Perfect Son-in-law

Not Even Fifteen Minutes

Mbok Rum was declared healthy, after more than a week in the same hospital. He was picked up by Anton and Pepeng an hour ago to the hotel where Samudra, Mada and Sagara are located.

They will leave the small town today, and Mbok Rum will still be taken as Sagara's nanny at the child's request.

Not wasting much time, after all neat, they drove away as fast as the wind.

Other cities - not Jakarta.

Because it does not use the air route, it takes at least nearly eight hours to travel, Ocean and others arrive in the yard of a house. The Scandinavian-style house belongs to the Ocean, quite secluded. It is far from the crowds of the people. A little above the spacious hill that spread beautiful scenery around it.

A man sitting in a wheelchair greeted the front porch after hearing the hum of a car engine. He's Mr. Jo. His face implied a tension that was somehow contained.

At first Mada who poked down, followed by Pepeng who rushed to open the door for Samudra. Pretty long.

Sagara, who was fast asleep, woke up his father.

“Down yuk, Honey. We're already sampe.” Swiped Sagara's head full of affection.

With eyes adjusting the light, Sagara nodded. “Iya, Pa.”

Mbok Rum in the back seat, out assisted Anton.

They crowded into the grounds of the glass conditional house.

“Master Will," Mr. Jo greeted slowly. Quickly his head sighed at the small figure that the Ocean was leading. “What is Sagara?”

The ocean ducks sideways following Mr. Jo's line of sight and then nods, “Ya.”

“Pak Jo.” Mbok Rum's voice surprised Jo.

The old woman poked out from behind the back-between Mada and Pepeng.

“Mbok.” Jo sir still can't believe it. His eyes stared with a spotlight like he did not know how to put up an attitude.

“Pak Jo, Pak Jo's feet why?" mbok Rum asked curiously, also anxiously.

“Ahh, just a small wound," replied Mr. Jo unsatisfied. He observed the face of the Ocean as flat as the floor. “Everything, better get in. You must be tired,” One hand of the man leads to the door that is already open.

All agree sign agree.

The sofa in the living room was waving.

But they had not been able to sit down, snapping a pair of footwear rhymed from a direction. All are sidetracked, except Sagara who still seems busy yawning, enjoying the rest of his sleepiness.

Glorie ....

Without a blink, he observed everyone, “Mbok,” his hiss was shocked when he found a face that he so missed.

“Nona," Mbok Rum replied by widening his eyes and closing his mouth, but he was not ready to step closer to his nona. The ocean is now like a king that he should respect.

The ocean saw Glorien glued in silence, then turned his head to bow to Sagara beside him. In a moment he counted in his mind, a newness was about to happen.

“Papa, I'm thirsty.”

The voice then jerked Glorien. His gaze suddenly shifted to that small figure. The figure that somehow immediately made him thrash as if he wanted to hug.

His heart instantly pounded without any orders.

“Sa-Samudra .. si-what is he?” ask terbatan Glorien.

The ocean snapped, then stuttered. “Umm, day ...”

“She Sagara, Miss. The little boy that Miss is waiting for!” Mr. Jo couldn't help but reveal. Everyone looked at him but said nothing. Just waiting will be how Glorien reacts after this.

And the woman [of course] immediately rounded her eyes and glazed over spontaneously following the taste. “Sagara ... my son.”

He remembered ... that name he who prepared when Sagara fetus is still in the womb. Now ....

“Iya, Miss. He's Sagara, Miss Glo's son." Reinforced Mbok Rum speech later.

Without waiting for the additional reinforcement from the Ocean, Glorien walked quickly to meet Sagara's small body that was beginning to be confused.

“Sagara my son!” Quickly lower yourself to embrace the little boy with a broken cry. “Sagara!”

The confused Sagara looked up at the Ocean between the arms of a woman he did not recognize at all. “Pa.” His eyes full of questions.

The ocean swallowed its saliva first before it finally nodded its curious son, who was the woman who was currently rolling it like a windstorm.

Glorien released a hug to stare at her son's little face with wet cheeks pattering with tears. “Say Mama.” Wearing that face in the midst of a rumble.

Sagara stared back. “Mama.”

The greeting nodded Glorien's head up to three times as much. “Iya, Son. This is Mama, Darling.”

Glorien couldn't bear to hug her back. This time Sagara's little hands hugged back. “Cangent Style Mama.”

None escaped the heat. David who stood at the top of the stairs had his hands closed with his head lowered but his eyes rose to highlight the scene with a sad face. Luckily Glorien could be calmed down earlier. Otherwise, the woman might have already gone to make calculations with her papa.

In the middle of the blue day Sagara meeting with the complement of his parents, there is only a disturbance like a demon.

A thumping sound rang out loudly in the air from the courtyard.

AAMAAMM!!

All the hilarity and screaming.

Pepeng and David cheated quickly to the outside..

“WHAT IS IT?!" mada's voice in the fog.

Glorien screamed in fear. Sagara tightly embraced it as a form of protecting.

“GLO!” Ocean screaming. He got Glorien and Sagara up to leave immediately from there. Mbok Rum and Mr. Jo followed from behind. A room at the back of the building, the Ocean headed there.

The situation outside is getting worse.

“You wait here!" the word Samudra on Glorien and Sagara is also Mbok Rum. “Pak Jo please take care of them!” The man who was asked to be unemployed even though he was clearly in a state of imperfect physical readiness.

Glorien and Sagara asked simultaneously.

“Where are you going?!”

“Where are you going, Samudra?!”

“I'm out for a minute to see what's really going on!” answer Samudra started walking to the doorway, then looked at Sagara. “Papa promise won't be long.”

“Papa! Gala scared!”

Sagara's screams were no longer heeded. The ocean has chipped out and closed the door.

“Quiet, Sweetheart. There's Mama.” Glorien hugged the son who had just been met not even fifteen minutes.

The eyes of Samudra widened after arriving at the courtyard of the house. Melted state of disintegration. Trees around the area burned.

Mada, Pepeng and David looked up to the heights with alert motion.

A helicopter moves around in circles, then away.

“Who are they?” ask Ocean-on himself.

“To-looong.”

The whimper caught his attention.

The ocean turned around quickly and ran. In between the ruins of the tree, about ten meters away from the building, someone was there.

“Anton!” squeal the Ocean after removing the lush leaves that surround.

The driver was in bad shape. The whole body was covered in blood.

“MAAAD! DAVEDDD!”

The two people who were called immediately pulled up to him, along with Pepeng who was also following from behind.

“WHY, SAM?!”

“Anton--”

Not yet had Samudra completed the answer to Mada's question, another voice surprised them.

“SAMUDRA, TOLOOOOOONG!”

“PAPAA!”