Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Sentimental sister

Pram walked across the room, he whistled mimicking the sound of a bird hanging over a mango tree.

"Men-ta-ri." Pram took a piece of cake layer on a plate and smiled expectantly to his wife. Pram devoured a small piece of the cake and pulled his wife from the stove.

"Why, Aa?" Mentari held both hands, then Pram bent down to kiss his wife's cheek.

"Where's Aa doing, okay?" tanya Mentari after the conversation with Maxime earlier. It's night now, but the bule is still in his house. Doing things that he really wanted to laugh at with Dara. But enough to see his childhood friend really being at the next level Mentari is quite happy. Come along lucky and not expect even, Maxime clear and white once smitten same rancid.

"Are you still not sure I'm a good wife? How come I'm so sad because of that, Aa." Mentari scowled, "Aaren't you in complete belief, are you the same as me?

Pram sighed then his smile looked tense. "I'm wrong, Dance. I am scared because of that past trauma. Sorry, okay. I will change my fears by paying more attention to you and being with you."

Accepted, thought Mentari, but she greeted him with a sullen face.

"It's just that Aa's more possessive of me." murmured Mentari. Pram is obviously frowning, for some people possessiveness is part of the affection, attention and reduce the restlessness that exists. After all he was possessive without physical and verbal violence, he only liked the attention and affection he was blatantly giving.

"I hope you understand, baby. I'm a weathered ex-bachelorette with a past hook. More hooks than bile, so my possessiveness isn't a threat." Pram leaned his body towards Mentari and hugged his wife's waist.

"Do you mind?" ask Pram with patient eyes.

"Gak Aa, I received all the pluses and minuses of Aa. Also I hope Aa accepts me, and never be suspicious of Maxime's presence. Not good with him, especially Dara." concluded Mentari calm along with the sound of the door open.

Pram kissed Mentari's cheek and took off his embrace. He poured water and gulped at the door as the footsteps drew closer.

Dara and Maxime present bring sweet martabak and eggs while putting it on the dining table. Dara grabbed six small plates from the shelves while putting them on the table. He took two pieces of sweet martabak and four pieces of egg martabak into a plate.

"Staying, fearing far away."

"Here, same as om. Aging on, afraid of the lyrics of my good friend." said Dara quickly with his hand wrapped around Maxime's arm. "Let's go bule mas, we find a place that is not visible om and Mentari. They're both very worried."

Maxime smiled at him, then grimaced widely like a mountaineer who got the sunset on a beautiful day.

"I'll follow you, Dara."

"Heh, play mojok-mojok everything. No, look for hidden places. What do you think my house is! A free-facing place?" sahut Pram, he scooped up all the plastic martabak and took Maxime's left hand.

"To the family room!" he said seriously, "sad I didn't know they were dating. You followed it when it was ripe porridge."

Mentari nodded, her body trembling withholding laughter as Pram continued to nag short lengths. Prohibiting Dara and Maxime from going out alone. Ban both for kisses and even hugs.

"Do you two know?" tanya Pram, watching Dara and Maxime take turns. The green-eyed man hastily corrected him in case he stayed Russian until he was seventeen years old and had tasted the bittersweetness of a free life dating beautiful girls. He has understood a little term where the earth is planted there the sky is held. After all, she has lived in Indonesia for ten years, she is quite familiar with the way of dating indigenous people.

"It's good that you understand, Max. Remember also Dara is the first time dating. Don't ask her anything, unless you want your hand to break."

"Aw, it's so fierce." said Dara, "But I love you guys."

"It's appropriate." Pram grimaced and Dara wanted to scream as her foster sister shifted her from beside Maxime by pulling her leg.

"Good, happy dating." Pram patted his hands while sitting in the middle of the two. Even so, the two were just engrossed in chatting by involving Pram as a super adult and sentimental person.