancy. The name adjacent to the name Ocean, equally means water.

The body of the Ocean trembled. Dazed footsteps approached Gala who was still sleeping quietly in her position.

“Gala, Son.” Her crying broke out for a moment. Coughing yourself under the floor. Sagara pulled him in a deck.

The boy was shocked and woke up instantly. “Om, what's up?” ask plainly confusion. “Grandma why?” All he thinks about is Mbok Rum.

The ocean takes off the hug, covers both cheeks and then kisses Sagara's tiny face with an emotional longing.

“Sagara, son of Papa.”

The more furrowed the boy who used to be called Gala was. “Papa?” She's confused.

“Iya, Son. Om it ... papanya Gala.”

Little Sagara turned his head quickly towards Mbok Rum who had been watching with endless crying. “Grandmother!”

He turned to the Ocean, looked at the man's face for a few seconds, then returned to Mbok Rum. “What do you mean by Grandma, this is Gala's papa?”

Ocean ambush, “Iya, Gala!” Summarizing back Gala's tiny cheeks with both palms. His gaze straightened into the eyes of the little one he so desperately missed. “Grandma bener. This is .. Gala's papa. Papa's bladder Gala.”

Sagara looked at the skeptics. He was still trying to digest the expression that had just entered his ear into the brain. “Om ... Is the real papa Gala?”

Ocean nods quickly, “Iya, Son. It's actually Gala.”

“But Grandma Gala said she doesn't have papa. Papa Gala uda go to the house of God.”

Hearing that sentence, the heart of the Ocean bounced. Crying sick while pulling Gala back in a trap. “Ngak, Son. Papa's here. Papa's coming home for Gala.”

Mbok Rum shook his head with a broken cry. Between pain and haru mixed into one.

Gala pulled away from the tightly hugged Ocean. His little face looked up at the face of the Ocean with already glazed eyes. “So real, Om papanya Gala?” Last time he wanted to be sure.

Again, Samudra nodded again to continue convincing the child. “Iya, Darling. Papa didn't lie. Gala can ask Grandma until Gala is satisfied and sure.”

There was a happy twinkle in the eyes of that seven-year-old little boy. Clear eyes berkacanya still can not be separated to look at the face of the Ocean.

“Why, Son? Does Gala not believe that this Om is actually Gala's papa?” ask Samudra's.

The boy shook his head.

“Continue? Why is Gala seeing his papa like that?” Confused ocean.

Gala was silent for a few seconds. “Gulf of Gala again ... Papa.”

The words and greetings succeeded in making the Ocean cry again. Quickly, he hugged the Gala back as the little boy asked. “Papa kangen you, Nak.” He pecked continuously on Gala's head and face, spilling all the sense of being cooped up for some time after Mr. Jo revealed that his son was still alive.

The door sounded. Mada poked with a bag of food in hand. Unusual circumstances, making him confused and frowning. “You why?” tanyanya while putting the bag in hand on the table.

Before replying, Samudra rubbed his cheek first. Releasing Gala from her hug, then stroking her son's dull little cheeks full of warmth. “This gala ... cave boy, Mad.”

The expression surprised Mada. He quickly approached them. “Serious lu?"

“Iya, Om. He's Gala.” The little boy said.

Mada smiled widely. An empty sofa near Gala sat on it. “Tuh 'kan, actually piling cave! He's your son! Slices are similar!”

Mada's statement encourages the view of Samudra on Sagara. The whole face was swept away without being missed. “Lu really, Mad. He really looks like a cave.”

“Well then!”

But when the direction of seeing the Ocean switch on the clothes Sagara wore, his expression turned sad, then sharpened like an eagle. “Rohan will pay for everything!”