Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
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On the way to Dieng who still have to travel half the way again, Mentari prefers silence. He lost face in front of Pram.

The fried chopsticks have been revealed in fact, but he still stored in the basket and has not been washed seven times and will surely run out it will be declared as an object that has been contaminated by Pram's cangcut.

While Pram occasionally rubbed his arm with a shy smile, he suddenly blushed.

Violations of decency committed by Mentari can still be forgiven, but make his calm disappear. Moreover, the shooting star is also expected to come at times that have been determined by the universe.

"Dance." call Pram.

The mentari looked, "What?" he answered while trying to seem patient and ordinary.

"Where are we going?" tanyanya is confused because upon arrival at the welcome monument in Dieng, many interesting tourist attractions to visit.

"Everything's good, Pram. But the most iconic of Dieng is indeed the Arjuna temple, Sikidang crater, the, or if you have a lot of time you can rent a guide from Dieng Plateau to surround this place because one place to another has a continuous story." explained Mentari, it is not enough just to enjoy half a day of the beauty of a place that received the grace of the Gods and become a silent witness to the cultural history of Hindu civilization in the land of Java in the ancient Mataram era.

Seeing the conditions of Mentari and the cold in the Dieng plateau certainly makes it uncomfortable to linger exploring all places. Pram smile.

"We went to the Arjuna temple complex, Tar. Only an hour from your house, we can come back. You see my adventurous spirit thrashed to see many mountains here."

The Mentari sillyly lowered his head then covered his chest with his hands as a reflex to hear the word mountain.

"That's a big you!" chirp Pram, then shake his head. Holding smile. "Have I seen that!"

"Udah I told you not to be honest why the hell, lie is better." sergeant Mentari.

Pram chuckled back. "Honestly my choice, you can be honest with what you want to talk about me anyway. I'm open, relaxed, and grown men easily understand the problems of young people your age, Tar" he concluded with a sigh.

"I can't!"

"Why?"

"Hm."

"By the way, it's as easy as your receptionist's smile." Pram parked the car. Pull the hand brake and then remove the seat belt. He sipped a bottle of instant coffee then put on his flagship smile while staring at Mentari.

"Seriously, I won't be offended" said Pram softly.

"I can't possibly talk about my own guests frontally, Pram. There's a rule to the game."

The sun soaks the lips, feeling less confident. Honestly, there are a lot of things he wants to show.

"You're like my mother, Tar. It's like gossiping in the back," cried Pram, "but it's up to you, because humans won't be able to understand each other if they don't feel the same pain."

The heart rate in Mentari increases.

It might be so sweet if he opened up. It might also be better to start an effort to get Bhishma out of his mind.

"Not everyone has the same suffering, Pram. You won't understand." said Mentari, feeling her chest tightening.

Pram nodded, "I also have suffering, I will tell you while walking because this place seems suitable for confusion." while smiling.

Mentari unbuckles her seat belt, inhaling deeply before exiting.

Pram circling the car, approaching Mentari. "Have my hand." He extended his hand.

"For what?" replied Mentari reluctantly.

"I will lead you, geulis. If you do not lose your rights and I will calm down." Pram commented while pointing down.

"For this I've been trained, Pram. You think me in the village I can't wear high heels." replied the cynical Mentari.

Pram rolled his eyeballs funny, but his intention just wanted to make the girl not embarrassed just in case of tripping over a stone or strangled again.

Mentari stared at Pram's back in annoyance, "between attention and thin different modes. I just looked at my chest. The same guy!" messiness.

Pram stopped and turned around. "Come, Tar."

"Patience." Mentari pulled the rag, in order to cover her embarrassment in the face of people who looked at her in amazement and wonder, she spread a sweet smile. Even nodding his head, saying hello. Those people also want to not return the smile of Mentari awkwardly.

"Emang is good at acting with girls." Praji Pram.

Chewing ego, Mentari looked at Pram while giving his flagship smile. Pram came to stare at the girl some jokes with his sharp eyes.

"Do you want to marry me?" said suddenly.

Mentari. Extremely surprised by the similar sentence.

Netra they meet. The two pairs of eyes were laden with nothingness and the wound was staring deeply at each other. So sticky. Nailing for quite a while ago a photographer who looked at the drama snapped at them.

The blitz created a shocking light. Mentari and Pram gasped then both looked at the photographer who grimaced widely.

"Print cheap photos brother" he said promotion. "Or rent a prewedding service can also."

Pram smiled amusedly, Mentari threw away his face. Weak, he preceded Pram to the Dieng temple complex which remains enchanting despite the many times he has come here with Bhishma.

Pram raised his finger, okay. He turns around, aligning his steps with Mentari while the windfall photographer follows them imperceptibly.

The first pram visited Dieng, looking at everything in amazement. Until no conversation happens. Both Pram and Mentari were immersed in their own thoughts and stuck in their own comfort despite the pose they both had so much benefit for the photographer to snap the moment.

Mentari glanced at the man next to her with the tail of an eye. Pram looks handsome while concentrating and being quiet. No noise and bother him.

"Pram." call Mentari slowly.

"What?" Pram looked over and smiled.

"Don't you want to tell me about your suffering?"

"Oh my goodness, Dance! I just wanted to admire the land above this cloud, but you instead invited me to fall to earth together. Hadoh-hadoh. How strong are you." Cerocos Pram shook his head. "Later home, cancel me if you talk about it now!" he sighed.

"You said it yourself, I'm just calling." said Mentari.

"Yes geulis, be patient. You want to know, want to give the solution?" god Pram, narrow his eyes.

Mentari. Then turned his face, "Why do I give you a solution if my business still does not know when to stop, Pram." murmured Mentari.

"Later we can share solutions, because I have been reading Mario's book steadfastly with Mario Puzo, Tar. Many cool solutions we can try to move on from our suffering."

"I know Mario's firm, Pram. But don't know Mario Puzo." I walked innocently while taking off his high heels. Aching at once in the heel scuffed.

Pram grimaced widely, "Mario Pazo is the author of the crime novel–mafia, Mentari. Girl like you might not like. It's only for the same guy revenge traitor is obligatory, Tar. There is no mercy before blood and apologies come from the mouth of a traitor" Pram said seriously.

Mentari then looked at Pram's horror. Which in the face and then wrong behavior, understand that the gemes become afraid.

"As for you I'm tame with pigeons, Tar. Try to touch, I want to fly" said Pram, stretching his arms open.

Mentari rolled his eyes lazy. But he just idly touched Pram's chest. Pram was festering, he gave a smile as he looked away with a red hue on his face.

"She flew, lied you Pram!"

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To be continue and happy reading.