Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Damn crucifixion.

Next day. The sound of birds chirping on the branches of trees that sounded so melodious suddenly froze when the sound of noisy RX-King Joko motor shimmered from the direction of the gate.

Pram smiled brightly, Joko and Purwati gave him a little chance to join their family on terms that were easy for him to participate.

Pram is sure that the upbringing of his mother and his pious father will be held firm until the kabul ijab is accomplished. After that it was clearly different again. So the virgin to be pakdhe it feels like frowns can not bear to launch circulation in the core of his body that desperately he guarded wholeheartedly. Although it was once the target of stray balls that are ready to make it hot cold.

"Home home, sir, ma'am?" tanya Pram who has been hanging out in front of the inn even though the clock still shows at half-six. Already wear training pants and t-shirts ready for jogging.

"Lha yes to dik Pram, the time yes nginep continue in place Mbakyu. Later you will continue to play Dance, "joked Joko while lowering the iron basket from the motor. "Dik Pram wants a sport?" ask Joko later.

"Jogging sir, mostly eat. Afraid megar!" I then grimaced.

"Take the same Dara Dance you know Pram, let the rame-rame and not stray. Lagian Dance if there are no working guests get up for lunch, eat, sit around." Joko shakes her head, "father is afraid, no one wants to. Ribet to later in his business, the only child. Huh!"

Joko let out a breath. His anxiety as a parent of eleven twelve with Asih, because it is natural at the age that most of the reunion friends have brought children. One, two, or still in the womb. Especially in the foothills of the mountain, it is no secret that many have early marriages. Until a little late marriage, which is added to failed marriage, will cause rumors of bad news from the netizens are very true even though Joko is wiser to face the situation than Asih.

Pram who just stretched and nodded in agreement with the idea of Mr. Joko. Wake the Mentari and jog with him. But there is no need for Dara, must be violent and make a gedeg.

"Loat most tired sir ran out to Dieng yesterday. So just wake up in the afternoon" he said, let it look understanding.

Joko shook her head, behind her understanding in Pram which she had examined herself according to her past dictionary, Joko knew, although not so great, there was interest from the eyes of Dik Pram for her son.

So secretly he also has his own plans to bring his son closer to this guest. Of course without Pram knowing and Mentari knowing. The kalem is important. God willing, because wong jowo said alon-alon lapanon origin and witing tresno jalaran soko kulino. I hope that.

Joko smiled. "But usually if there is a Dance guest who has woken up in Pram, you call first."

Purwati who was with Mentari and Dara turned her head as Joko walked into the kitchen carrying her iron basket.

"Tari, you've been giving room service to Dik Pram?" ask Joko in a serious manner, "dik Pram had met the father outside and said you have not given morning room service! Doesn't that include protest?"

Mentari was stunned, since when he gave room service this morning. Even last night he was sleep deprived, thought Pram, his story, his ploy and his own ambition to deny all Pram's sometimes right speech. Where in the long thought of single and rarely seduced, it was verbal abuse that made him gedeg himself even though it was true. One hundred percent right, sucks that Pram.

"Yahhhh!" pekik Mentari while rubbing his hot ears coupled with Dara's laughter that increasingly make him from high, "father why my ears messy, I'm not wrong also" he said annoyed.

"When anyone protests it means the inn does not provide good service, you remember to ever talk to the father and mother?" answer Joko. Take off his jacket while attaching it to a nail attached next to the fridge.

"Yes remember, but there's no need to be in the jewel as well sir! Pram is impatient. Usually at seven o'clock room service, it's also the morning hours as well as cleaning the room!" tukas Mentari defended himself.

Joko remains stubborn on her plan, making her daughter jog with Pram.

"That means you have to adjust guests wake up at what time, Dance."

Mentari was flabbergasted, his face was completely flabbergasted, "Yes can't do that sir, there's a schedule. Cook yes Pram wake up early in the morning I also wake up at that hour. What do you want, mengepel dark-eight tile?" the answer is ketus, Pram again Pram. Really already, this one creature he must immediately overcome.

"Have met at Pram and brought you some warm tea!"

"Don't want to, I'm sure what Dara, you are also paying a salary splash." refused Mentari while crossing her arms.

"Crosses, I don't want to! My head is still dizzy because of the wall. You had a picnic yesterday, Tar. Cook now work should I same mother. Are we not the same? I'm tired at the wedding now still have to take care of Om Pram which is clearly your business–uwww." reply Dara while putting on a face more fierce than Mentari.

Absolutely defeated, Mentari looked at his mother who was lethargic and completely tired.

Dara and Joko chimed in with a firm nod. Then the more cornered the Dance that still uses the baby doll.

"Yes – already, enough. I made the tea first. But promise you'll shut up."

Joko who had stolen the start of brewing tea immediately put two cups of warm tea in front of Mentari.

"The only one for you, Nduk" said Joko kalem.

The sun snorted as it stomped its feet firmly on the floor. Upset, his father was already affected by Pram's good influence, so whatever the man said all felt right.

"Mr byebelin!" exclaiming Mentari while lifting two cups of tea, flipped his body with annoyance, accompanied by the amused smile of the father, Mentari out of the kitchen.

Pram turned his head when the slipper voice in Mentari was so clear his voice. Bag-bug-bag-bug, as if in the use of a newly angry giant.

"Geulis, are you awake?"

"Pretend it, it's hot tea for Pram!"

Pram who has since continued warming up smiled widely while wiping his own sweat.

"Thank you, in Dance." Take the tea from the top of the cup and sip it directly. "Abget, like the morning sun that daunted a smile to the earth" he said as he put his teacup back into the cup.

The sun turned its face. "Surely, this one can really talk about it." she said in her heart.

"Say you want to go jogging, aren't you ready yet?" Pram.

"Who would jog with you, there jog alone!" kick Mentari while moving his chin.

"Gak ah, someone will be worried again continue to follow me again." replied Pram, smiling while winking one eye.

Blush, Mentari's getting hit again. But for the sake of denying Pram's words. The sun shook his head strongly.

"I'm not worried, so if you want to jog – jog there. Surely it is not stray and the tip ngerepotin many people!" mentari sarcasm.

Pram was surprised, but reinforcements came at the right time. Joko came out, brought Mentari sports shoes that really like to participate in Sunday morning gymnastics.

"Mother forgot earlier, Dance. You accompany Dik Pram running around" said Joko, putting Mentari shoes in front of his son's feet directly.

It felt like Mentari was eager to break the two cups he was holding right now.

"Do you need any help wearing your shoes, Tar?" pram Goda. The problem is that Joko is still there, waiting for her son to actually go jogging.

"No need, I can do it myself!" answer the cynical Mentari. He handed the two cups to the hands of his father who held a smile, then the sandal that was released with power in it was thrown up to the top of the Pram car.

Wearing shoes quickly and then stand up, as close as possible.

"LET'S JOG!"