Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
I'm the dry season.

Pram let Mentari do the first, ten minutes apart, then he came back to run and found the girl sitting on the road divider.

"Why lo?" he screamed while walking in place.

"Capek, hungry." replied Mentari slowly.

Pram stopped his movement. Because his legs were already covered so hard he sat down. Hungry and tired the same, but the sweat that flooded in his body made him happy. All the food he ate became energy. Thank goodness Mentari's carrying time added to make his leg muscles strong.

Both of them enjoy tired while silent, until the open tub car that runs from the market direction makes Pram stand. Thumbs up sign want nebeng.

"Why?" ask the driver.

"My girl's tired of her leg cramps, can you hitch a ride up the front door before the fork?"

"Good, go up."

Pram nodded happily. "Come, Tar!"

Both of them jumped into an open tub that had been empty.

The car drove, Mentari and Pram smiled widely, grateful for a free ride in the remnants of the energy drained.

The car stopped in front of the inn yard. Pram jumps first before helping Mentari down.

"Thank you!"

The horn was heard in response from the driver.

The two cross the road, Pram grimaces and because of the relationship he still wants to win the bet. He's scrolling first.

Mentari yells. "Pram you cheated!"

"No! My tip won and you have to give me one more favor." replied Pram as he touched the door handle of the inn.

Mentari kicked Pram's car tyre. "Don't want to, you don't cue first." looks good.

Pram. "Can't that be, baby, don't you remember we were ready? It feels like we are very solid so we are not just strangers who meet and benefit each other." said Pram.

Mentari looked at Pram's eye bead. "What do you want?" tanyakanya.

Prams approach until the muzzle of their shoes touches.

"Tomorrow I said it. Now I'm just asking you to wash your face because on your cheeks there are still tears." Pram smiled then turned around, "don't bother me until lunch, Tar. I want to be alone, tell your family too."

Pram waved his hand, entering through a translucent side door into a deserted garden, only to enter the room and stand by the window. Peeping at the girl who was so fitting in his arms.

"Do you want to wear a ring from your mother, Tar?"

Mentari breathed a sigh of relief. "Goodoo. I want to be alone too."

With gontai the girl went into the house. Wash his face in the garden before sitting on a chair. Looking at the tightly closed Pram room.

The mentari gulped. A hug that should have been scary to him, with Pram not reacting to anything. He even replied to her with a bonus of sadness that he just spilled. Spilled in the name of Bisma Kurniawan which is still the weakest point.

"Should I join Pram to Jakarta and temporarily close this inn? But—"

Considerations filled his head. Mentari's face is worried.

What is Jakarta like? What was Pram's life like there? How's his mother going? The inn? And the most chronic is the contents of his wallet. Mentari will be unemployed if there are no lodging tenants.

"Dik Pram-Dik Pram, he is a younger brother!" suhut Mentari.

Joko was uproarious, the only child did like nyolot when sulking.

"Juice to the father's question, easy right?"

Mentari took off her shoes while blasting her lips. "Pram won't be disturbed until lunchtime, sir. So don't be disturbed. Watch out!" said reminded.

"Loh-loh-loh, he's not breakfast yet, Dance. Do not want to be disturbed how to. That must be your reason!" Joko stood up, "father get the breakfast first, your mother was cooking."

Whatever, cried Mentari in his heart. He stood up, "So commenting also do not want to be disturbed until noon sir! Beware disturb."

Joko stared at the astonishment of her daughter who was whining away.

"Why the two of them, why."

Joko moves into the kitchen, telling Purwati to prepare breakfast for Pram. After ten minutes, Joko finally brought the room service itself to room number one.

"Sir Pram."

Pram who was still laying down on the bed immediately got up. He opened the door and smiled.

"Breakfast, at the meal." Joko handed him the tray, "all the dirty clothes you took."

"Later sir, I haven't had this shower. Still rest." I'm Pram, he hesitated if his clothes were taken by Mr. Joko.

"Okay, you guys want to ask. Does Dik Pram not want to be disturbed until noon?" joko asked to confirm his son's words.

"True sir, because yesterday I got permission from Mentari to use the former padang next door. So I want to find information first where can buy tilapia or catfish seeds all tools." said Pram.

Joko raised her right hand. "Dik Pram needs what tools? I know you have it in the barn."

"Minimum hoe sir, if there is a compressor for water suction." Pram grimaced, and already guessed that one thing was not in the warehouse.

"But you can lend it to your friend, you just relax in Pram. I'll help you later." said Joko seriously.

Pram is very happy to get support from the real host owner. Roman face could not lie, he accepted happily the help, especially for the hoe hoe business hoe hoe ground which certainly did make his hands more muscular but also achy.

"Thank you, sir."

Joko nodded as she pulled the door and closed it, making room for Pram to have breakfast.

Pram put his breakfast on the TV table, he saw his menu. Bu Purwati cuisine is more tempting and varied than the cuisine of his son, just accompanied by Mentari more make him eager to spend all that is presented.

Pram is locked in silence. It is a lie that his heart does not imply the changes that are happening in his mind. A person whom he only recognized as “Goddess Helper” is now precisely someone who has raised his heartbeat. Firmer, a little rhythmic and start smiling by itself. Is it a chemical reaction like a sign of love? Yaikhhh. Pram bobbing head.

"So, maybe now is a special rainy season for you, so don't want to have to budge first, calm, slow. No need to shine first is okay, let me enliven your day because your cloud supports me, because besides now just entering climate change, it becomes adem+hot, so hot, I am the dry season that needs to be cloudy to set my pace. And that's you! Yayakhhh!"

Pram directly breakfast, late eating turned out to be the effect of being a baperan, drama, and ultimately so fragile poet victims of love motivational books.

Pram whistled, the romance of his face returned to its original state after being full.

"Mandi used to keep ngurus damang. The geulis must have been my love for additional work to be busy. Wm! Wm!"

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To be continue and happy reading