Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Equally restless.

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With a long mind Mentari drove his bike towards home while focusing on the streets. Wishing the man met, but until he arrived at the crossroads that just turn around had reached home, Mentari never found the man.

"Take a bite or find Pram?" mentari's murmur stopped near the rusty gate. He inhaled a breath of fresh air under the canopy of the trees to ease the tightness in his chest.

"If I keep looking, but he's hungry. Pram must be protesting!" Mentari patted his head, feeling two of the worries made him dizzy himself.

"Yes, I cooked him a man. If you can definitely ask the way and it is not possible to also say he will be tengil. Tiny people are usually brave."

Mentari drove his motorbike to the side of the house, parked his motorbike there. He lowered his luggage while staring at the way in and out of his inn. There was no sign of Pram coming in for nearly ten minutes he was flinching there.

For the sake of a smooth breakfast for his guests who are completely different, Mentari finally entered the house, head to the kitchen to organize some fresh vegetables and fruits into the fridge and leave the ingredients that he has to cook this morning. Chicken soto and fried tempeh.

Mentari diligently began to prepare all the cooking preparations, a piece of chicken breast weighing half a kilo has been washed and boiled, the basic seasoning of soto is being pureed before cooking vegetables.

Mentari smiled when the smell of soto sauce was out. While waiting for a mature chicken soto girl who trained in domestic affairs in the category of cooking and cleaning the house was frying tempe.

And once everything is mature. The sun lost its smile. The loneliness made him reflect on the words of Bu Desy earlier.

"What is the truth that his wife mas Bisma kayak is like that, mom must be nagging every day but what is the bisma mas too?"

His question-marked thoughts were centered on the imagination of the house of Bhishma. Unfortunately, when Mentari continues to hypnotize himself with all his heartache in order to increasingly forget about Bhishma, it is precisely some of his memories with him sticking up to make him forget Pram who combed the streets they passed last night.

Pram continues to focus his attention towards the bottom, hoping that the object called the wallet meets because the plan is quite simple, making Mentari happy. But it's not that easy as a simple plan.

Pram ruffled his waist with a breath of breath.

"Yes Allah finds his hard wallet already similar to a mate. It's so hard, bro, my eyes are with pegel!" his weakness.

Pram intercepted the porridgeist who happened to push his wagon out of the gate of the village of Teladan.

"One bang bowl!"

The sentence was confirmed without rejection from the porridge merchant. Ten minutes passed, while sitting under the archway to enjoy a bowl of chicken porridge served warmly with chicken milk and shrimp crackers, Pram ate it slowly while laughing at the incident last night.

"The wallet was blurred when I was speeding, automatically falling not far from the location of the speeding overnight, that is," Pram guessed while rubbing his chin and devouring his porridge, "still a long way away my jogging bro." He shook his head, aware healing this morning is quite tiring as well as healthy.

"Why?" The porridge seller was curious, Pram muttered while eating. It looked unsettling as well because the person's haul was also bewildered.

Pram raised his face. "That's okay, sir." she replied and grimaced. His face must have seemed so subtle that others could read it.

"Punten, how much?" Pram put a bowl of chicken jago that has been used up in the cart.

A piece of money with the right amount passes into the hands of the porridge seller.

"Thank you, sir. The porridge is good but the chicken is less." exclaimed Pram as he walked quickly away from the loud protest of the porridge seller.

"If you want a lot of chicken do not buy porridge, but buy fried chicken mas!" the porridge seller was upset.

Pram was uproarious, related to eating is not complete without drinking. He dismissed the herbalist who pedaled the bike from the opposite direction.

"Mbok wants strong herbs." exclaimed Pram. His cheerful spirit to make Mbok herbal medicine grimace amused.

"New bride mas?" Mbok herbal medicine poured ginger water, honey and eggs mixed in one glass.

"New bride?" sontak Pram lowered his head, his sister was still sealed, never dipped in warmth. Strong herbs are only for stamina, not for uwwu-uwwuan as well ayang, people do not have.

The priest received a glass of the herb, with his left hand flanking his nose, a single sip of the herb. Then a glass of sweet herbal medicine was given to relieve his throat.

Pram smiled inwardly, "just in case let it stay strong even if the marriage is still later." He paid and left with a step slower, fuller. But that way he is more focused on finding a wallet that he says Mentari is just a wallet from 'Kelangean Gold Shop', a wallet that looks more like a real pouch.

Pram walked while stretching his body, intermittently stretching to the extent that his stomach was sitting. Pram stopped at a small shop.

"May not rest first, may Mentari not worry I jog long!"

Pram bought a pack of cigarettes for a better rest than suspected the owner of his stall who looked at him in wonder.

"My stomach hurts buk out of breakfast with njajamu, sit for a while can buk?" his permission was courteously while enduring the pain.

"Monggo mas, do you need to use oil?" The old mother held out her oil from the storefront.

Pram bobbing head. Mentari can be suspicious later if coming home he smells of oil instead of sweat.

"It's just that I need a buk break, keep looking for my dad's wallet that fell last night" I said to make it look cool and considerate.

Finally the mother let Pram rest first while she again sewed her clothes on the back of the storefront.

Pram enjoys a cigarette without knowing in front of the inn, Mentari is restless not playing waiting for his presence.

"Is Pram really that rude? Oh, my God, he's-there's a whack!"

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