Perfect Son-in-law

Back to Moscow

“GALAAA! GLOOOOO!” The ocean screams in fidelity.

Sagara and Glorien were taken away by two men who then flew up to a height with a helicopter.

Mbok Rum and Mr. Jo are already in bad shape. Both collapsed under the floor.

They're berserk.

Another helicopter was waiting at the back of the house, jutting a little further down the cliff.

“NANGAAATT! BALIKIN SAME CHILD CAVE WIFE, PUGGG!” The ocean is beating on the floor.

“Udah, Sam! Udah!” Mada pulled him up before all the bones of his best friend's fingers were broken.

“Gala, Mad. Gala.” Destroyed the soul of the Ocean.

David could not say anything. He's just as confused. The height of the empty clouds on his gaze was chaotic-faced.

“Boss! Anton can't be saved.”

All views were now turned on Pepeng who stood in the doorway with a deplorable look.

They were hit by something sad again.

David immediately ran a moment after the news was voiced Pepeng.

The ocean stared increasingly unable to condition his feelings.

What's wrong with the way?

“We think about how to make a child selametin bini lu abis this. Gua's sure they're gonna be all right, Sam. People here need us first now.”

Mada's sentence touched the heart of the Ocean who was immediately aware with his selfish attitude.

In the room, Mbok Rum and Mr. Jo have not been helped. And Anton, the driver even lost his life.

“Iya, Mad. Get people to take care of them."

Mada mangiyakan then took Samudra to rise. Bring in to meet the people affected by the problem.

...*****...

Not the work of Rohan Pascal.

The man is currently lying in a hospital bed due to mental stress. His health is declining drastically. Glorien's missing he doesn't know.

The ocean finds out for itself to Pascal's house. Other than Martin and his flirtatious mother, Samudra found nothing suspicious there.

Mbok Rum and Mr. Jo are in another hospital. Anton has been interred in a place - not in his hometown, merged in the feeding of Ocean men from Black Pen who fell while in Bondowoso.

In addition to their families [who died] which is guaranteed everything, as well as the members involved, all will remain secret. The ocean does not want his life and world to be scattered to be a cheap gossip that is disgusting because it is known to everyone.

At present, Samudra and his group are still trying to find.

And this is the second day, has not been fruitful about the existence of Glorien as well as Sagara.

Darius was told because he felt there was no more place to calm down for him to shed grievances and grievances. His father demeaned and would help which he could also encourage do'a.

"Gua wants to take it to Moscow!" sash the Ocean suddenly.

David, Mada, Ernest and the others suddenly looked up.

Mada first asked, "Why did you go there?"

The glass containing soda in his hand lifted the Ocean to the front of his face, then twisted around while looking at him like a whirlwind. "Former Laura."

Those who hear each other look.

No message was sent, no warning of any kind, no ransom, the escape of Glorien and his son was still foggy. But Samudra points his mind, suspiciously and accuses him to one man-----Laura Jung.

"Lu'm sure?" ask Mada.

"Very!"

"Kalo grotto temenin," Mada offered. There was a great anxiety if it concerned Laura.

"Sir, Mad!" refuse Samudra looked at his friend was skeptical. It is not a matter of trust, but there are things that Ocean really needs him to solve on his own.

"But, Sam-"

"You follow the cave later" Samudra. "But before that, prepare everything that must be prepared. Do you mean cave?"

Again, Mada, Ernest and David looked at each other, then both nodded later.

The next day, bringing with it hope, the Ocean really set out for Russia. Mada and others he asked for alert and prepared all even though he did not know the real situation.

But clearly, the escape of his son and wife was not a simple realm anymore. All planned mature.

If Laura was really behind this, the Ocean would no longer hesitate on the woman.

Although the road to be traversed is not easy, Laura has a strong baking that is difficult to penetrate, but the determination of the Ocean is even stronger. Whatever Laura's got to do, she'll take care of it.

A modern classic-designed mansion stands haughty in the southern part of Moscow City. A single house away from the hustle and bustle, Ocean was standing in front of his courtyard right now. The courtyard without gates, lined with dozens of luxurious cars that seemed to belong to Laura's guests.

Shoeing in shiny black with a similar colored longcoat, the man walked confidently into the house after passing two guards standing on the porch without difficulty.

His arrival was immediately greeted by Laura who happened to be [looking] partying.

"Samewise! Oh, My God!" exclaimed Laura walked up to the Ocean while stretching her hands. "You're home, honey?"

The ocean was still silent as Laura hugged her body and kissed her two cheeks, though she was very disgusted in fact.

His gaze obscured the people sitting filling all parts of the sofa.

He recognized them as the favorite investors of Laura and the other people the woman had seeded in the company. One of them is Donna Trump - a wealthy widow who once offered a yacht on the Ocean, provided she wants to be invited to sleep overnight and give unlimited satisfaction. Just incredible! Of course the Ocean was rejected. Not that he doesn't like yachts, but the Ocean doesn't want to just pick a hole.

The ocean did not respond as Donna waved with a flirtatious blink.

All the men and fathers looked upon him as Laura's only son. Except the one sitting on the last couch with a cigarette in his hand-Edmon. The sharp look was still the same as before. Ocean knew very well Edmon was a cold enemy who would someday [may] clash muscles with him.

"Why didn't you say, you wanted to go home? I'll have Edmon pick you up at the airport and have the waiter prepare a nice meal!" Laura continued with a sorry look. His hands were still busily caressing the cold cheeks of the Ocean.

"I just want to surprise you."

Laura smiled happily at that.

"He'll be sore if you keep treating him like that, Laura." Donna Trump is speaking. "Let the handsome man sit down."

(English speaking yes).

"Oh, God. I forgot to. You're right, Donna!" Laura replied. "Let's sit down, Honey." One hand pointed the Ocean to the sofa section.

Ocean nodded. All the guests were presented with a normal greeting smile.

"Sorry everyone, I'm too excited" Laura said to her guests with a typical smile as usual.

"Isoke, Mrs. Laura." - Laura."

The ocean occupied the sofa beside Laura. Although he did not understand what they were talking about before his arrival, but he put himself into it without awkward. Exchanging questions and formal chat about business and others. Laura looks happy with that. The ocean continues to be full of pride.

But in addition to this, if it was associated with the aura of deep power in the spiritual world, the Ocean could feel the suppressing and dark aura, of an Edmon.