Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Woo Maxime

Pram rejoined the park after Dara and Mentari's business was completed. His condition was already safe for him, he could sleep soundly in the room. While for Maxime who still put up a face and still not. He looked around as if he was worried if Dara suddenly came back to do the same thing. The condition was further aggravated when breakfast together had arrived.

All gathered like a big family, melted together in a joke of laughter except Maxime's gaze to Dara who wants to invite war. But it suddenly collapsed when Asih asked Maxime's desire to take his son for a walk.

"Punten kasep, how to make Dara travel?"

Pram was canceled to feed the potato parchment to his mouth, instead he put the potato parchment into the mouth of his wife who was gaping waiting for what Maxime was about to say.

Maxime shook his head, Dara's decision last night was quite reasonable. It was just that hug that he regretted why it had to happen, and instead of wanting to be holy-spirited, the green-eyed bule was already a regular hug even with strangers wanting a photo with him. Now in his shadow dream innmen that slalu reminded him of Mentari, replaced with a rancid face and his rese Dara.

"I'm sorry I can't, Dara said last night that she wanted to be a good boy for you" Maxime said. "So, I can't force him to come with us because it's his decision."

Dara immediately lowered her head, stirred the vegetables on her plate and ate diligently when all eyes were on her.

"Really, neng?" ask Asih while rubbing Dara's back. A word of haru stuck in his throat.

Dara nodded, "I want to be the same mother as you rather than traveling far away, no one takes care of me, om also worried, just Mentari tuh who wants me to go with Maxime."

"That's because you have a crush on him, Ra." said Mentari. "I'm just helping" she admitted, then hid her face behind Pram's back.

"Aa take care of me, Dara, if you are angry with horror." whispered Mentari, but because you are not well. Pram stand.

"Where are you going?" tanya Mentari, hold back the tip of Pram's shirt.

"Talk to Maxime outside." Pram rubbed his head while smiling warmly, the affair with Maxime should be straightened out. "Everything's gonna be okay, you keep eating it."

And everything became ambiguous, misunderstood and the conversation went away. Maxime came out following Pram while Dara glanced at him bit by bit the people who looked at him face-to-face asking for an explanation.

Dara waved her hand, signaling she wanted to peek at where the two men were going.

"Lho, you know, you know. How on a car ride." Dara hastened her steps to reach Pram's car which stopped in the middle of the gate, unfortunately because Pram did deliberately not want anyone to know where his activities were. He's indifferent to Dara.

"OM, MAS BULE DON'T GET SCOLDED!" dara shouted, she sighed tired with a panicked look on her face.

"Behind ajalah, mother must need more explanation." he murmured, turning his body under the shade of leafy leaves.

•••

"Just after we met, I took him to Jakarta with Mentari. She's so cute, Max. I want to go there every day, come here. I'm the one who never fuss about how in the position of Dara happy to make others happy."

He embraced Maxime after patting his back with a smile. And Maxime's response was quite astonishing because as far as he could remember, Pram was quite unhappy with him because of Mentari.

"What brought me here?"

"Sorry if Dara makes you uncomfortable about last night. He might be amazed at you because you were the first bule he saw first in the inn."

Pram chuckled while stroking the heads of the orphanage children who approached him and looked at the astonished bule who smiled awkwardly.

"Some people are not as lucky as us, including Dara and them. But because now he lifted me up, and actually I was quite moved by his words about looking after my mother with my father. I'm actually gonna ask you a question, Max?"

Pram nodded after handing over the light snacks. "In the divide!" yells.

"Yes, yes, thank you." The mother of the parlor who saw him jut. "Mother and father didn't come?"

"Later they were followed, mother. Now I'm just playing, bring this game. Who knows if you'll be smitten as a donor." Pram Goda while elbowing slowly Maxime's arm. The mother agrees and takes care of her foster children.

"What about?" Maxime circulated his gaze while sitting on the cement chair. "It's not about being serious, is it?"

Pram riveted. The man suddenly straightened his body. Doubtful, he whistled mimicking the sound of birds squeaking.

"You want to waste time with me?" ask Maxime.

Pram immediately swerved. He laughed so hard that his body trembled.

"Can you see Dara again after she's in west Java?" ask Pram later.

"For what?"

"Friends!"

Maxime sniffed his shoulders. As a person who is old enough and see how the love story of the closest person he indicates that Pram deliberately wants to make Dara happy by dragging him.

"I thought again." Maxime shifted, he felt Pram had the desire to embrace him again from behind. Feeling pretty familiar after yesterday only disappointed him.