Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
The Love

As a husband who was above the relief and peak of self-esteem to be on the verge of heartbreak, Pram swept the garden in the middle of the inn while tidying the plants there while whistling. He was free from cooking duties because there were already four women he was most reluctant in the kitchen of the dream inn. Mentari, Asih, Purwati and Wartini who make the room crowded will babble mothers and mothers-to-be.

"They're not tired of me talking about daritadi? Mah's mom, open my disgrace so not too late."

Pram wiped the sweat on his forehead with the back of his hand. An hour had he wasted by cleaning the garden and courtyard inns. But do not visit the troupe that played at that time back.

"No-no, don't let them go home and get all wet. There's a lot of direct laundry and I–gue to wash." Pram pointed at himself while shaking his head. "It's just becoming my mentor. Sick kesel!"

Pram continued his activities throwing the leaves he collected into the trash. In the end, the dam he had once repaired returned to its original place. It became a landfill and he could only smile at it.

"It's important that my efforts succeed." Pram grabs a broom lying on the ground and returns it to the house, washing his hands and shoving his head.

"What dear?" he asked, whistling, his hands rubbing his calves to the heels of his feet while washing them with water.

Mentari smiled, pointing at the warehouse that was beside her room. There is still a way to tease Pram's jealousy towards Maxime after a new fact, Maxime already knows they are married.

"Take Aa's mat, Maxime just chat, they're on their way home" he explained enthusiastically. Mentari smelled a smile as her husband squinted his eyes.

"Chat is doang? Not the chat outpouring of his heart I checkmate earlier?" Pram probing, whisper Maxime looks tough in front of him, but behind him all the hearts that he has not conveyed the end revealed online.

Mentari put on her sweetest smile that contained a bit of worry for Pram.

"Darling answer!" press Pram, on a whim he soaks his hands with water and creates it on the face of Mentari. His wife broke down and covered her face.

"Where are you, Tar? Look at me, and listen to your answer!" Pram fingered the pockets of pants and jackets that Mentari used. Arrived where the slim flat object and front rear camera felt in the palm of his hand. Pram immediately reached into his wife's mobile phone.

With a quick step, like a stalker who gets a target, Pram immediately looks for the safest place to open his wife's phone. His face became anxious and prepared to accept the great possibility that was happening.

Maxime green eyes's. Name in the Mentari chat app.

"Green eyes, profit is not the eyes of duitan elo Max. But spies on my wife."

Pram took a breath, without the slightest hint of disappointment that really existed, the man read a chat from Maxime containing photos of the group of tourists in the river that was flowing. Where on the exclamations everything was like a long time ago, no one was pouting. All lips almost grimaced or mangap and laugh.

Only Pram bent his face. Pouty.

Mentari touched Pram's waist from behind so the man turned his head and involuntarily snorted.

"It's normal, Aa. Leaving aside the jealousy that made Aa even funny" said Mentari, he took Pram's extended phone without turning to her.

Pram was silent at the thought of a way to remain confident on the onslaught of ridicule from his companions. While Mentari was thinking of her husband's heartbreak, an idea that was counter-directional yet equally on one issue was the same. Troublemakers, both soul and body.

"I already belong to Aa, what is Aa afraid of again?"

"Hope, Tar. It's not good to give a good man an empty hope." Pram turned around, then hugged the body that had just embraced him.

I didn't give him hope, even when we met. It is only the state of one's heart who knows and who can prevent it. But it turns out you stopped by and didn't leave, Pram. I don't know what I am if you didn't come with the drama of your life that made me dizzy.

"Have you done, the cooking was on that mateng, Pram, Tar. The dish was removed from the kitchen, do not forget the same glass of water jumbo. Many of these guests, don't just hug!" shouts on the doorstep.

Pram and Mentari suddenly release hugs and sweet kisses in the morning.

"Yes, my heart is not calm." I Pram with a cry, "what father? Do I need to take it to the clinic?"

"Father is just tired, have a walk noh same besan Joko!" Asih exhaled, "Pram now you ready everything keep bathing. Take mom to Dara's orphanage." she said seriously.

"Serious to adopt Dara?" pram asked directly seriously, "Bapak equally mother has agreed if Dara we foster?" ask her with a difficult expression to guess.

Asih nodded without hesitation because since from Jakarta yesterday he had prepared complete data on the requirements of child adoption.

"Already, the same mother was talking in the kitchen casep. Besan agreed, because Dara is not their absolute responsibility, so later you both accompany your mother and father to submit Dara's adoption in the orphanage as well as a witness."

From the direction of the entrance, the drenched Dara immediately ran down Asih's body. Hugged the body of an old woman who raised both hands with a shocked face. His tears flooded no less like the drops of river water from his body that he brought home. Dara, the senseless girl will now really have a family like hope that is often a body in his mind even though he continues to tepis himself.

Who is happy? Mentari and Pram hugged the girl alternately even though then showering and waiting in line for the bathroom was an activity that made Pram half-dead.

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