Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
For wallets.

Mentari sat across the street he went through with Pram. Gelanyar fretted through his mind as Pram was gone for so long.

"Don't Pram get rough?"

Want to pose no problem with the existence of Pram now considering he is not a snot boy who asked for snacks, he said, but in the heart something bubbled up want to immediately look for it along the road they passed earlier so as to reassure the heart to see it again. Although his frozen heart does not want to be considered a crush as expected mini market keeper earlier.

"Oh my God, Pram. What if I get called by the police because you're missing, persecuted and dead!" Mentari trampled small pebbles to make a crackling sound.

"Pram, come. The wallet contains only notes on purchases of inns and small money, no problem if lost. Why are you becoming your own bling! The chorus is coming." Mentari grabbed plastic chair. Go up to it so that higher monitor the vehicle coming from the uphill road and then the ramps in front there. While on the dim streets, Pram rides his bike slowly with eyes that keep staring down until his own neck aches.

"Why I didn't ask him what the color of his wallet was! O God, the intention of being a useful human being is even confused by itself." Pram turn, turn around, bergebernya powerful motor so quickly get to the mini market again.

"Supposedly when you go home can. Bego very much you Pram but hopefully not in the pick up people!" rutuk men who re-attached eyes focus found Mentari nangkring on a chair from a distance.

"Whether, Tar?" yell Pram wonder.

Pram lowered the motorbike's backrest, Mentari jumped from the chair and the two humans who were grieving each other were face to face in a state of anxiety and shame themselves.

"Meet?" ask Mentari.

"Not yet, I don't know what color your wallet is, not even my shape."

Mentari threw away his face while smiling profusely. "Yes, let it be Pram. It's not much" he said casually.

"It does not matter much what is not the Mentari, do not underestimate the number. It's about sensitivity!" I'm Pram, covering up his own embarrassment while getting into the tent pecel catfish. And Mentari considers Pram's idea something that comes from the heart, not just remind him to be grateful and tasteful.

"Yes, we'll find out again if the fog doesn't come down, Pram. If it comes down better we go home." said Mentari, "you also rush to go, at least it was asked the characteristics first."

Pram grabbed a glass of unsweetened orange in front of him then gulped it down quickly.

"Did I say it's a matter of sensitivity," said Pram, "continue to mean what was that nangkring on the chair? Monitor me, eh me?" inquire, the chair pulled near Mentari.

Mentari lowered his head, pretending to stir his warm tea and once the father of the seller pecel lele joined the smile on both lips of the buyer into a ringing.

"Somewhere, sir?" ask Pram.

"Yes, he said he was afraid to call the police if his guests died because his wallet was missing. Fifteen minutes Mentari sangkring on the chair while mumbling on."

Pram burst out, gasped and instantly covered his mouth with both hands as Mentari's face was red. Shame is not curled.

"Thank you, Tar. I'm just not going to go missing or die silly because I'm afraid. I'm missing because I got wewe!" slorohnya but immediately silent once his laughter was cut by the seller pecel catfish.

"Lho mas area near the intersection of the road that there is a condominium that houses wewe. Love kidnapping this handsome guy like this mas."

"Sir..the sud?"

Pram immediately put on a tense face, remember the patrol post behind him there was indeed a large stretcher tree that was so mediocre last time seliweran there.

"That's just kidding, Pram. Already eaten, catfish run cold." Mentari hides her gelatinous smile behind friendly words but does not calm Pram at all.

"There is no other way but this road, Mentari? I'm afraid of being targeted by the fragrance, I'm handsome about it." said Pram flat but invited laughter Mentari.

"Beauty according to people is not necessarily handsome according to wewe, Pram. It could be even this father who was kidnapped because he was more mature and like-minded."

Replace Pram who was uproarious to see the expression of the seller pecel catfish was furrowed unhappy.

Mentari and Pram grimaced. And instead of being eaten, Pram even stroked the catfish's head.

"Look at my cat getting homesick."

Cancel mentari put a handful of sambel rice into the mouth. He gave his smile to Pram who was suddenly sad.

"Go home if you miss Pram's house."

"Just go home." Sergeant Pram, "you don't know what happened to the catfish and my house, don't know."

"That's because I didn't know I was just giving you advice to go home, Pram. Not good at home."

Pram put one cat under the table as the cat meowed under the table and swiped his body at his feet.

"Not currently Mentari, but I will not just a story but also ask for help if it is ready ntar."

"For?" Mentari squinted, his premonition increasingly gave a warning that something that was not good had ever happened to Pram. His face also stiffened. Also, if Pram asks for help as strange as ever.

"Sharing, Mentari." Pram smiled, "already eating, instead of nangkring on the chair is also tiring?"

Mentari. "Absolutely not!" his objection was just to give a confession but soon fifteen minutes later pecel catfish with an additional omelet into the stomach of Mentari and Pram. As well as the rice, add one serving.

Pram and Mentari so enjoyed a moment of dinner that with silence.

"Great boy, sir!" praise Pram while standing up.

"Tomorrow here again, but watch out for wewe again!" threaten me while giving me change.

Pram terbahak, "Luckily I'm only here for a week, sir. Setaun? Could be another story."

Mentari smelled a smile, again his work professionalism attitude returned to play.

"Pram look for his wallet in the morning, the fog is getting thicker."

"Rare you papa? I really don't feel good Mentari if you really say you're the one who lost it's not me."

"I'm not good Pram. It's tomorrow, we go home now." The sun bites his lips, holding back the cold that starts to stick in the skin.

Do not waste time both went up on the motorbike, make up for the cold night air and the crossroad patrol post with many prayers.

Upon arrival on the street beside the inn, Pram smiled fully. "Thank you for the trip just now, Mentari. It's so exciting."

The mentor received his motor key and nodded. "Want coffee or Pram hot tea?"

"Anything."

Mentari assented and of course room service at night was more thrilling. Certainly because Pram again asked for time to be together.

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To be continue and happy reading.