Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Max & Dara

Dara looks dizzy at night already shows at one in the morning. He believes some people are asleep, some are still staying up after the bonfire party finished at eleven o'clock last night. But his intention that had soared as high as the smoke of the campfire was void made him fall asleep.

"Such in the middle of the night, is it okay for you to sleep?" mummified Dara. Holding back a bite, he stepped in little by little without making the slightest sound near Maxime's room.

No less quietly he knocked on the door of the room while occasionally looking back, looking again afraid that someone saw his behavior.

"Mas bule, mas bule." call him along with the beat that keeps bothering Maxime cs inside. "It's cold woi, the game's open!" his scolding was impatient until the door opened due to his kick.

"Why are you here?" maxime asked, he spread his gaze. It feels gripping like the appearance of an exotic-skinned virgin. "Lonely, sorry-sorry, not lonely!" erratikannya while shaking. There is no way Dara is lonely, or maybe Dara tried to tease him after the traveling problem that led to Pram's crashing?

Oh Maxime's mind was immediately filled with question marks, but he was glad that girl showed her courage to go out on nights like this and approach her secretly.

"No need to speak English, Indonesian only time, and mas bule must know this saying where the earth in the sky in the sky is upheld!" dara protests while pushing Maxime into the room. Quickly Dara closed the door and sighed.

While Maxime held his chest after jumping backwards. He looked in disbelief, the girl was really going to tease him.

"Your brother will be angry you're here" Maxime said as he kicked his sister's boyfriend's leg to get up. He remembered how Pram's facial expression confirmed ‘elo assorted, elo exhausted in my hands’. But cold and full it tastes better if only lying down while covering. That's why Maxime woke up his sister's boyfriend and one more friend. Both covered their faces with blankets.

"You take care of it, Max!"

Maxime's gaze immediately moved out of focus. Her beautiful green eyes then stopped on the face of the little girl in front of her who kept looking at her uneasily. Maxime also held back his desire to sigh.

"Is there a quick say? Don't make me threatened with being kicked out of here!" insist Maxime.

"I know!" Dara moved her steps closer to Maxime leaning against the wall.

"Tomorrow don't ask permission to take me traveling, don't do that. I don't want the people closest to me to worry. Especially when I was adopting me. Okay, bule mas?"

"No, no, no." Ceplos Dara. He thought for a moment. "I want to know the world, but not now. I have to be a good boy to my foster parents. Do you know what my position is?"

Maxime agreed to the heartfelt message. Little feeling touched if that is what Dara wants more. He was also hesitant to take the girl on a trip.

"Yes you're out. I don't want anyone to catch you in my room." Maxime kicked out, he came from a good family. Most likely he never messed around and the existence of the two of them who were still awake made him anxious.

Dara nyengir's. Nodding. His smooth bangs and touching his eyebrows he blew himself up until his hair fluttered randomly then again covered the girl's forehead.

"Why are you?" exclaim Maxime wonder.

"Obviously, it's good that you can compromise." Dara turned around, opened the door and turned around again staring at Maxime in the doorway.

Maxime looked at him. For some reason, he felt that it was ridiculous as well as strange. Why does the girl seem to be weighing something.

Winds rustling. The cold was running everywhere but the girl kept flinching by warming her hands into the pocket of the jacket.

"By the way ya." Dara's inner, something disturbed her calmness. Because he does not know again when will meet the green eyes that he admires after later all go for their respective activities.

"Hurry back to your room!" Maxime shook his hand seriously.

Afterward, Dara turned her heels and walked towards Joko's private house. But, a split second passed. The girl turned around, her steps were fast and briefly hugged Maxime's body which was now like being exposed to cement. Sculpting, rigid, gasp.

"Suppose this farewell, mas bule. Greetings and goodbye."

Even though that hug is not avenged. Dara smiled looking at those green eyes freely. He turned around with a cheerful smile that amazingly aroused his spirit in the morning that was still blind. Dara stopped at the doorway and waved her hand.