Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Between a bottle and coffee.

The whole living room was filled with Pram's voice breaking as Mentari grumbled about the healing she wanted with her.

"May we cooperate with each other, Tar. How are we going to grind both? Let it heal together." cried Pram, then shut up, thought.

"Emang Mentari needs healing from what? Why would a girl as good as Mentari need a hiling while her own house is my goal to make a hiling from her mom and Tatiana?"

Big question hangs on Pram's head. Stopping at the end of the corridor, he turned to look at Pram who was about to approach him. But before Pram is really in a close radius, Mentari is ready to turn off the light switch.

"MEN...TARIII...,"

The girl suddenly ran off to the house, Mentari pushed hard the door to hit the wall, Mentari gasped and hurriedly locked the door quickly. He peeked out from behind the curtain he pinched slightly at the edge.

Pram does not exist, may have been flushed into the room. Mentari smiled amusedly. Then move to his room, lay down his body. One minute, two minutes. The mentor smiled in silence that made him happy on his own. If he is not happy, it is a lie because only this time he pranks his guests with that ridiculous thing. Really the first time, even before the one star touched him into the dark.

"See Pram tomorrow, what are you going to do anyway? Avoid the question of when to get married?" tukas Mentari refers to Pram's age.

"Same means but marriage is not a competition that is only age-based."

Mentari grabbed her phone, wrote something for a while while hugging her bolster after putting her phone on the table. He smiled and slowly began to close his eyes. While in room number one, Pram cursed the girl's behavior while locking the door of her room, limiting her eyes from all directions that give a dark atmosphere.

"Almost my heart, where the lizard directly sounds 7 times. My signs have to be a lot of prayer!"

With Pram's bowing body reaching for his phone, frowning when the chat from the dream losmen number was in the top row after the chat from Asih and Aji that he had deliberately ignored.

Good night, Pram. Enjoy your hiling in the dark!

Pram pulled the corner of his left lip.

"Nih girl losmen emang deliberately like avoiding me after the problem earlier! But the way is not that also the time, it's haunted more haunted it feels." Pram aborting his breathing loosely when he heard a whistle from outside the inn.

Mata Pram. "Whose voice?"

He got up, walked slowly to the window, quietly peeking.

The dim lighting does not give him enough good vision until his eyes narrowed focus, understandably in addition to dark his eyes have been minus.

Geck... Geck... Geck...

Pram pulls away as his car is knocked on like a person knocking on the door. Then whistle again and disappear.

Pram turned around quickly then grabbed the bedcover while closing his body tightly, without a gap with a sudden heart of worry, fret and panic.

Pram curled his body like a truly frightened person. Although the reality outside was just a night patrolman who took the money.

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The next day, due to the usual wake up along with the sadistic dawn, Pram yawned widely and sat himself on the edge of the bed.

"It's cold, bro. Take a nice anget water bath and keep jogging." he muttered sounded hoarse.

Pram grabbed his jacket and put it on before leaving the room. The fog greeted him with a dark that still felt like last night. But the difference is this morning, kuntilanak and demit are there in exchange for rest. So that little sense of security made him confidently go to the soup kitchen.

Pram boiled water, in waiting until boiling with a head that repeatedly looked at the Mentari house.

"No girl is awake? If she becomes a child, she has been in uber-uber, she is told to wake up and keep bathing and praying. CK!" Pram grimaced along with the kettles that sounded the sign had already completely boiled.

"Mandi, coffee, keep jogging while looking for his wallet Mentari. Want to matter what not, want a lot of what a little content, as if it's more relieving me, he also."

Pram raised a kettle whose butt was black, the effect is often used to boil water with firewood into the room.

In less than fifteen minutes, the man was neat, clean and fragrant. Pram uses sarongs and t-shirts while completing two prayers solemnly.

"It's healthy, Mom."

Pram folds his prayer mat and takes off his coffee, discarding the sarong which is then seen in blue dongker shorts.

"Time to coffee." He brought the kettle back to the kitchen, boiled a little water and brought it back to the living room with a spoon and a clean cup.

Pram smiled as he opened the sachetan coffee which even reminded him of college and Tatiana.

"It seems that everything has to be changed, I have to make or ask for something special from this inn, a can!"

Pram canceled pouring the coffee into a cup, opened a sachetan and poured it into a cup, the aroma of ginger immediately seeped when met with hot water to make him smile warmly.

"Udah warm, nourishing. Mentari's choice is good."

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To be continue and happy reading.