Perfect Son-in-law
Frustrations
The courtyard of a shopping mall has just been abandoned by an Ocean car.
“Where, Gala seneng?” Samudra asked his son who was sitting cheerfully in the next seat. A box of ice cream was busy being devoured by the boy using a spoon.
“Iya, Pa. Gala seneng's. Papa buyin Gala macem. Especially this optimus robot." He pointed at the toy that was lying next to him. “Great cool, Pa.”
The face of the child was even pierced by the Ocean with a bitter smile. A box of ice cream and a robot toy alone made him that happy.
As hard and difficult as what exactly did Sagara and Mbok Rum go through just the two in the past?
When he was a kid, the Ocean felt enough, all the toys and food he liked, Darius would have bought him. But Sagara ....
“Thankful that Gala likes.” Then he pulled the boy's hair. He is determined in his heart, whatever Sagara wants, he will give. As much as time was lost between them, the Ocean would replace it, until his breath was no longer heard and fretted.
Given what happened to his son, the view of the Ocean turned dark. The cell phone in the pocket of the suit was raped and then fiddled with it. He called someone.
“Create drop all pascal stocks. We'll take over thoroughly.”
Sagara looked at his father with a strange look. The scoop of ice cream is still between the bites of the pairs of teeth. Who is Pascal, he feels he has heard of it from Mbok Rum. But then the boy banged his shoulders and resumed his busy life.
“....”
“Usahkan neater. As for tasks, do not let any parts empty.”
“....”
“Iya! ... And inget .. don't take any of Laura's henchmen to know. If you can make the mess die of poisoning.”
Sagara looked up again. “Who keeps shredded, Pa? How did Papa tell poisonin?” ask her with a plain face typical of children.
His son's question made Samudra flinch and then cringe in confusion. The phone lifted him momentarily from the ear, then answered Sagara's question as simple as possible, “Anything is a bad person. Gala continues mam ice cream yes.”
The little boy nodded in understanding, “Iya, Pa.”
The ocean turned Anton in front of the steering wheel. The driver chuckled in response to him and his little son. “Street focus, Ton.”
Requested immediately comply, “Siap, Boss.” But no fading ruddiness on his sweaty face. In Anton's heart may say, “Len times jan bacot strangely in front of the boy, Boss!”
Forgetting Sagara's theme, Samudra refocused on the cell phone that he briefly camped. “Where, Nest?”
“....”
He listened carefully to the long speech of the interlocutor on the phone line. Once his hand rubbed the lips of Sagara's straws connected the rest of the ice cream melts.
“Good idea. Let David step in again on that. Anyway do as much as possible. Gua sure this isn't a hard thing for you, is it, Nest?”
“....”
“Good! Cave wait news baeknya.”
Call disconnected. The phone is in his hand.
The boy responded with a nod, then began to topple the body, falling asleep in the ocean floor without saying anything more. The ocean stroked his son's head until Sagara was completely asleep.
“Besides Papa, soon you will meet your mama, son. We'll gather later. Papa promise, abis all Papa's business is done, you, Papa and Mama, we vacation to Manarola, according to your mama's dreams, when you were still in his stomach first.”
...*****...
Ernest and his team worked fast.
The fog bands of Rohan Pascal's world made them.
All investors, both new and old, withdraw. Mario Ramses is no exception. The man also took part in revoking the shares that were planted for 'free' reasons'. The Glorien he was chasing never responded more, other than a bland smile that seemed forced. Now if it were to survive in any business theme, what would be expected of an almost flat company. It's like killing yourself on a pile of money.
Rohan frustrated. No more Mr. Jo who is quick to go here and there to help him overcome many things. The power of Lola and her employees cannot be brought to debate. Pascal is on the verge of death.
Semrawut. A pale face with black bags under the eyes worsens the situation. He sat in front of a laptop that looked dry. The numbers on the screen were meaningless. His soul was stranded in hopes that were stacked too widely, which in fact was the mouth of a crocodile. Rohan is consumed by his own obsession.
Until something then diverts the man's attention away from his dizzy.
Someone called him via Skype.
Rohan doesn't know who it is. But ....
He hoped it was good news. Maybe investors will help.
Immediately lifted him without thinking back three or four more kinds.
BRENGS!
The look on the face of the person he hated the most was plastered on the seventeen-inch screen that he had been staring at without spirit.
“Samudra," his his hiss with his eyeballs almost jumped.
“Hallo, Former Papa-in-Law!”
Rohan's upper and lower teeth rubbed against each other a sign of rage directly attacking that second as well. The ocean to him is like a syndrome that makes head heat.
“There is a ... Laknat Man?!” ask her with a pressing tone.
“Hahaha!” The ocean laughed. “Do not do so, Old Man. Your teeth will fall out all.”
Increasingly sharpen the view of Rohan responding to the young man's words.
“Say! What was your purpose in contacting me?!” But he still tried to hold back.
The ocean seems to be setting itself more upright. The smile on his face slowly loosened. His gaze sharpened straight piercing Rohan as if ready to pounce.
“Rohan Pascal .. starting tomorrow, leave the seat of power you are sitting in now!”
