Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Cap-chip-cup, room service.

Mentari gives attention that Pram cannot read the meaning. The girl shuffled back but smiled kindly as she nodded her head typical of hotel receptionists who welcomed the arrival of hotel guests. The difference is that the ideal receptionist in front of him is now normal, does not wear lipstick, the ends of the hair sticking out in any direction, has not taken a shower anyway.

But the clear eyes that were noisy when staring and calling him "Mas Pram" were interesting to him. There's fear shown behind Mentari's friendly smile.

"Have I transferred to my room booking? Did you forget to make room for me? How are you so worried?" pram asked suspiciously. "Don't you forget, Mentari?"

"No - no, I didn't forget. All rooms are ready to use and clean." explained Mentari with a voice that was forced to calm down.

"Well, let's go to the room. My back is very tired, Mentari." complained Pram while stretching his body without the slightest shame in front of a girl.

"Well, let's go to the room." replied Mentari finally. But he quietly took a deep breath as Pram lowered his suitcases from inside the car.

"A lot of luggage, want to nginep how many days Pram mas?" inner Mentari, gave a formal smile as Pram grimaced foolishly to her.

"You wanna play guess?" ask Pram.

"What?"

For the first time Pram smiled as he looked at the curious face of Mentari who was waiting for his answer.

"One of these suitcases is contained, the other two are empty. So you pick one keep helping me lift it to the room. Wanna?" pram explained.

Mentari who heard it more and more convinced, Pram is strange. Why try empty suitcases with everything, where guessing. Did Pram forget the age, or stuck in the body of an adult male until at the age of which is considered already worthy of having children still play guessing.

"Where's Mentari? My hands are just these two, so you choose which one you want to bring. I also get the services of a pretty girl, right? Where's she?"

Pram circulated his views, all he got was Mentari. There was no Dara because the girl had just returned to the orphanage to help cook the circumcision event.

"You're the girl?" accuse Pram.

Mentari nodded faintly while smiling embarrassedly.

"Yes, he chose. What's the need, which stamp-chip-cup should I kiss!" exclaim Pram while pointing the suitcases alternately.

"It's not the song!" sergeant Mentari gemas. What do you want to catch, the suitcase? Strange thing, he said.

"How serious? I forgot." I Pram while holding the ringing on his lips because only the lyrics that he often sang when facing four nephews when gathering family.

"Cap-chip-cup flower buds, which one should be in the cup!" lantun Mentari while pulling a suitcase that suddenly made her widen her eyes.

Pram grimacing. "Thank you, let's go to the room."

The mentor pulled the suitcase that was mercifully heavy into the living room.

"Sorry Pram, can I borrow an identity card to fill out the guest book for a while" said Mentari, stand behind a one meter high mahogany table in the corner of the room while taking a hard book and room key.

Pram pulls the wallet out of his jeans pocket while holding out his resident's signature card.

"Don't salfok the same date of my birth, ntar is no longer called my mas, but Oom!" seloroh Pram's.

Mentari smiled, instead of heeding Pram's warning. He took notes and remembered them in his head.

Thirty-five years old, the pantes are grown, thought Mentari. He held out Pram's identity card.

"Let's go to the room." take Mentari, again grab Pram's suitcase.

Like a buffalo plugged in his nose, Pram nodded. "Come, I can't wait to know that."

Both turned their bodies and headed for the room. Pram was really sleepy, but since then who would have thought he really paid attention to everything in the dream inn carefully.

From the brochure I've written in my wallet, I'm actually here now. Miraculous.

Stop to room number one, the room Pram wants with the rent that has been paid in full.

The mouse crammed the key into the hole while swinging the door leaf and turning on the lamp.

"Please come in, Pram." Mentari put a suitcase as heavy as himself against the wall, as did Pram. The man then looked at his inn room with a judging look.

Wide mattresses wrapped in white sheets and covered in batik bedcovers. Two pillows and two bolsters on top.

In front of him, one television and antenna are on a long table that is also to put a towel and various needs to bathe in small portions on a wooden cutting board as wide as two sticks.

"Boom service every morning, lunch and dinner, Pram. But if there is something important to look for me in the back house." explained Mentari, he shifted the curtains that can show the Mentari private house from Pram's room.

"I'm there, unless I'm out of the house" explained Mentari.

"Look, I'm his son. But for the time being, I want to sleep. Lunch is pending temporarily. Maybe it was lunch? Look, I don't need to be served like a real guest here. I just need to calm down."

Pram threw his body on the couch. Feeling chaotic alone with a room that he thinks he can afford to hiling turned out to be a paired room. While he is, Singles! The rust! Ngenes!

"Good." Mentari nodded, at a glance he looked at Pram. The man took off his shoes and immediately dropped himself backwards.

"Good break, Pram."

Mentari closed the door of her room with the gentleness of a woman and rushed to her house after locking the door. Mentari believes Pram really sleep because it looks so tired.

But unfortunately not, the man still opened his eyes. Either feel healing that he did will gradually improve or just that fate has already demanded a change in the status of ID card?

Pram jumped from the bed as he approached the window, he noticed Mentari coming into his house, before long the girl came out with a towel.

Pram smiled, a little part of his heart that was manly was functioning normally.

"Sugary is also the receptionist of the dream innmen. Not taking a shower. Take a shower and dance, ahhhh..." Pram jumped on the mattress, clutching the bolster and locking it in a crib.

"Design a dream first, before disturbing the receptionist of the dream inn with a request for room service!"

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To be continue and happy reading.