Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
How are you?

In the morning that was still wet with dew, Maxime jumped down from his open Jeep car with a smile approaching Mentari.

The woman herself smiled as it was basically friendly. But in his heart his heartbeat was harder where his eyes occasionally monitored his door. Afraid Pram comes out and finds him with the man.

"How are you?" he asked while looking at the red Mentari nose because he often wiped to reduce the cold.

"You cold? Um... Did you know I'd come unannounced first so come out to greet me?"

His sister joined and laughed. "What closeness do you think is there to the extent that there is a reaction in your mind, ngaco you! Just a symbiosis, you know!"

Maxime hissed in embarrassment while embracing his sister. "Shut up, Pricilla."

His sister laughed and looked at Mentari. "Sister I said he misses you, The Sun. That's the reason we'll stay here again, before heading to Mount Prau again. You know, the mountain has the best sunrise on the island of Java like you, Maxime said."

Maxime was wrong. Mount Prau with an altitude of 2,590 meters above sea level it does have the best sunrise when it is sunny, from the top of the peak can be seen a row of mountains on the packaging of mineral water bottles so gallant and beautiful. One of my favorite mountains. Similar to Mentari pujinya when setting foot on the mountain.

Mentari also heard it wrong. Maxime, the bule whose name is predicted to resemble the teplon brand is indeed remembered.

"I'm very good, Max. It's good to see you again and you." replied Mentari while looking at his guests, then he amusedly received the flask that Maxime borrowed first. The wandering thermos that somehow got how far it traveled.

"I forgot, my God. Max, you actually brought it back here. I don't think you guys remember this inn at all."

Maxime is broken. How could he forget, the picture of the girl was still stored on his cell phone along with a small note he wrote about the woman on his way.

"Promise is promise, Mentari. I'm glad you remember it at once lucky if in the inn you still have an empty room. I see it's crowded." said Maxime, looking back at the luxury cars behind him.

The mentor smiled and nodded weakly. "There's still room inside, Max. Come on in, you're gonna be tired."

"No, Mentari. We are actually in the spirit here and we are not just transit. We will stop for three days." exclaimed Maxime, his voice was very excited until Mentari immediately panicked himself.

O God, I used to wish Max a long stop let the bisma be hot. Now it's not a hot Bhishma, but Aa Pram.

"Well," Mentari nodded kindly. "The room is like it was yesterday, no problem? For room service is also still the same." he explained back to the setting of a receptionist inn.

"Good, price?" maxime Sahut.

The mentor stunned for a moment and smiled amusedly. "The price is the same, Max. Nothing has changed in this inn for two more months you stay." he joked as he stepped, there was an amused smile fretting at the look on Mentari's face.

Only I changed. So don't let you feel the same about me, Max. I don't want you to beat up my husband who's a hitman, let alone hear my mother-in-law's nagging. I'm afraid you're getting mental.

"All right, thanks for that." Maxime and his friends step together while carrying their belongings and keep teasing the handsome single-status bule.

"I have to go through the side door, Max. Wait a minute." said Mentari in front of the living room.

Maxime agreed, as a true adventurer he and his friends sat snacking while discussing the journey they passed together. Meanwhile, the laughter woke up all the adult men in a room.

In the inn, Mentari made sure that her in-laws were still resting, even though her husband and friends were rowdy in the room. Anxious her husband was jealous, Mentari blew her palms many times.

"Hopefully Aa can understand and not play a lot." Mentari went to open the door to the living room of his inn, because there was still Maxime's personal data that he stored in the guest book, the five people were immediately invited to the room.

"All the guests staying here are my family, Max. So please blend if interested, they are from Jakarta and west Java." explained Mentari with a smile opened room number five, then room six.

Mentari smiled in front of Maxime who leaned his body on the door frame.

"I'm staying home to make tea for a while, Max. Doesn't matter if I stay first?" tanya Mentari was still in a polite manner even though her chest was beating fast because her husband was right in room two was staring at her from the front door.

"Okay, but please. Don't just one glass, give me one pitcher at all." Maxime's pinta then smiled widely, "Enter it in the flask again also does not matter if you don't mind it's the stuff I borrow again."

Mentari immediately grimaced. "By, Max. Besides, this flask is better if you take a walk, it's more useful than here."

"Haha, I think so. But what about you?" Maxime suddenly saw a herd of adult men storming the park while shouting.

"My desire here, God, must warm up to be warm." exclaimed Roni.

"It's not warm, it's hot." - Dimpal Dias.

The three people who followed him up with ajojing to the right, to the left, following the rhythm of the drummer, Roni, who was provoked to heat Pram's mood.

Pram whistling. He approached Mentari with style. "Grandpa, make Aa coffee dong." She cunningly put her hand on Mentari's shoulder.

"Welcome to enjoy the dream hostel facilities, brother. For room service later I love. Hopefully brother bule deigned." said Pram no less shrewd.

Maxime nodded directly without thinking for a long time as he had been used to meeting many people during his journey.

"Thankyou so much, I'd love it if you two welcome our arrival here. How lucky I'm." Maxime gave a sincere smile.

The more it becomes the voices of drummers so-called events behind Pram. The more rumbling Pram's heart at that moment.

•••