Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
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Paramitha Rusady Saputri, with a long sigh, Pram smiled bitterly because the father made the little miss sunshine, the first girl he loved with all her prayers and all her wonderful wishes had to accept the fact that she had a name inspired by her admiration for the senior artist, Paramitha Rusady.

Bagyo smiled, though, as a figurehead who never passed the word more than a nod and lightning approval of the statements and questions of all the main cast in his heart approached his son who was still standing lethargic in front of the baby box.

"Jaga well the granddaughter of the father who will definitely be as beautiful and sexy as Paramitha Rusady in her youth" said Bagyo embrace his first son who has tried his best to be a child, brother, sister, and juragan.

"Remember your message to remain a good and wise leader. You can joke as long as you don't get obscene, you kidding me later!"

"Excite, sir." Pram nods resignedly on the sidelines of the cries of his son who wants to pass to his mother.

Mentari smiled happily because in addition to the family is now intact and accompanied him in the hospital, he had gotten what he dreamed of. Getting married, having a loving and possessive husband is also a tiny baby that Pram carefully gives away. As for the matter of Bhishma, the man remains Arimbi's husband with the strict supervision of Arimbi's parents in the woman's family home.

Mentari looked at Pram with a happy look. Now there was nothing they feared, everything was in their arms. Both love, desire, the throne, and everything that became the hope of the dark period of both.

Pram smiled, he tidied his wife's hair and pinned it with a hairpin.

"Why?" ask Pram.

"That's Maxime behind Aa." Hurriedly Pram grabbed a blanket to cover his wife who was breastfeeding Paramitha. Then turn around, put the body on.

Dara grinned as she held out a gift for the birth of her nephew.

"From me and mas bule, um." Dara glanced behind Pram, Pram received three shark dolls and smiled. "Thank you Max."

Maxime held onto both of Dara's shoulders and nodded. "How are your wives and children, brother?"

"They're very nice and noisy, you can see it later after Paramitha's done with her aka milk drunk!" seloroh Pram while inviting the two to gather on the carpet that his mother brought from home.

Asih looked at the two young people with meaningful smiles while upholding his body from the lying position.

"Neng Dara Sama Aa bule kasep when to go to KUA?"

"Mak's Negation?" sahut Dara, he who is interested in red apples took and washed it in the sink. The only two apples he washes were those he gave to Maxime.

"Ke KUA ya nikah neng. Why the money, selling meatballs." exclaimed Asih gales, sure Dara will refuse his request. So Maxime who is polite even though relaxed if he meets her becomes his target.

"Are you ready for marriage?" ask Asih, Dara bobbing head. Don't say, don't. The doubt in his heart was still burning to rise to the marriage stage. The dark traces of his parents' misguided past is certainly the biggest reason why marriage feels scary.

Maxime smiled, he stopped his chewing while looking at Asih and Dara alternately. "I think, I'm ready in a year or two, mama. So is Dara, she is looking to start her career and follow my hobby as a traveler. So mama, sorry, getting married will be our last concern as we convince ourselves whether we fall in love every single day and we found love right where we are or not."

Pram agreed. Love will come at the right time and the right place. We cannot force as hard as we try to maintain choice if what is outlined in destiny cannot be held, then letting go is the end of the struggle we can do. For in between finding and letting go, love is the purest reason two hearts spin the cord.

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One year later, Bagyo's health, which slowly deteriorated as he got older, brought Pram, Mentari, Paramitha, Asih, Pram's younger siblings, Dara, and Maxime to their final resting place. They have grim faces. Bagyo died at the age of seventy-two.

Pram could not help but cry while sprinkling the last remaining flower in his basket.

"Paramitha Rusady Saputri will be the best name for the most beautiful memories you give. Good-bye, sir. Have a good rest."

The immovable mentor held back the tears as her husband still bowed, embracing the wooden tombstone of his deceased father calmly.

Pram turned his head, and for the first time a wet face full of novelty that Mentari found. So do those closest to Pram.

"Aren't you expecting my smile, Tari? Is it just Mama and Mitha?"

Mentari smiled between her cries, she wiped the still-flooded tears in the face of her husband's rangs.

"I must have expected Aa to smile."

Pram as he pleased, he stood up while pulling Paramitha who was playing red earth into his arms. The little boy immediately wrapped his hands around the neck of the man he called father.

Pram looked at one by one the closest people who had a grim face and puffy.

"After you've left, you're all Aa's responsibility. You understand?"

Everybody nodded.

"Your promise isn't hard, Aa? Your promise can be solid in the household and the promise not to make your mother alone after the departure of the father?"

Everybody nodded.

"Good." Pram smiled with relief, "So that means you can take good care of yourself without having Aa tell you and Aa watch. Come, honey. We're home."

"Wait for you..." Dara's hurry follows the small Pram family who walk among the mounds of earth and other gravestones.

"Why, Ra?"

"Ma, emm..." Dara smiled shyly. One year, the girl was already trying to be a good boy and a hard job. And because of his long-standing relationship with Maxime. Without prejudice to Dara's respect and respect for the good of the Bagyo family. Dara stared expectantly, Pram who now had to be a super strong man.

"Why, Ra?" reset Pram.

"I hope, om want to be a witness to my marriage with mas bule even though only siri marriage. Um want?" ask Dara.

Pram smiled amusedly and ruffled Dara's hair.

"Sure I want to, Ra. Not only will it, but it's my responsibility. Just take care of the date" said Pram seriously while desperately removing his face from Paramitha's dirty hands.

Dara turned around. He clasped Maxime's hand with a happy face and shy cat.

"Get married, honey. We got married." exclaimed Dara followed by a sweet smile Maxime slalu just make his lover klepek-klepek.

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...It's completed....

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