Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Fucking chick!

Mentari and Pram menjura in front of the owner of the house who had offered him balm and water. It even helped him repel the tension-carrying animal that morning by spraying tap water.

"Thank you, om. I'm sorry it's so nicotine." said Pram mannered and timid. But his heart is happy. The massage is not rejected, and a little fear of the Mentari towards men may also be thinning. But of course it only applies to a Pram.

Indeed ngerepotin, rutuk Mentari.

"You're not his former fiancee sir kades to dik's son, bisma if his name is not wrong?" said the om hesitated while looking at Mentari's face.

Mentari clucked in his heart while nodding slowly. Transparent already he in the eyes of Pram, no more secrets are hidden why he is like now.

"Yes, "" Mentari smiled wryly, "excuse me."

"Yes" replied the om, staring at the departure of the two uninvited guests out of his yard.

Mentari sighed, walking helplessly in front of Pram who took a deep breath. It was no longer a suprise for him, but the existence of a kades pack boy who turned out to be still one region with the gemes made him more concerned with Mentari.

"Pram first if you want to continue jogging" said Mentari, his voice flat like his face.

"Udah was once engaged as it turns out, hardcore throw you, Tar. I went through that phase." Pram smiled concernedly, "It turns out you have a story that is okay rather than the breakdown of my relationship with him."

Mentari shook his head, continuing his steps down the shoulder of the road without taking out another word. His spirit was lost by the morning lazy wind and the opening of his story.

True, the only reason he hid his story was simply to make people stop pitying him. He does not need to be pityed, Mentari only needs time to heal his own wounds. Because sometimes the input of toxic people who are compassionate towards him is not enough to help him and instead muddy his inner atmosphere.

"I go first." cried Pram, stepped faster and ran away from Mentari. Understand the girl needs time alone and she chooses to leave.

On the winding down and uphill road typical of the road at the foot of the mountain, the man sat by the road with breathless breath.

"For a long time, tuh girl the shampoo, do not-don't even cry on the most serious fainting?"

Without a second thought Pram turned around, running around in a hurry to exert a reserve of energy complete with a dry throat to pick up Mentari.

Pram turned the direction, and to his surprise he found a man stopping in front of Mentari. Seen from behind the man named Bisma Kurniawan was blocking the arm of Mentari.

"Don't bother me anymore, I'll get angry Arimbi!" shouted Mentari while revolting, but because his energy had run out in pursuit of the four-legged living creature earlier and his story was revealed, his efforts were unsuccessful.

Bhishma further tightened his check on Mentari's arm. The girl wrapped in gymnastics clothes has often seen Bisma become a gymnastics instructor, her curves, her smile and anything that Mentari has can only shadow her fantasy without being able to touch.

"Listen, Dance. I still love you. Arimbi is not like you, you love me Mentari!" hiss Bisma, tightened his hand grip until Mentari cringed in pain.

"I can't believe you, man!" shouting Mentari while trying to escape, "Sick mas, you are evil. Leasin!"

"I'm not evil if you look down on me, baby" hiss Bisma, almost his lips touched the lips of Mentari who was afraid if Pram did not immediately menoel-noel Bisma's shoulders.

"What's wrong?" said Pram, calm even though the eyes were shaded by thick black eyebrows was staring sharply at the suspect.

The existence of newcomers who were not aware of even Mentari's bisma made both of them surprised. The check on Mentari's arm came off until the girl immediately moved behind Pram, asking for protection.

"Sorry you know mas, dik, embarrassed to see a lot of friendly people on the side of the road" said Pram, pretending to be a stranger who happened to pass by and invite them.

Bisma hissing annoyed. "No need to meddle, it's my girl. So mending mas go on!"

"But the girl is scared, mending if my advice you two split first, go home and think about the solution how. Than on the roadside like this. Not polite to see people!" pram Cibir.

Bisma cursed in his heart, his face that was upset did not get Mentari, he said, this is again in addition to a pretentious guy who cares about nongol and disrupts his business because after the business of nangkring in the rambutan tree yesterday he was busy taking care of his household especially his mother followed to strengthen the atmosphere by telling you to meet Mentari in the market and the girl has guests.

Bisma understands very well how her former fiance is if it provides the best service from her inn. Until often conflict arises because Bhishma is jealous, then in the aftermath of his jealousy there is little interference from Bisma why his former fiancee's innumerable deserted.

"Honey, let me drive you home" said the forced bisma sounded calm. Fuck what Pram said. After that, he will never see Pram again.

"I want to go home by myself!" mentari ketus.

"You better give up, you go home alone. Kasian this sister, later traumatized equally mas!" timpal Pram, smiling with satisfaction when Bisma berbernya motorbike accompanied by an angry curse to him.

Pram turned around, suddenly he immediately hugged Mentari with a look of regret after Bisma motor vanished from his eyes.

"It's ok, there I am now" said Pram gently as it calmed the frightened little boy.

Mentari clutched Pram's back while beating him many times.

"Why should I, Pram! Why should I!" The sun sobbed in the arms of the man who did not know what to say even though his hand gave comfort to the girl's head.

"It's ok. He's not good for you. Because good is me."

With red and watery eyes, Mentari hurriedly puffed up, aware of who was hugging her, aware of their bodies so close and aware that the man was stealing the opportunity on the side of the road! Swallowed the utterance he just spoke to Bhishma. Sontak Mentari pushing Pram's body. Unfortunately, the man did not move at all. His feet were fixed on the asphalt, his smile expanding with a happy look on his face.

"Are you conscious, honey?" pram Goda.

Mentari pinches Pram's stomach which feels hard muscular.

"Lepasin I'm Pram, pealin. I could faint. You stink!" his screams. Forgetting about Bhishma.

Pram blew Mentari's face before taking off his embrace.

"But comfortable Tar, the proof is that you're comfortable crying in my arms."

"Forced to know!" sergeant Mentari, rubbing his tears. Then take a deep breath. "I'm limp, can you run to the house continue to take Pram's motorbike?"

"meaning?" Pram mendelik, "just do you good, Tar. I was carrying all the running, already wearing the hit and pinch again and now you ask me to run myself to the house to take the bike? Crazy, have you!"

The sun looked down while smiling in shame. "Sorry."

"Come on the road. I'm tired too." Pram wastes tired breath.

Stupefied mentari. I do not imagine what if Pram had not come, but of course if his father did not maksa and Pram did not welcome with pleasure. Then that unexpected encounter with Bhishma need not happen. So the gemes who were unlucky many times it canceled an apology and thanked Pram.

The girl took a swing to run, "The bet was still Pram!!!" exciting Mentari.

Pram who had just crouched down with the spirit he had forced down sniggered.

"Basic chick! I have been given understanding and even digress. Watch out for you, Tar!" upset ass.