Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
What if I were you?

As per Pram's prediction. Asih did not terrorize him at all on the first day of his escape. Not because his mother is not suspicious of the existence of Pram cars that have not existed since dawn reverberated in Jakarta, but the man with many half-crazy ideas had sent a message while resting in the stall 24 hours.

Pram to Bali, Mak. Ride the plane early in the morning to suprise Pevita's birthday. You need not worry. I'll be home after he's sure he wants to marry me. Doain ya Mak's. Restonna.

Asih fully believes considering Pram never neko-neko, errat, only once when breaking up from Tatiana first, then safely under control.

And a broken heart will be blissfully matchless. Asih's good prayers said dawn for his son's safety and also successfully brought a ghost for him.

"Mas, let's go back to the village, we'll monitor Pram through hp only because it looks like he seriously needs the same time Pevita!" said Asih kala Pram at the inn still snores at one noon.

It makes Mentari more convinced, guests who come from far away really just need to calm down. That's why he chose to go to the orphanage to help with the circumcision and will go home before afternoon comes.

"In be sure first if Pram was really to Bali, try if only to Bandung what to Sumedang buy tofu. That kid's got a wits just like you, huh. Lots!" seloroh Bagyo, folding the morning newspaper and making it a fan when his wife who is no longer beautiful because of aging seems to grimace the horse.

"Yes also mas, wow your memory is still jos. I lop yu mas Bagyo"

Asih as reminded that Pram is indeed a lot of sense seems to immediately reach for the phone in his negligent pocket. So because the child has not been great to outsmart Bagyo, cold and delicious days for molor must be disturbed by the ringing of the phone that constantly interferes with Pram's dreams.

Pram grabs his phone, without actually seeing who's calling and bothering him, Pram immediately asks, "Why?"

"You're in Bali, Pram?" ask Asih.

"Balinese? Who's going to Bali, Mak?" reply Pram astonished.

"LOH, didn't you just chat mom want to go to Bali to meet Pevita, Pram?" sontak Asih was worried.

"You lied to my mom?"

Pram buried his face in the pillow while patting irritably with his left hand. Forgetting his own lies because he was so sleepy and did not remember at all about the lightning.

"In Bali I, Mak. Just woke up this, so forget ngabarin and don't remember if it's already in Bali."

Between believing and not, Asih pouted. "Just don't want to know, send a picture of you as soon as possible to be proof!"

"Yes, Mom. Ja. I'll take Pevita's photo later to be proof. But after that mom don't bother, Pram needs a picnic and a ride." Pram sighed, forgetting that two on one. Sure lost him.

"Don't be a slut if you talk to Mak, hiling what? Ten years old still ask for a lot of style now!" cibir Asih sadistic.

"It's nothing to do with the clones, Mom!" grunts Pram. "Mining is a picnic, calm down, let's not be happy to keep mom." he explained in an annoyed tone.

Cancel the phone if you keep calling!

Asih looked at Bagyo to ask for input. Her husband who had eaten the salt acid of life and the health disorders in his life was nodding slowly.

"Udahlah, Hush. Pram already big, just yesterday, anyway later if there is anything he accepts the risk himself" said Bagyo realistic.

"Let's wait for the picture, Pram!" asih said firmly while turning off his phone.

Instantly the folds on his face became more and more obvious due to pouting. His premonition was to say something else, something he was very familiar with, Pram lied. But two hours later, when Asih cleaned up his luggage to return to the village, his assumption was wrong, not because of insensitivity, a mother's intuition remained right one hundred percent, he said, it's just that Pram's alibi is too strong. Pram has already sent her picture with Pevita.

Pram smiled triumphantly at the rest of his drowsiness that had evaporated after his break was over.

"May you be sure." Pram sent a chat before Asih was absolutely sure to return home at four in the afternoon when Mentari had also returned from the circumcision event.

The girl carries a black plastic containing the rest of the circumcision event earlier. Scrambled eggs, fried chicken, two oranges, one apple and a bonus of hard work Mentari persuaded the frightened boys. A birthday party-style parcel containing light snacks and an envelope from a donor. The parcels that were then able to relieve the cries of gloved boys who were melting the tears of the marks had finished the foreskin removal surgery.

Mentari stopped his steps in the park to check for a moment Pram's room. The door of the room was half open.

"It's waking up apparently" said Mentari.

"Start." call Pram when the girl's about to leave.

Pram stepped wide barefoot out of a low-roofed building and jumped over a neatly laid-out shrub, in a garden inn.

Mentari turned around, undoing the intention to enter her house.

"Yes, Pram. Can I help you?"

Mentari inched closer to the man who spread the refreshing and vigorous scent of citrus fruity until he consciously inhaled it deeply, filling his lungs with the scent of the strange man.

Pram grimacing. "What am I you doing?" bargain, "more relaxed and ordinary, whereas if I'm the same I it sounds formal and slang. Not very good communication." he was very clear.

Hence without being prevented Mentari nodded. Because it's true, I and I don't sound very good. Also, make it better for you and me. If we are lucky, we.

Pram. "Okay, so err again dong question earlier." he asked not to be half-hearted, want to be repeated so that afdol me and your were that very second.

Mentari kontan increasingly suspect his guests are not only strange but also forced. Bayangin alone since the first time met by phone at that time, he had been forced to demand her to be a fake girlfriend and now the same question must be repeated from me to me. How hard was it to answer that?

"Can I help you, Pram?" finally broke up Mentari.

Pram nodded without refusal. The forerunner of his innocence this afternoon is very sad in the middle of a lonely dream guesthouse park.

"Hunger, and it looks like you're out of pocket. Can give?"

The sun lifted his plastic and shook his head. Not because of stingy, only the food was only the rest of the circumcision event earlier and was not worth for him to serve the food for guest inns.

"Why Mentari? I have stomach acid if you have to wait for you to cook, do you want to take care of me later if it relapses?" Pram had a sad expression.

Of course it's just pretend, Tatiana's ex-lover will like snacks even though he's not hungry. So do not be surprised when found a sweet girl in front of him carrying plastic and of course the contents of food, his instincts directly on.

"This is food from the circumcision at the orphanage, leftovers for souvenirs, so there's no way I'll give it to you, Pram." explained Mentari, food for guest hostels is cooked on the stove, steaming and hot.

"What was it, you know?" Pram curious.

"Sayur scrambled eggs equal fried chicken kremes. Um, understand the kids in the parlour. So don't eat."

"Oh, but you got extra spicy sausage?"

Pram.

"Have."

"Well, it's okay, I'm happy, but you know I eat. It's so quiet here, I'm a little scared." I'm Pram looking at the horror around.

The bamboo grove not far from the Mentari's house he suspected as a nest kuntilanak.

Mentari. His eyes are slightly widened. But again, serving guest inns was an absolute rule to him.

"Wait ya. I'll prepare first."

Pram nods. "He'eh, don't forget the coffee, Mentari."

Mentari can only nod while walking to the kitchen, wondering why his guests are not like guests in general.

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To be continue and happy reading.