Perfect Son-in-law

A Visit to Pascal's House

The meeting of Samudra with Jaladipa took place full of novelty.

Jaladipa who came with the invitation of Darius almost in disbelief, a two-year-old boy who used to be desperately guarded, now looks amazing. He did not even dare to approach let alone hug the Ocean, just gawking at it and then as much as he pleased. There was a sense of disdain that he could not describe the exact reason. What he saw at this moment over poor little Darren Karl was too far from what he had imagined in his head while on his way.

Darius showed only a portrait of the face, it is unexpected how an extraordinary Karl was, even more than his dashing father-Abram Karl, who was so admired Jaladipa in his time.

“I'll guarantee Uncle's life until the end. Stay right here. No need to bother selling toys anymore.” Samudra asked, sincerely from his heart to Jaladipa.

Jaladipa. His old face that I had looked confused as to how to take a stance. “Young Master, I-”

“Call me Samudra! ... Now that's my name. Amazing name given Father.” The ocean stared proudly at Darius who was sitting beside Jaladipa.

For a second Jaladipa was stunned. “Ahh, alright ... Ocean.” He felt amazing with it, but it still tucked away in rigidity as well.

Darius himself responded to the statement of the Ocean with a rustling heart. “Daddy don't mind if you want to use your real name again, Sam.”

“Ngak!” push the Ocean fast. “Unless his last name, Karl. My real father's name. I'm gonna wear that. Ocean Karl.”

Those who hear each other look.

“Good choice,” comment Darius approves, followed by another similarly idle later.

...*****...

Samudra and Glorien's remarriage plans have been agreed.

Resting two weeks at Villa Kelapa is enough to restore energy, which is also quite soothing to think from the fog because of the problems that persist.

Agree also, today Samudra and Glorien and Sagara, will leave for Jakarta. They will meet Rohan Pascal for the sake of asking for a blessing.

Actually the Ocean does not really care about the word related to Rohan. To him Rohan is like a mere worthless bark, no longer needed. All the mines created and presented by the old man were certainly vivid reasons. But of course, for Glorien, Samudra did not want to hurt his woman again if he expressed honestly how he really felt about the prospective in-laws. So he followed what Glorien wanted before he did everything he wanted.

Pascal's magnificent palace was already visible in the distance, the car driven by Pepeng brought his master crawling closer and closer.

On the balcony of the attic, Margaret who saw a luxurious and foreign car immediately stood leaving the magazine she read, observing until the vehicle officially filled the parking lot available. He poked his eyes and was surprised. Glorien got out of the car with a handsome, casual-looking man, followed by a small child who then stood in the middle between Glorien and the man. Treating the curious in the head, Margaret quickly ran out to meet her niece.

“Glo! Where are you going, honey?!”

Glorien, who had just passed the two-meter-high door of his house, suddenly turned his eyes. Margaret came up to him from the stairs. While Samudra and his son just silently watch the potluck.

“You're okay, right, sweetheart?” Margaret plays an anxious role.

The whole face of Glorien was drawn up into his arms.

“I'm fine, Aunt.” Glorien's hand brushed off Margaret's. He knew his aunt was just pretending.

“Oohh, Shameless Princess just want to go home apparently.” With a cynical tone, Martin howled. It came from the kitchen. A glass of coffee is still steaming in his right hand. “Which other men do you bring?” His gaze immediately fell on the Ocean, then ducked on Sagara. “Duda?” his tananya full of scorn.

That fool doesn't know who Samudra or Samewise Will is famous for in the business world. His job is just to pull pants on a woman. Glorien's case from start to finish never cared.

Samudra, a casual smile accompanied his question, “You Martin Pascal?”

Martin squinted his eyes, trying to spy on a figure ten levels above his excess that was only a snick. “Where do you know me?”

The Ocean's casual smile observed Magaret deeper. “Samudra? ... You, Samudra?” He knew that face from Rohan's computer data, of which Ocean was among the people who had to be eliminated, even occupying the number one position at that time. Yes, even though Rohan's end was also eliminated.

Then Martin looked up, surprised at his mother, and then at the ocean. He knew it was a sacred name that Rohan often read like a mantra. After that, the look changed into a pretentious hero. “So you're the one?” He looked at the ocean from top to bottom. “That made Pascal wrinkle?”

The ocean was still idle as usual, while Glorien began to be anxious. Martin will surely throw a tantrum, thought the woman.

And according to Glorien's mind.

“Papa!” Sagara was surprised.

No exception Margaret, “MARTIN!” his screeches. Given how the Ocean brought down Pascal, he worried Martin in some uneasy trouble after this.

“Haha!" martin's laughter.

The coffee that Martin had just splashed on his head was warmly stinging into the Ocean's crown.

One palm gently rubbed his wet and caffeinated face, a smirk expanding thinly on his lips then. “So this is how prince Pascal welcomes guests?”

Martin cengengesan put on a look of disgust, “Because that guest deserved it.”

Margaret shook her head, worried that her son would further destabilize the atmosphere. “Martin, already, Martin!”

Unfortunately ....

BUGS!

Glorien, Sagara and Margaret jumped.

Martin was surprised.

The ocean held his fist that almost touched his face.

“Aarrggh! My hand!” screams in pain Martin.

Margaret screeched in fear.

Martin's wrist twisted the Ocean pretty tight.

“Sam, udah!” Glorien pulls Samudra agara, his check on Martin is released. “There's Gala! You want an example of violence, huh?”

Only succeed. The ocean looked at her son who was still dumbfounded. That child, there was no fear on his face let alone to the point of shaking his body.

Smart kids can tell who is wrong first.

Although the Ocean was also wrong, but he was only protecting himself. Sagara understands that it is the natural instinct of every living creature although different ways.

“Iya, sorry," Samudra said.

“Already! Come meet Papa.”

Just when Glorien pulled the hand of Ocean and his little son, Margaret interrupted, “Your father is not home, Glo!”

Making Glorien turn around again. His forehead is deep. “Then? In office?”

Margaret shakes. “Papu--”

“Om Rohan is in the hospital. It's been almost two weeks she's been treated!” Martin snatched an answer. Although busy with a swab on the sick hand of the Ocean, his face still did not escape cynicism. “Quick go meet your papa and bring this damn monster!” The point is obviously the ocean. Then turn around and leave without looking again.

The ocean again grinned. “That piggyback, must be taught a lesson,” his heart murmured.

Not without reason, or just because of the problem a minute ago, before Ocean had intended to judge Martin in his way.

Yara, the girl almost died from bleeding from Martin's child's miscarriage after the damn thing pushed her for not wanting to take responsibility. It happened almost two years ago, and only recently did the Ocean become known from David.

Now time.