Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
You're hiling, I'm dizzy.

Pram sipped the rest of the can almost cold while restoring his hair. Forgetting to bring a comb so that his hair is left semi-cluttered to look cool.

Whistling Pram closed the door of his room. The man sat in the room. For a moment his gaze was fixed on the house of Mentari with hands busy wearing socks and shoes. The house was still tightly closed even though the headlights were turned off. But there is no activity that indicates morning writhing in dream inns.

"Consider really still sleeping what is crumping?" Pram finished wearing his sports shoes and his hard work to get rid of the existence of Mentari in his eyes continued to wrestle.

Pram stand, move to the park to do a warm-up movement that looks regular and trained. His athletic and tall body is only wrapped in a loose cutout shirt while showing off his dense armpit hair.

Pram ran quickly in place before jumping up high.

With breath beginning to hunt, Pram approached the whitewashed house and had a wood-carved billboard displayed on its wall.

"MEN...TARI..," call Pram.

Mentari hid in the bathroom, he knew Pram since dawn had been busy heroes to the kitchen, room, and living room. Just because he has not entered working hours he postponed to leave the house. After dawn-body wants to do something, want to share the warmth was not able to, let alone share love.

Pram knocks on the door while continuing to call Mentari. Plastered his face into one of the windows wet with dew, Pram tried to look inside. Empty, there's no activity there except for the lizard on the wall.

"MEN...TARI..., if you are horrified, I go out, jogging! Go home and make me soto ayam same tempe fried!"

The sun covered his mouth when he almost shouted yes. "Good not los." he muttered as he looked out of the bathroom.

Pram turned around, he shifted the lock of the old-fashioned door made only of square-shaped pieces of wood along one irritated. Pram's gasps popped out as the sky began to turn blue and the mist began to disappear.

"Squeak the car first, I'm sure last night it wasn't a demit!" Pram circled his car with eyes that continued to research every surface of the car.

Pram frowned while scaping.

"Safe, not beret-barret. So if that's it..."

Pram snickered and ran at a fervent speed while shouting, "Demit Be...Ne...Ran..."

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Smoke behind the living room window. He saw Pram in a mess across the lush trees in the courtyard of the inn. Pram fluttered on the asphalt, ruffled his waist while adjusting his breath.

"Pram - Pram, you're a cool coward. Besides, can Demit make your car beret?"

Mentari clucked, he twisted his heels but urung moved towards the house.

"He wants to run? Where's where?" A sharp sigh rang out at the end of his sentence, "Prammm, you are the one who grinds me dizzy! What if you were to go astray?"

Morning is still very shady but can not make Mentari calm and calm. He hurried to his room, grabbed his phone and called Pram.

"He didn't have HP, my God. Prams! You really can't make my head stop worrying you're so crazy!" Mentari growled, returned to the room, combed her hair quickly and picked up her personal wallet.

The mentari sighed. "After going to the market, the guests began to use the room service well."

Mentari grabbed the motor key on the clothes hanger. While the real Pram is nothing to worry about because other than an adult male he has a black belt of karate. And his ability was once used to beat Abrizam to battered.

Mentari runs his bike at medium speed, he who does not understand Pram going where finally chose to turn towards the market first while hoping to find the man.

Mentari drags its steps towards a market that is crowded with buying and selling activities. Vegetables, fruits, look fresh. Mentari is tempted to buy a kilo of apples just for Pram. So are half-raw fruits to be used as rujak. Just imagine, the saliva of Mentari seeped out filled the tongue.

"Later in the afternoon, um, really good for sure."

Mentari likes himself while moving to the spice area where the aroma feels out when he buys kitchen spices and one piece of tempe along two jengkal. And the last part of the morning rush in the market is to the area of fresh meat and fish. One kilo of chicken he bought before returning to the parking lot.

For a moment that felt heavy, Mentari passed by the mother of Bhishma. The girl smiled kindly as the mother of Bhishma approached her.

"Tumben to market, Tar. Where's my ex-besan?"

"New in place bude Aminah, Buk. Bude's son's new fiance, so bother there." Mentari urung occupied his motorcycle seat, he kissed the back of his mother named Desy.

Mr. Kades' wife was seen exhaling a tired breath. "If Bhishma were married to you yesterday, Tar. I don't need to be embarrassed like this." she lamented grudgingly.

"The wife of Bisma is males, nyapu is not clean, cook is not good, anyway Bhishma is a moron, already have you who are diligent like this even choose the spoiled. Anyway mother is really dizzy now, Tar." he added while clucking with a sad face.

"That's my choice, Buk. Mentari go home first yes, want to cook." as it was clear and lazy.

Ms. Desy held off Mentari's hand. "Tomorrow there's an event at home, a village event so you have to come, Tar."

Mentari shook his head awkwardly. Maybe the relationship he and Bhishma has run aground, only with Desy's mother who slalu praised as a dream ghost continued. He does not hate the Bhishma family, only his dealings with Bhishma and his wife will surely explode.

"Dance can't be mother, Dance new there are guests from out of town."

"Yeah." Ms. Desy pouted, "have gone home, be careful. Mom wants to shop in because his wife Bisma wants a four-monthly event to be celebrated. Ngerepotin aja wes." he said while patting Mentari's shoulder.

The girl who had been sitting in the motorcycle seat was wearing a helmet while thinking.

"So I was invited to his house to join his four-monthly celebration? Oh, not mom, not son, equally crazy!" rutuk Mentari, he pulled his bike out of the market parking lot.

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To be continue and happy reading.