Perfect Son-in-law
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Almost an hour under the shower, spent almost half a bottle of bath soap, rubbing every part of his body to almost blisters, not necessarily making Glorien feel himself clean from stains.
The invisible stain that was dirty beyond the mud. The girl wanted to remove it.
Every drop of water that seeped into the pores kept reminding Glorien of the incident. The incident where he submits his honor unconsciously to a man who even just known him has not even 36 hours.
I don't know why he was being stupid.
That something he always took care of. Wrestling among trusted people, making her feel safe all the time. Until he never knew what a threat was.
Now it's all happening.
The precious thing in him has been torn apart. Severe by a man in the middle of nowhere who suddenly appeared in his life like a whirlwind that stopped then.
The ocean was physically perfect, but to be presented to the father as a companion, the man had no qualifications whatsoever. And that's bad.
Glorien felt deadlocked.
Now the only way is; to hide the contemptible reality so strongly and covetously that no one will ever know and realize.
Satisfied with being tired and starting to shiver, Glorine stopped her activities.
A bath kimono is mashed and then worn while walking. Passing through a wide mirror in front of the sink, for a moment the girl stopped her steps, turned her head, then faced herself.
Slowly the new white kimono he wrapped back in armrests, displaying his smooth shoulders that now look smudged. A drop of tear fell down past the cheek. The mirror reflected the shadow of his chest that was filled with red marks from the kiss of the Ocean. So much even down to the bottom of her flat stomach.
The ocean completely devoured him greedily.
Fretful face turned in the other direction while back tidying up the kimono. Quickly then he took a step of leaving the bathroom towards his master room before anyone came calling.
***
One week later.
Pascal Corp head office, 20th floor, main director's room.
Rohan Pascal growled furiously.
A number of photos depicting the various activities of the princess with the Ocean appear scattered chaotic on the floor. Kick his anger to roil in the crown.
Everything was recorded starting from the togetherness of the two young men when at the resort where Lussi was engaged. The behavior of the Ocean bars immediately made Rohan not want to give face, even without thinking.
Someone managed to capture it through a mobile phone. How not, the resort turned out to be one of Pascal's assets that was recently acquired from a Dutch businessman two months ago. And some of the officers there clearly recognized who Glorien was.
One report came in to Mr. Jo, resulting in a secret request for the Pascal's daughter, then ended in a pick-up near the train tracks a week ago.
A black flash drive was tucked between Rohan's index and thumb this second. He looked at it right in front of his face.
The small object is the contents of the cctv recording of the Samudra workshop which was seized by his men just yesterday.
As a super strict father, Rohan needs to know, what happened in the workshop when Glorien was there for two days. And that's enough to make him anxious.
There was Mr. Jo standing quietly across the table, watching with a flat masked face as usual.
The screen is open.
The moment time went by quickly, the further Rohan watched, the more his old face became tense. The recording in which Glorien exited the Ocean room and sat down to chat with the man, ending in karaoke and sticking out a few bottles of beer, made his chest pop.
“Badness!” his wrath while closing the rough laptop.
Jo sir got aghast.
“I want the child to be taught a lesson!”
****
Samudra and Mada in his workshop ....
“Sial, shit, shit!” Ocean swearing while ruffled waist pacing.
“Lagian you reckless, Fuckers!” Mada gushed it while busy picking up the tools of the workshop that were scattered, the results of the actions of Rohan Pascal's men who yesterday afternoon ransacked their workshop. “Then don't know if 'tu girl son of the sultan?!”
Ocean hard rebuking, “Cua really don't know, Satan!” Plunged his body onto a single sofa in the corner of the room. “Gua never watches the news let alone gossip! Tu's a real girl isn't a princess. Her behavior uda model chicks rough nag her mom!”
“Even if he's a chick, you should not also work sepah ampe, Njir!” spray Mada again. “Because of your stone pan now!”
The ocean looks frustrated at her face and hair. “That's him. Cave unconscious, Mad.” Voice weakened. “We are both mabok.”
“Heleh! Tibang canned beer doang!” cebik Mada. “Say lu doyan!”
This time it was the ocean that was glaring as it raised its face. He stood up and approached Mada. “Who doesn't love sweet soy sauce chicken? Thighs equal chest again!” reply while shaking his best friend's forehead. “Gua sure you also drooled.”
“No concept, Njirrr!”
THE CLONTANG!
The object thrown by Mada did not manage to touch the more nimble Ocean dodged while chuckling. The man entered his room and closed the door.
“Help settle, Fuckers!” yelled Mada from outside the room.
In his room, the ocean didn't care. The mattress that he had not yet laid down. The ceiling he stared at with his head propped up by two folded hands.
“Why 'live cave must shit again, hell!” lamented muttering. “Where did that sultan ujuk-ujuk girl come from?” with eyebrows meet each other.
A shadow then crossed his head. A slanted smile swept mischievously across his lips that yesterday had become the stuff of Glorien's wild fantasies. “It's a good thing to record the same cave mounts Glo sepet cave apus first before Pascal's men take it all.” There is relief to decorate the face of the Ocean even though it is not intact. “Kalo ampe kag, mampus actually cave.”
The purpose of the removal was only because Ocean was anxious that the absurd part of her and Glorien would be seen by Mada. But who would have thought, Pascal's men actually took it. It's completely out of scenario.
In the next second, the shadow of Glo's sweaty face accompanied by his mouth that was unceasingly moaning, again filled the Ocean's eye pelupuk. Instantly his entire body again rippled followed tense down there. The wild dominates wanting again. “Sial!”
The ocean changed its position to face down. The chaotic face that remained handsome was buried in the middle of the pillow.
His heart continues to curse. Four times in the midst of a suffocating situation, he even thought of the thing that actually became the culprit of all his problems at this time.
But still he could not deny, Glorien did have a strong magnet that he never even felt on Lussi once, which of course the girl was longer beside him as a lover.
“Bangkee'lah!”
