Perfect Son-in-law

Ballad Son And Papa

"Me and Ocean are getting married."

On his wheelchair, Rohan was silent. Glorien's notice struck invisible to the upper part of his heart.

"Is that a million of you up to this, Glo?" Rohan feels betrayed. "He's ruined many parts of our family." Imagining the face of the Ocean alone has made it like a sudden stricken with syndrome.

Addressing with a wry smile, Glorien slightly felt funny. "Papa was wrong" he said refuting Rohan's words. "It is precisely Papa himself who has created this mess in our family."

Rohan looked at his daughter with a skeptical look. For a few seconds there was no word he said.

Looking at the residence, Glorien continued, "I'm sorry, Pa. I realized I was the one who started with my carelessness, but no matter who I was and the Ocean at that time, Papa had no right to judge us too far, even to the point of separating me and my son. What's wrong with our Papa's blessing? The ocean is not as stupid as Papa thought. Papa knows for himself 'how great is he now?!"

Rohan's heart was pinched.

What Glorien said about the Ocean just now, right, he admitted that. Not only was it great personally, the Ocean had even devoured everything he had, including Glorien himself.

"I suffered that much, Pa. Is Papa conscious? And the Ocean is my happiness."

Glorien slapped him back.

In a clamor, deepest from the bottom of his heart, there was upheaval. His little brain tried to digest every verse of the sentence that the princess threw from beginning to end, making sure there was a part where his mistake as a father with all the strict rules he made. Which in his thoughts, it was clear he was doing for Glorien's own good and his future. The ocean is not the right choice. Back then they were just khilaf, and that error had to be straightened out by making Glorien go back to being what he had formed before.

It turned out that his heart had not yet melted.

"Papa just wants what's best for you, Glo. Papa loves you very much. Don't you realize that, Glo? About how much Papa loves you?!" He looked up straightening an earnest look at Glorien's still-standing face, hoping that the child understood.

Glorien may be being attacked by conscience by Rohan's words in the name of 'love' as a style. But Glorien's common sense brushed it off, not wanting to be as easy to eat as it was a while ago which resulted in him almost losing the Ocean-again.

He knows, some may be true, Rohan is his biological father, obviously there is a dear that may indeed be immeasurable, but ....

''But Papa's love for me is not in the context of father and son as it should be. Papa is not sincere. There are too many conditions for me as a child. Papa demands that I be superior in my own context. Papa doesn't care how tormented I get through the days with all the Papa rules that I really don't like." Glorien's tears are falling. There were emotions stirring in every word he threw out.

Don't ask how Rohan, his pair of glaring eyes express disbelief. His heart is beating fast. It turned out that this was not just about the Ocean, Glorien was revealing the contents of the heart he had long imprisoned. Complaints as a child.

And it got more and more uncontrollable as Glorien continued his sentence,

"From the moment Mama died even today, Papa still thinks I'm a robot that Papa must continue to control. Papa didn't tell me and give me a chance to do what I like. Papa never cared about how I felt. Until the moment the mistake came, the mistake that brought and made me happy for having the Ocean, Papa also destroyed it!" The more her tears. He couldn't help but feel how overwhelmed he was at the moment.

Trouble swallowing the saliva to pass through the choked esophagus, Glorien continued again, "My son .. The child I bear nine months, the child I was waiting for his presence, the child I was expecting, the child whose name I have prepared happily ... Papa even took it out of my sight after he was born." His palm rose to smother the mouth, enduring the tremendous pain in the trough there. There were many invisible stabs that continuously gave wounds.

In the checkmate position, there are no words that Rohan can say as a denier. A tear rolls past the still-dirty cheek. His feelings, he didn't even know what he looked like now. Everything Glorien had displayed, Rohan had just found out. From childhood, the sweet girl never complained let alone said that she did not like. But now ....

In that situation, the sound of the door rattling and then pushed slowly from outside. Rohan and Glorien's gaze moved in tune. A small human figure poked out like a rabbit. Seemed doubtful to be seen from his plain eyes that were very clear.

"Ghala," said Glorien, surprised by the arrival of his son to the room he was in. The reason is, at this time he knows Sagara is at school with Miana.

"Ma." Sagara's footsteps swung closer towards his mother. "Ghala heard Mama's voice crying, so Ghala came in." The boy explained.

Before replying to the words, Glorien wiped his tears first to show that he was fine. After that humbled the body to embrace the son who was now right in front of him. "Mama's okay, honey," she said as she stroked Sagara's hair. "Whose Ghala's here?"

"Papa's."

Glorien flinched then quickly looked at Rohan. It turns out the look of the papa is still the same, unpredictable. But tucked away in his heart, afraid Rohan would throw hurtful words at his son.

"Said Papa today we want to see the wedding dress, but pick Mama up first here."

Hearing that, Glorien got a breath of fresh air. "Oh yes! I forgot, Honey. Good thing Ghala is with Papa here, he said. "That's why let's go!" He stood up, then pulled Sagara's hand to be led away from there immediately. Rohan's aura would greatly intimidate the little boy's innocence.

But Rohan interrupted, "Glo!"

Suddenly stopped Glorien's footsteps that almost reached the doorway, then looked back. "What's up, Pa?" Grasping Sagara's hand tightly, trigger that no matter how sharp Rohan attacks, Sagara remains in his protection.

For a second Rohan was silent. But his eyes can not be separated from the face of Sagara. The puddle of saliva in his mouth was swallowed hard just for the sake of being able to throw out the question, "Is this boy-"

"Yes!" Glorien cutting fast. "He's Sagara, my son. That's even if Papa deigns to think of him as a grandson."

The whole soul of Rohan. His throat was stuck again and felt heavy.

"One more, Pa," Glorien said in the sidelines.

Rohan looked at her and waited.

"With or without Papa's blessing, me and Samudra .. will remain married."