Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
After the midnight travel.

In the thirty minutes after adoring the expensive clothes for one motorcycle, Asih and Bagyo entered their room near the living room. Pram turned off one by one the main lights in his house until replaced with dim lights.

Pram walked into the kitchen. A glass of black coffee he made to increase the stamina of his eyes to stay awake during his escape later. Pram leaned against the wall without interest to just sit down to enjoy his coffee goods as leisurely as coffee in the cafe usually.

"Seeing the condition that usually happens in half an hour is definitely a molasses all!"

Pram sipped his coffee while smiling broadly picking up the white velvet box from his jeans pouch.

"From whom do I want to give the symbol of the cord between these two families?"

Pram growled, realizing no finger was willing to accept the ring with a shy smile, full of harrum and said, "Yes, i do. Mas Pram."

Return the white box again into the pants, spent black coffee until it is not left. Bitter, as bitter as romance that ran aground at the peak of the struggle to finish the word, breath, tightness and helpless.

Pram approached his parents' room, stuck his ear on the door leaf. Sounded Bagyo already snoring with the rhythm to make Pram grin wide.

"Ready to go!!!"

Pram quickly climbed up the stairs. Sweep the jacket and take some cash from the safe in the closet.

For a moment, in a dim state, Pram heeds all the things he has.

"See you all. All right at home with Mbok Sum!"

The next second Pram was already outside the house. He approached the bushes under the mango tree which kept him patting the eel.

"Campret, want to run away a week my default cake will run a month!"

Pram chirped at length while raising his suitcases into the car. In a sense still safe without any interference, he casually opened the gate, pulled out his car and still had time to cover it again and lock it.

Pram smiled, in remembrance of which city was the destination until the Jeep Wrangler darted quickly to the freeway, splitting the night with mixed feelings.

Free and free, sad and unbearable. Human inner things that continue to exist even for trivial things. But for Pram who was asked about his fake lover finally could smell the night wind. Free, free, and free.

Pram opened his car glass slightly, chanting a song lyric from R&B music that jolted loudly in his car, "DON'T NEED TO BUY A DIAMOND KEY TO UNLOCK MY HEART" in the song Hello belongs to Beyonce while pulling strong-air toll road through the vehicle with super fast speed. Pram chokes but still smiles while being madly gassed his car at high speed towards the city limits of Jakarta.

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At half-three in the morning which is fairly quiet and becomes a moment where the inhabitants of the other world roam here and there without caring about the night workers. Pram stops at the stall 24 hours by the roadside. He took some personal necessities and a bottle of cold milk coffee while paying for it.

Sleepy eyes and the sound of Pram bones when stretching the body makes the seller smile.

"The long journey?" ask the stall guard father who wears a sarong and knit mepluk to ward off the cold while pulling a chair for Pram to sit on.

"From my Jakarta, sir." Pram smiling friendly. Looking at the surroundings, only the sound of a glowing night and one - two vehicles passing through a shortcut between cities in front of him.

"Have a rest, please." The shopkeeper also smiled amiably.

Pram agreed spontaneously because he also needed time to calm down while looking for alternative paths to dream inns via google map.

"I could have gotten there by morning. I can use it to sleep well." Pram smiled with relief, "And somehow I was curious about the girl whose name is Mentari. It's sweet, but I don't know what his face will be."

Pram added the rest to straighten the body in a long wooden chair for twenty minutes before driving back at an insane speed.

"Gue wants to break down!"

"Puntene. Where's the dream lodge, sir?" pram asked the father of the hoe on the shoulder who was about to go to the rice field. Not he did not know the direction, because around the place stopped a lot of names of lodging with dream frills.

"Still straight mas, left turn junction. The inn is a bit far from the entrance gate, so have to research the way!"

"Noahun." Pram nodded politely as he resumed his journey in the direction that the father had said.

"Looks like that."

Pram's eyebrows wrinkle while observing carefully the dream inns from a distance. Actually, the destination point on the google map is the same, thought pram. He confidently entered through a rusty white gate that was wide open. His car felt swayed through the path until the muzzle Jeep Wrangler who had accompanied his complaints stopped right in front of the dream inn.

Pram sighed in relief as he got out of the car. He looked around in amazement.

"Truly escaped the shahdu. Far from the city, quiet, and cold. Complete is this peace of heart." Pram grabbed his phone under the handbrake while closing the car.

He intended to contact Mentari when the inn was uninhabited.

In the room, Mentari grabbed her phone lazily after she spent the night at the market tired.

"Pram?" The mentor blinked and immediately stood up. "Good morning, Pram. Can I help you again?" tanyakanya.

Pram chuckled little hearing the lazy tone of the girl nearby. It was so close that he could not wait to see how a lying lover would look to help his lie.

"I'm in front of the dream inn. Can you come out now?"

Mentari kontan widened his eyes, immediately panic struck.

"Starting, hello...,"

"I haven't had a bath, uh." said Mentari.

"No problem I want you to take a shower what's important come out now. I need a room and a break!"

Mentari throws his cell phone into the bed and looks for a hair tie. With the origin he tied his hair and came out of the inn.

For a moment so fast, Pram found a girl named Mentari coming out from the side of the house while running small towards him using a t-shirt and color pants.

"Pram?"

Deg.

The look of the eyes that looked at him with amazement made Mentari aware, the man he often called Pram doang turned out to be old.

"Mas Pram, sorry"

Pram smiles understandably. "Pram doang, I'd rather be called that without mas!"

"But...,"

"Sstttt, according to the adjutant. Let's go to the room."

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To be continue and happy reading.