Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Mommy's coming, fucking Pram.

Pram ran down the thick grassy steps behind his house after seeing a black Avanza car enter the parking lot in front of the house. Pram jumped over a lawnmower while swearing while pushing the door to hide in the shed.

"My way, Mak must be calling me a ghost again!" rutuk Pram while curling up and taking shelter behind a pile of fish feed that smells typical. His heart beat uncomfortably, his breath panting like spent in pursuit of naughty kuntilanak.

"Gue was horrified, I don't want to get married!" his mood makes him unsettled.

Meanwhile. In front of the two-story semi-timber house, Asih knocked on the blue-painted door.

"Pramoedya Aji, my mother's son, my eldest was the most. Open the door." when the almost sixty-five-year-old woman knocked on the door. He wears a batik robe, orange lipstick, and has a pretty good appearance.

Behind him, Bagyo the husband dressed neatly as a shopping bag of plastic woven vegetables and fruits. A souvenir for Pramoedya Aji who never cooks himself and hobbies snacks outside.

"Pram, here we come. Be welcomed. Don't pretend to be asleep!" yells Asih lost her patience. Attack after attack bringas knock door continues to be interconnected in the house, until Sum, a maid from the village who sang Elvi Sukaesih terpogoh open the door.

"Patience to you." Sum exclaimed while swinging the door. "Mak Asih, Mr. Bagyo." he exclaimed with a fervent smile and reached for the wall. Padang, cattle, and hectares of rice fields in the village slalu became a person who is loved.

"Where is the program, Sum?" ask Asih impatiently. With guts, he rolled his eyes into the house.

"Mas Pram's? Oh, Mak, where are you?" he asked back with a confused face even circulated his gaze. "Abdi just holied up karaokean, Mak. Abdi search yak." Sum passed by while thinking.

Patiently Asih and Bagyo chose to sit on the sky blue sofa while waiting.

"I told you, Mom. If that Pram should we just match with his son Miss Etik, what's his name who just entered college. Mak somewhat forgot." said Asih then frowned.

The wrinkles on Bagyo's face became more and more visible and folded thickly. Bagyo, who is five years older than his wife, clearly does not remember who Etik is.

"Etik his wife Mr. Dasim, the former head of RT is you know mas." Asih explained while smiling understandably. "Already - it does not need to be discussed, later I dizzy myself." he replied as he moved.

"Dasim hasn't left, huh?" ask Bagyo.

"Dasim is dead, but his son is still a virgin, still kinyis-kinyis. Suitable for Pram!"

Bagyo who seems to have remembered who Dasim was and shook his head strongly to make Asih look at her husband's horror.

"The kecetit mas!" Asih warned.

"Don't agree I Pram married his son Dasim, he owed him a lot Sih, later Pram just highlighted!" bagyo said straightforwardly.

"But his beautiful son mas, pinter, can definitely shake Pram's faith!"

Bagyo again shakes unwillingly. Marriage is not just a beautiful and smart thing, getting married is a question of many heads who actually have to agree first for a better future.

"The others are still many, his son also does not necessarily want to be paired with Pram."

Asih sighed. "I help Sum nyari Pram, mas. The kid must have snatched. Habit that we come here."

"You are also strange Sih, the child does not want to get married forcibly." Bagyo's lips while massaging his neck. "It's not delicious, the treasures and heritage are intact!"

Bagyo grunting. "Congratulations can be or sold. The child does not want marriage to be forced to continue. You're like a dhedhemit, sih, son of a bitch!"

Asih whined away while grumbling to himself. "Dhedhemit, sabodo teuinglah." he said in Sundanese.

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"Mas Pram, Mas Pram." shouted Sum from the balcony behind the old jejaka room.

Sum's thunder-like voice from the sky made Pram called out. He swallowed his saliva with great difficulty while scratching his feet.

"O Allah, being charged by a future wife is more cruel than being bitten by a red ant. Gatel all sobs, hot prickly." he was annoyed while stomping his feet.

"Mas Pram, Mas Pram. Mak Asih came, mas appeared yok. No need to hide." Sum exclaimed loudly.

From inside Asih covered his ears as he approached.

"Your voice looks like a bledeg, Sum. Make budeg!"

Suminah her long name surprised itself. "Mom!" he raised both hands.

Asih does not bother. "Pram haven't met, Sum?"

"No, Mak. Already the servant is looking under the mattress, table, bathroom and all the places that can to meet but not meet the Pramnya mas."

"But you're sure Sum she was home before Mak came here?" Shrugging, squinting.

"Related, Mother. Mas Pram was just on the treadmill here and when Mak came, the possibility of Pram running back and forth to - to..," Sum thought hard, "warehouse, yes warehouse, the servant has not been there Mak!" said Sum sure.

With a hustle Asih directly down the steps while smiling widely. "Because of you, Pram."

Not yet arrived at the door that opened a little. Pram with an abstract movement out of the shed, he brushed off the ants that were increasingly making his entire foot hot and itchy.

"Your chivalry, Pram. Kualat." cried Asih while laughing amusedly.

"Whatever Mak, whatever!" Pram nagged as he ran the algal ridge towards the water fountain to wash his feet.

"What a shame I have today, no mother, God did not condemn me. Argh.." he groaned while scratching his feet. "What am I wrong, do not want to marry until this is the fate. Bitter really. Fates!"

"Makanya nurut." Asih sergeant while hammering Pram's ear. "Come in, come with mom."

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To be continue and happy reading. Welcome to join this funny story. I hope readers are entertained __^