Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Uproove.

Dusk hung in the afternoon sky upon their arrival in front of the inn.

Dara who had been home since three o'clock had immediately rushed out to welcome their arrival.

Pram got out of the car while sticking his index finger on the lip when Dara almost tapped on the glass of his car

"Diem!" he said to slowly warn Dara not to be noisy.

Dara instantly ruffled her waist with a cynical face. Upset, when at the Aminah bude house earlier Purwati told if the Dance and Pram to Dieng.

"Om to Dieng doesn't talk to me. Peel." he fancied it with a slow voice. Bete's face.

Pram gave his innocent ringing. If even Dara, she kept asking who was guarding the guest book? It could be bude Aminah who was tight-fisted, Mentari just ran away had made his entire house stirred. Just subsided after Mentari contacted them earlier.

"Tomorrow a picnic to Jakarta with me if you want. Free!" the deal is full of tactics.

Dara remained waist-rigged while thinking hard. Wrinkles on his face until it looks like a difficult person.

"I work Om, can't play! But if it's free business I think about it again."

Dara grimaced. Her inner child can't lie, her long stay in the neighborhood and orphanage makes her want to go everywhere, see the world. Moreover, free, the girl will certainly not refuse even though her zeal just pretentious tug lah, be curious about Pram's good idea.

"But there's a condition, Ra. If you succeed everything is in order, Om Pram is responsible for the cost of your streets."

Dara pulls Pram away from her car, letting Mentari sleep.

"What's the condition?" ask Dara curiously.

"You're obliged to take the Mentari!" said Pram seriously while rolling up his shirt.

"Why does it have to be the same dance? Um like her?" Dara squinted her eyes.

Pram sighed while deliberately making a fairly long pause. Letting the mature brown-skinned girl get more curious. When else can be as nosy as a little girl.

"Will not answer?"

"I can't say I don't like Mentari, so because Om only nginep here a week, replace you guys who nginep in my house later, Ra."

"Ah don't want ah, don't-don't Om the bad guy. Like nyulik people continue to be made simple or sold kayak on TV-TV it. If the mother of the parlor says, human traffic." said Dara while retreating. Make a safe distance and pull the veins.

Sontak Pram was flabbergasted by Dara's statement.

"What do I look like is a criminal? Nih kayaknya mostly watch criminal news become parno himself," Inner Pram, "just natural also if I think. I'm just here to stop by and it's too hasty."

Pram sighed. "So really don't want to?" ask her with a tone made sad.

"I'm suspicious, I don't want to! Partially if Om emang does not like the same Dance why should invite him to Jakarta. Ordinary times." exclaimed Dara, turning his body while tapping on the car glass, waking up Mentari.

Pram patted his eel. "My ego, wrong strategy!"

Gegas, he followed Dara to his car after playing his hatches that ended up even mistaken.

"Let me wake him up, Ra."

Dara pouted, then stuck her face on the car glass to monitor Pram's actions.

The sun gnawed, he steadied the faint face that blew his face with the scented candy.

"I woke you up without touching you that way." answered Pram, he smiled, knowing Dara must be judging his attitude towards Mentari.

While for Mentari, the blow ruined his dream and made him realize, that person was near his face.

"Why don't you poke my shoulder Pram, let me hang from the inflatable-blown play! Disturb tau—so disturb my mind." Mentari sighed while rubbing her face. Stuck himself with that scent and definitely the taste of the familiar candy that he also likes.

Pram wet his lips, feeling interested.

"I'll try sometime if we meet again and you sleep in my car, Tar. But promise not to cry if sick. Watch out if it's crying and not hanging." he threatened in a joking tone.

The mentari nodded carelessly. He turned his head, finding Dara sticking her face until her breath dewed.

"I came out first, Pram. There's my sister, sister, so-so." Mentari took off the seat belt, bent over to pick up her high heels.

Pram raised his eyebrows, holding his jaw to stay cool and not to get crushed. Mentari and Dara are obviously very different, but he has no right to compare them.

"Later tonight I want some fried rice, Tar. Pedes, please make it, I haven't eaten rice before."

"Good, Pram."

Mentari pushed the car door until it made Dara rewind her steps.

"Not polite to you, Ra!" chirp Mentari while walking to the side of the house.

"I'm just looking at you as Om, Tar." bela Dara, at first glance she looked back, Pram was still in his car, looking at the photos that had been sent by the photographer.

"When he offered me a picnic to Jakarta for free, but I had to persuade you to come along, Tar. It's weird om-om, it's not right with the guy!" eve.

Mentari shakes his head. Not surprised, Pram has offered him too, only he has not made a decision. It's just that now he was surprised, why the man was keen to take him to Jakarta.

"But don't think so, it's not polite to know, he's a guest here."

"Here," Dara shook her hand, "you should be more careful, Tar. You are.." Dara did not continue his words, did not have the heart.

"I know, but Pram's not drunk, Ra. He's conscious, his brain's still clear."

Dara is upset with the statement of Mentari, it is not because of drunkenness what not, it is just to be careful because want his brain is still clear father not if the lust and the devil who speaks will be another story.

Dara inhaled a deep breath and then exhaled it violently.

"What matters is that I've been nervous, continue if there's nothing not just to bump in the room and all this hostess business I'm responsible. Don't want me."

"Yes." replied the gentle Mentari, "thank you still want to work here."

Dara came into Mentari's room. Sitting on the edge of the chair while looking at the owner of the room take off his bun.

Dara is whiny, silly himself imagine Mentari to Dieng wearing kebaya, so no wonder the photographer had thought the two people wanted to prewedding without preparation aka ngirit really ngirit because Pram only wear shirts and sneakers.

"But, Tar. If we go to Jakarta both like safe, you say deh same mother and father."

Mentari immediately shook his head quickly, his parents had clearly sided with Pram and would have agreed-agree he went to Jakarta with the man. And whether the wisdom of what the man has, only surely parents are more familiar with their inner intuition because it is proven, they used to have doubts about Bhishma, he said, and whatever Mentari did to persuade her parents to approve of her relationship with Bhishma ended tragically.

"I don't want to!"