Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Wrestle out?

The sun sinking, the night wind and the falling fog did not dampen the spirit of the young men to keep making a bonfire in the middle of the park.

Pram and Mentari stared fixedly at the fire that burned the pile of wood while sitting cross-legged. In their hands there is corn skewered with a skewer to facilitate flipping when burning it even though it burned not directly in the campfire because Pram had said before the burning event.

"My wife is pregnant young, burn charcoal so it is not contaminated with black smoke!"

And others nodded obediently for the smooth running of the exclamation event together that night.

"To his neighbor dong, Aa. My corn is less savory than it is." said Dias.

The one called Aa with a flirtatious tone of voice that was made up was immediately whipping butter on the plate and hiding it in the shirt.

"Call me for real!" gerutu Pram, "And who can call me Aa is just a Mentari, elo on who has a mustache like a catfish don't ever call me Aa! Understand no?"

Dara shakes unwillingly. "Keep I also call Om, Aa?" his comment. "Don't want me to call Om, Aa. Ntar dance pout."

Mentari immediately opened his eyes because he became aware of Dara's words had to be erratized.

"Obsolutely normal, Ra. Try to call Om Pram, Aa." he asked to make Pram belittle, but fortunately Dara immediately shuddered in horror.

"Sir, thanks. Om better suited, o'm old."

The girl in a black jacket who had just last afternoon again felt the sensation of space growing up her childhood flipped all the corn on the charcoal grill aka the burning place.

"Mas bule, your corn is half burnt." cried Dara as she held out Maxime's spicy grilled corn.

"Thank you, it's okay." Maxime smiled and maknyus, a handsome bule who from the beginning came to the dream innmen had stolen Dara's attention again made the girl exposed to symptoms of misbehavior.

"Together!" ketus reply.

Dara threw away her face even though her cheeks could make Pram and Mentari follow the wrong behavior.

"Why, Ra?" goda Mentari's.

Dara held out one by one the mature corn to the married om-om who had been queuing since. While Dara was distributing the corn, Mentari put the raw corn on the grill again while fanning the embers.

"Om so we're here long?" dara asked while putting a dry wooden twig into the campfire. The bonfire was now as warm as the atmosphere in the park.

Pram asserted, "Still have to go to the social service, only then back west. Why, Ra? Did you miss Danang?"

Dara pretended to be offended while nudging Mentari's arm.

"Rather than being the supervisor of Danang sama Tegar, meningan here. Something is clear." whispered.

Mentari immediately smiled while turning her attention to Maxime who did not show the slightest disappointment.

"Max, do you want to bring my sister?"

"For what?" Maxime immediately frowned.

"To go around with you, cause she's a little dangerous girls but never know how beautiful the world. She's had more adrenaline."

"No, no, no." said Pram, looking at his wife in disbelief. Anything try to use snare Maxime longer. He is still a threat to her. His charm is even more fresh. "What do you mean, Tar? Want their matchmaker?"

"Fifty-Fifty." Mentari grimaced, "Who knows, rather than just admiring and not delivering." The wind blew, Mentari felt the cold was redeeming his jacket to the inside. He endured the cold while extending his hand near the bonfire.

"But he's my bitch, baby. If so, then be my brother-in-law. Mother also will not give permission to Dara walk the same as them without supervision." Pram sighed.

"A moment, you two mean what I should do. Can I take Dara for a walk or not? You two seem to want to fight because of that." said Maxime.

"Let's go, Max. If fighting is good, we have a free spectacle." - Kimpal Roni. "Lagian elo negative thinking same person, bro. Believe me they are good people, bokap nyokap Maxime live in Jakarta, near my house even. So if our macem-macems just brush them!"

"The thing is they're travelers, Ron. Travelers never stay home! Know elo now?" sahut Pram, suddenly the idea of his wife is making hypertension. And like wanting to start a heated debate, which is the source of the debate they are even engrossed in eating. Dara spent her corn quickly because they all became quiet with each other.

"That's because you guys are fighting yourself. I'm just relaxing." Dara nudged Mentari's arm, "Om tuh nambek, afraid of his sister why-why, uh you even tell me to travel everywhere with new people." Dara's lips, although then he whispered very softly. "Even if I want to! Hihi."

The mentor smiled freely while shaking his head. "Tuh ask permission of your brother and your mother first to be given permission!"

Dara nodded while flipping the corns in front of them so as not to burn like her skin.

"I don't care if Dara wants to travel with us, only the traveler must be independent and brave. He has that basis, right?" maxime said, Pram immediately cleared his throat like a strep throat.

"Lewatin my mother first, then I can give permission. Wanna?"