Perfect Son-in-law

Fooled - Sakti

Nurtured without fault, Samudra thought it was the last strenuous test of his life. Right now, the man was even still trying to forget every fucking second that was missed in prison by being his other self. Unfortunately, life is sometimes not in line with what is aspired.

At five in the afternoon, Samudra got a call from a man who had difficulty in the middle of the road because his car suddenly broke down. Carrying a professional attitude in the name of work, he left without burden and a cloudy mind, because that person was a subscription to his workshop as well.

But arriving at the infused place, it was not the strike car he found, but a bunch of burly men with heads and some blunt weapons in their hands.

The ocean looked in wonder as he took off his helmet and got off his bike. He had dazed around the quiet enough place. There was no guy's car from the workshop that contacted him.

His gaze then fell to greet the faces one by one of the men who were no less fierce to look at him with a grin.

At least five of them.

And the distance to the Ocean is only a few meters.

Feeling unfamiliar and with no interest, Samudra decided to take the bike back to leave. Thinking maybe he misread the location listed. In fact, a speck of feeling tells us something is wrong with those people.

And sure enough, not yet the helmet hook under the chin finished he lock, an object floated over his back quite hard. The ocean screeched holding the sick part then turned its head.

The men were already right behind him in a matter of seconds.

“What do you want?!”

Not an answer in the form of a word obtained, but a bogeman in the face that made the Ocean fall on his own motorbike. Blood splashed out as the second punch floated back.

“This is for a lesson because you've macem-macem the same Glorien Pascal!” One person answered while pulling his hair accompanied by a stomp on the back.

“Aarrghh!” The ocean groans loudly. If only one or two people, he was still able to fight, but their blows followed and pounding hit every part of his body until completely helpless. He bowed ill-fatedly with his head tilted over the rough asphalt.

“Enough! Leave him!” The largest of the bodies cried out to give command.

The last three kicks inflicted tremendous pain on the Ocean. He could still see their steps away and enter a jeep. His sight was brushed. His entire body was crumpled with blood flowing resignedly from his mouth and temple being torn. Slowly, his eyelids began to thin, then clenched following the loss of consciousness.

...****...

Glorien tried to live his day as usual.

Studying diligently, practicing ballet, piano and violin, learning business with Mr. Jo and others, again he persevered.

Sweet dresses that had made her feel like a live barbie, re-worn with resignation even though she was very bored with it.

Yes, being a spoiled and submissive princess, acting like a remote puppet controlled by the father, may be the way of her life.

Yesterday's rebellion was quite a stupid memory that should not be remembered let alone repeated.

Glorien is Glorien - a single daughter, the forerunner to the Pascal Corporation who must obey the rules.

The attitude of the father who was cold in seconds after he returned home after escaping, began to melt as the attitude of the palace princess back he showed.

Currently in the window frame of his gaping room, Glo sat staring at the vast sky that had just lowered down the drizzle. Her hair was waving slapping her cheeks due to the sweep of the wind.

He found the ocean.

Yep!

It was that face that now controlled his mind and heart, until it fogged up and formed a stifling lump inside his chest.

Unexpectedly, the Ocean is not a wind that just passes and then disappears. Turns out it's hard to forget that bren9sek. Moreover, the most precious thing in him had Glorien give to those men who were unlucky to be nobody in his colorless life.

Unknowingly, his hands tightly hugged himself. Glorien felt his heart grow empty. As short as his meeting with the Ocean, it actually made him feel longing.

“Later to catch a cold.”

The sound made Glorien flinch from the daydream. I look hard in the direction it came from. “Sakti!”

The young man with the charming dimples smiled welcoming the shock of the girl in front of him. A piece of cloth he wrapped onto Glorien's shoulder slowly and carefully. “What day, anyway?” tanyakanya. “Sampe didn't realize I was in.”

While dismissing awkwardly, Glorien came down from the window. “Ngak. Nothing!” his elbow. “I'm just a little tired today, so a little need fresh air.”

The young man named Sakti smiled. “There is no fresh wind. Beyond the test,” he said. “Come in. Let me close the window.”

Glorien nodded then swung a step towards the bed. Sakti followed after the closed meeting window and its white curtain that was spiral.

The pair chairs Glorien study desk occupied Sakti later. A thick book was taken and preached, reading the contents while then without being digested by his brain in the slightest.

“What are you doing here?” Glorien opened the question. The cloth that had been wrapped Sakti to his shoulder, he was released and struck then on a pillow behind him.

The thick book held up in one hand back Sakti put in place of origin. He raised his face to meet the face of Glorien who was now looking at him curiously.

“Saturday tomorrow 'will you have a long holiday until Wednesday, I want to take you for a walk,” Sakti explained.

“West-way?” Glorien repeated in astonishment. “Way where?”

Sakti grabbed the phone tucked inside the pocket of the denim shirt she was wearing. A moment swept through the screen, then thrust the thing at Glorien. “Ke there.”

The phone screen lit up with a view of a beautiful natural scenery complete with a description of its location, Glorien stared quite surprised. “Lombok?”

“Humm!” Sakti nods. “Where? Interested?” tanyanya.

A happy face accompanied by a nod of spirit Glorien greeted Sakti also no less happy. “We leave this afternoon too!”

Glorien was surprised. “So fast?! Trus papaku?” His expression immediately turned confused.

Bend straightened body Sakti. He stood up and walked over to Glorien leaving the study table. The empty field of a soft mattress next to the girl he sat right opposite the owner then. “I've arranged everything. Om Rohan agrees kok.”

“Serious?!” Glorien couldn't believe it.

“Hmm.” Sakti's smile showed that he was not kidding. “Don't forget to bring a lot of clothes. Lombok is quite cold in the testing season of kayak gini.”