Perfect Son-in-law

Doctrine

“Papa,” Glorien hissing small. In a matter of less than five seconds, his eyes were already glazed over just by looking at Rohan who was so alarming. He broke his heart as a child.

His anger for Rohan about the lies about Sagara, immediately turned sad.

Rohan is lying on the bed. Her eyes were closed due to the effect of the medicine she was taking, said the nurse who momentarily left the room. Glorien continued to caress his father's cheek which now appeared to be much more thin than usual. Pale like a corpse.

Behind him, Samudra stood with a flat look. Tuck your hands to the left and right of your pants pocket.

Too many things make him reluctant - even very sick of the figure of a Rohan. If not the man is the father of the woman he loves, it is certain, not only the company made flat, Rohan will end up staying the name on the tombstone.

“Glo!” Glorien's shoulder was patted. “You can wait here. I'm going downstairs, afraid Gala is tired of waiting there.”

Looking up at the Ocean, then nodding, “Iya.” His voice sounded raucous.

Getting permission, Samudra exited the room, Margaret came and was about to enter. Samudra's forehead shriveled in response to the arrival of Martin's mother.

“Umm, Samudra, where are you going?" Margaret asked doubtfully. In addition to the height of thirty inches above him, the handsome face of the man also felt intimidating.

“Not your business!" replied the Ocean while turning away. To him there was nothing important about the menor woman other than her son whom she would judge.

Margaret gulped down hard and hard. The sturdy back of the Ocean away from him while shuddering in horror.

The ocean drifted to the ground floor to meet Sagara and Pepeng who were still waiting in the park behind the hospital. After meeting, he spent a few minutes joking with the son and answering some of the boy's questions about Glorien not coming down.

“Gala goes home Papa same Uncle, yes. It's comfortable there. Later if Papa and Mama have finished looking at Grandpa, we follow the Gala. Okay?!” The house in the Ocean means a workshop house.

Sagara doesn't ask much more. The explanation of the officer who did not allow him to come in, he understood even though it was quite regretful because he could not meet Rohan. Now he must go home with Pepeng without his parents.

“Iya, Pa.”

****

After Sagara was lost from sight, Samudra again climbed to the high floor of the hospital where Rohan was hospitalized.

His figure was very attention-stealing throughout the steps. Many eyes are dying. But he doesn't care because it's common. Now about Rohan is a priority that must be resolved regarding his marriage with Glorien.

The door he had entered was already visible. With steady steps the Ocean entered it later.

Getting inside, it felt dark.

“You're awake, Papa-in-Law?” Tucked the mocking tone of the Ocean question.

Rohan who had not known since when it had awakened to glare at the Ocean like an affectionate with his eyeballs. “You!” snarl.

Margaret stood to the left of the gurney, putting on an expression that felt different from the one before. Glorien was on the left side sitting in a chair.

Raised leisurely the legs of the Ocean until it ended next to Glorien.

“How are you doing?”

The question of the Ocean reaped emotions on Rohan's face. Although it now looked pale and a little tyrannical, its aura was still as dark as before. Rohan is still a proud Rohan even though it has become a skull once.

“For you I'm like this, motherfucker!” Rohan gush.

Rohan's words were greeted by the Ocean casually, “It's still a good thing you still have bones and skin on your body, Old Man.”

“ENOUGH, OCEAN!”

The surprised ocean was not a cockerel, Glorien had just rebuked him very hard. His pair of eyes that were wet with tears were sprinkled with anger. It glared wide like it wanted to swallow the Ocean alive.

“Why did you take Pascal's company even to the smallest part?” ask Glorien while sobbing. “Why are you this bad, Samudra? ... My papa is like this because of you.”

DEG!

Bounced off the heart of the ocean. Glorien looked at him who was sitting back with a rumbling heart. There was no word he wanted to say. From Glorien, through the tail of the eye, the Ocean saw Margaret, there was a satisfied grin on the woman's lips that implied cunning. Then he turned to Rohan, and he printed the same thing in his eyes, which was like a panda never eating.

Within two seconds of the Ocean's understanding, Glorien's rapid change in attitude must have been due to being exposed to the two men's disgusting doctrine as long as he went down to see Gala.

“It turns out you're this weak, Glo.”

The Ocean Sentence immediately jolted Glorien. The look up reflex looked at the face of the Ocean which suddenly changed the impression of being cold.

Rohan glared again. He might be throwing anticipation for a moment again, even the same as Margaret who immediately straightened her face.

“Weak you said?” Glorien woke up again from his seat then immediately put on a sinister face challenging the Ocean. “Pascal built Papa with great difficulty, Samudra. Even I have to wrestle the world of college that I don't like at all just for Pascal. Then don't use your heart to snatch it without a little rest." She shook her head inexhaustibly, while still crying. “You're evil. How can you do this?” He roared full of disappointment.

Not requiring a second, Ocean's expression instantly sharpened upon Glorien's sentence which felt extremely pinching.

“Before you blame me, I asked you first, Glo!” said Samudra with a pressing tone.

Far away at the tip of the chest was already piling up the anger that felt so eager to kill Rohan right now.

“Does that painstakingly built Pascal by your papa be able to return Miana's hand?”

DEG!

Glorien looked up at hearing that. His eyes glared at the edge of the bed before him.

“Was that great Pascal able to make up for the pain of my time in prison? The pain of thinking about my family, the pain of being separated from you, the pain of receiving a fake divorce letter that your father sent, to the pain of having to lose one of my kidneys?!”

As he was struck by a huge mace hammer, Glorien increased his pain. His body began to shake. He wanted to say, but his chest was so tight that his voice was stuck in his throat.

The ocean continued,

“Is that Pascal you are proud of able to make up for the seven years of Sagara's misfortune? Also Mbok Rum who takes care of and raises you until you have to jump-lunta.”

“Was that amazing Pascal able to give me back all my precious time, Glo? IS IT POSSIBLE, GLORIEN PASCAL?!” The ocean shouted at the cover of his question. His breath was breathless from an emotion that could not be mastered.

DEG! DEG! DEG!

Glorien fell to the bottom of the floor roaring. Holding a chest that hurts so much. His head shook as if he did not accept. I don't accept in what context. Taking away the facts that the Ocean just threw? Or because of regrets due to his stupidity consumed the doctrine of his own father as well as Margaret who was he right?

“If for you Pascal can make up for everything, I will return it to you, Glo,” said the Ocean with a rumble in the chest. “But on condition, you will not be allowed to appear in front of me .. let alone Sagara.”