Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Husband has a lot of muscle

Mentari and Pram turned around leaving Maxime who was even engrossed in seeing the familiarity of one family while ignoring him with a camera hanging from his neck.

Mentari and Pram, they don't talk. Each of them thought of something different. Mentari continues to hope Pram understands the conditions that are really not his fault. While Pram really, really needs time to face his wife now.

The morning scream in the inn was in addition to the rustling of leaves blown by the morning wind as well as the whistling sound of the drummers Roni et al who tempted Pram and Mentari into the house.

"Cie Aa is equally Eneng, tandem-duaan. Here or not." exclaimed Roni.

"I'm sure Pram's chest is like a samsak fist right now, Ron." said Dias.

In the middle of the doorway, Pram turned his head. His eyes were like emitting fire that would scorch Roni et al, but his mouth was smiling.

"I'm fine, brother. You don't have to worry about me" he said, but a lie that was directly in the ketawain Roni et al., he said, for his friends that fierce face and forced smile clearly shows Pram depressed and immediately confine Mentari with important questions.

"Udah bro, mending us acquaintance with them." whispered Roni, "Thung-itung because we were already considered the same family Mentari so cool ajalah. Kayak dangdutan, the more in the kendang, the more beautiful."

Roni et al again continue their ajojing gymnastics into physical health gymnastics.

"Have here, bro. Rather than cold." exclaimed Roni while waving, and the noise of the gymnastics songs played on various video channels was complete with the cheers of Roni et al wake up the windy Bagyo.

"Starting instead of getting pregnant, huh? How's gymnastics?" tanya Bagyo hoarse.

Asih who had been peeking since earlier returned to close the curtains while approaching her husband.

Sit on the edge of the bed. "Rame outside, sir. There were guest inns coming, casep, londo, tall, white, blonde hair, gondrong." he answered enthusiastically, even amused smiles later.

"Snack commentary?" ask Bagyo once again to make sure the spell is not gymnastics. The risk of miscarriage during young pregnancy is reflected in his mind.

Waving his hands. Trying to be patient with the worries of her husband who just released gas.

"It's not calm, it's the casep. On a riot outside the teasep, sure mom, casep is jealous now." Asih took out the wind oil and rubbed its contents on her husband's stomach.

"Have not thought, Mentari again in the same congregation as the casep. Ntar mom watch!"

Bagyo ignored his wife's words. Surely Asih will interfere later. Yesterday alone, the time of Tatiana's case he had to go along in anger even though he was actually more legowo than his wife.

•••

Without wasting time, in the kitchen Pram directly hold both shoulders Mentari to see him up close after his wife boiled water.

"Who are they, baby?" Pram puts on a smile with wear. Forced, Mentari also smiled sweetly to her husband. He was not wrong, that was the fact that he was ranting in his mind at this moment.

Mentari holding Pram's waist. Her husband likes to be touched, that's the most true fact as long as he experiences confinement in his house until pregnancy.

"Oh, his name is Maxime." Pram nodded, removing the hair Mentari back. "Why then did I feel like I was in front of him?"

"I'm ashamed" Mentari grabbed Pram's waist and threw his gaze at the stove fire, "They didn't know this inn was closed and didn't tell him at all if he wanted to come here."

"Continue?" press Pram, holding a long snort of breath that conditions emotions.

"Maxime balikin the thermos he used to pinch." Mentari looked back at her husband, "Aa why the hell? If jealousy is normal, I understand, only I don't feel good about them because I already have a husband."

The mood changed quietly. Pram felt that his wife did not know that she had heard all of their talk while inside the inn. Mentari thought it was just family, not husband. How that feels. And now it's just getting muddied with a strange smile Mentari.

"A jealous?"

Pram took a deep breath, his expression changing as he also deeply regretted having to say this.

"I'm not jealous, you're just not honest with them if I'm your husband, not just your family" Pram said in a soft voice.

Mentari sontak flabbergasted. The statement slightly silenced his mouth for a moment.

Huhuhuhu, Aa denger turned out. Pantesan called me adek. Funny my husband is jealous. Wk wk's.

Mentari leaned her head on Pram's chest, hearing her husband's heart rate as if he had finished participating in physical health exercises outside. That stifled emotion was also honestly residing in his own heart.

Mentari was silent for a while with the condition of hugging her husband, she looked for suitable words to appease her husband's gallant officer before misguided.

"Fear your status Maxime knows?" tukas Pram, removed again Mentari hair left to back.

"meaning?" The sun raised his face.

"You don't want Maxime to know you're married, so he has a chance to get you, Tari." replied Pram gently, his pair of eyes then caught a change in the spotlight of Mentari.

Am I accusing you of nothing? Anjir forgot, my wife is pregnant, why am I so sensi.

"Sorry, maybe I'm the hot one." Pram grabbed the hand of Mentari that woman released from her waist along with the look of sad eyes that are still emanating now.

"I'll replace you with room service for them. Don't argue." The protests did not continue. Pram buried his lips intentionally when Mentari was about to open his mouth. And of course, without Mentari's knowledge later. Pram will not remain silent. War drums will he start alone even though he must desperately refrain from snapping the heads of his friends who will definitely mock him all-out.

No miss fog, it turns out there is secretly the same miss Mentari here. It could be, the call of nature is extraordinary.

"Just relax, baby. I can be as friendly as you." he promised.

The sun nodded, but inwardly, there was no way Aa would be friendly. Which is a little wrong to talk about Maxime later in tonjok. Huh, bother, have a husband mostly muscles.