Perfect Son-in-law
Confused - Home
“Pak Jo!” Glo looked at the middle-aged man as if looking at a ghost. “How can Mr Jo know I'm here?!”
The man she was addressing, Jo, took a breath and smiled. “Pak Rohan is very worried about you, Miss. Miss better go home,” the answer is not according to Glorine's question.
The girl responded with pondering. He looked at Mr. Jo with a confused look, then turned to the Ocean who was still watching.
“I beg Miss to cooperate,” continued Mr. Jo with a thin body bent. “Pak Rohan said, all can be discussed carefully if Miss wants to do what Miss wants.” Then re-establish the body.
Glo in confusion. He is currently rebelling. Escape from home as a form of demo on the papa because of rules that he does not like.
At a glance from here the Ocean understands. The girl who was almost 24 hours with him was not an arbitrary girl. Then what happened between them last night, will it have a bad impact on the future for him and Glo?
The ocean has not been able to understand this situation properly.
In a few moments Glo stared at the Ocean. What happened between him and the man was not simple, but with the arrival of Mr. Jo, all of course he must be closed until here. In addition to fearing that his father would be angry, he was also worried that something might happen to the Ocean if he stood firm on his stance of rebellion.
In the end without saying a word, Glo chose to get into the car following the request of his subordinate.
The ocean that saw it tried to prevent, but his movement was detained by two sturdy men brought by Mr. Jo.
“Glo!” thrashing.
For a moment Mr. Jo looked at the young man with a difficult gaze to interpret, then turned to go into the car with Glorien.
There is nothing the ocean can do. The two men who blocked him had already passed by in different cars.
He stared with a puzzled expression, before finally choosing to return home to his workshop.
Once there, Lussi is no longer visible. He stepped deeper into the space.
His gaze when he entered the room where last night he spent his crazy time with Glo. The empty beer cans were even still scattered chaotically on the table.
Samudra.
The shadow of how he and the girl hummed, until struggling with sweat against each other, instantly filled his mind. Makes his heart and head feel warm and want to break.
Dropped themselves sitting on the same couch they used last night. Rubbing his face rough to scramble his hair while screaming in frustration.
It was worse than Lussi's betrayal.
The cell phone lying on the table, grabbed by the ocean. His mind just told me something. Calling Mada.
“Hallo, Mad.”
Unlike yesterday, this time Mada sahutan across the phone sounded more excited. “Yes, Sam!”
“Lu never heard of Glorien before?” The ocean is straight to the point. He caught the name from the middle-aged man who picked up Glo earlier. “Kalo is not wrong, his surname ... Rehan, who is it, yes.”
“Glorien?” Mada. “That's Rehan? ... Rehan whose son is enemteen isn't he?!”
“Articles!” spray Ocean. “Serious cave, Shucks!” the upset. “Iya, Glorien. Maybe it's the minister's son, the official, the artist, or something? Gua emang feels familiar ato ever heard the heck 'tu name. But don't know who.”
For a moment of silence there is no sahutan, Mada may be thinking. Until suddenly there was another apogee with a faint voice near Mada-maybe her friend.
“Glorien Pascal time, his son Rohan Pascal?”
The ocean clearly heard that. “OK. Bentar, Mad.” The phone's turned it off.
Glorien Pascal's.
The second also appeared a variety of articles and pictures about who the figure of the girl.
Information is read quickly.
“Glorien Pascal, the only daughter of Rohan Pascal, hotel entrepreneur, resort and various other businesses that are quite large in Jakarta even to other cities.”
The heart of the Ocean is pounding hard, especially when one of the pictures shows when Glo in her graceful dress is at a magnificent party with her father, like a princess of the palace.
“Death cave!" cut the young man. He really was this Glo who was almost 24 hours with him.
Not just ordinary togetherness, he even fucked the rich businessman's son did not use the brain.
Confusion hit the ocean getting darker.
How will he be responsible?
... *****...
Somewhere else.
Glorine had just arrived at her residence. Rigid steps and fearful faces complement a chaotic appearance that is certainly unusual in the eyes of all who know him.
“Nona! Oh, Gusti ... Finally Miss home!”
An old woman approached him from the inside. Anxious face at once happy mixed with one expression.
“Mbok Rum!” Glo welcomed the woman's embrace.
“Nona baek-baek, right?” mbok Rum asked after their embrace was broken. Both of his hands turned on the arms of his foster daughter. The appearance of Glo from head to toe. His thick forehead wrinkled up a sign of something unusual to catch. “Why is Miss a mess like this?”
Glorien smiled wryly while also observing his own appearance. “I'm not papa, Mbok. It's just a bathtub," he joked as he thought.
Behind him, Jo stood up. “It's better Mbok invite Miss Glo in. Let him take a shower and rest,” the man said.
Conscious of his negligence, Mbok Rum nodded quickly. “Yes, yes, Mr. Jo. Let's Miss, Transfer to room.”
The three then walked into a magnificent house that might resemble the palace of Pasundan land.
Only the fifth rung stepped on a pair of Glo and Mbok Rum legs inside the house, as the sound interrupted from the right direction of the stairs.
“Think good life outside!”
Glorien and Mbok Rum turned their heads.
The cynical smile of Martin-Glo's cousin, greeted him full of scorn. “Ngapain picked up everything, Mr Jo?! Good he's a bum!”
Glo stared dislike. But there was no word he said to reply. Not brave, just too lazy because it has been considered a habit.
In response to the sarcastic sentence Martin, Mr. Jo gestured; ‘keep your steps forward, no matter what the young man said,’ to Glo and Mbok Rum.
Understand with his intention, the two age-span women nodded, then turned around and went back on the steps not wanting to care.
That discordant Martin was not a good choice. Waste of time and it will certainly lead to an empty debate. And Martin was always happy with that, especially with Margaret, his mother.
Martin and Margaret had always longed for Glo's departure from Pascal's home, although they did not show clearly in front of Rohan. They will be sycophants before the king whenever the opportunity comes.
Pascal Corp, certainly a strong reason for them. Glorien is the only daughter of Rohan Pascal, of course the girl is the only name who will bear the title as the heir to the power of the father's business.
