Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Suathlogic.

The screams of the fathers and prospective fathers outside the inn were heard up to the Mentari room, especially when Pram was excited.

The sun wraps its pillow and covers its ears. "Why him, why the hell bener—"

Not yet complete his sense of regret, the door of his room was knocked, a second that did not end, his room was opened by Purwati.

"You want to stay in the room all the time, Tar? Let's go out help mom make a stir and fry." said Purwati as she pulled a pillow that covered her son's head.

"There's Dara, buk. Just like Dara, I'm still tired of this. My feet are pegel-pegel."

"Both new holies the same iron clothes Pram, Tar. Let's not be lazy in the room, the farther from the soul mate later, mother is afraid." persuaded his mother.

Mentari was blown away and immediately remembered with Pram's personal items and his fried claw. In a hurry he exited the room while entering the multipurpose room.

"Ra, let me!" yells.

Dara gasped in surprise while puffing.

"Why? He said your mother was amused about taking care of Pram's clothes. So let me go!"

Argh, that. Shouted Mentari inwardly while pointing at Pram's neat personal items.

"Kok Dara is not amused." Inner Mentari, restless, the item is also seen Dara, even in touch directly without intermediaries. "What dirty clothes are you washing now?" tanyakanya.

"No, one-one. Don't look at ironing bedcovers is the hardest!" his fawning.

Mentari went straight to the well, one basket of Pram's dirty clothes was near the washing machine. And to make sure there are no personal items Pram, Mentari immediately poured the contents of the basket onto the floor. He put one by one into the washing machine tube while frowning.

"No one!" The personal items did not exist, and instead made the girl anxious.

Mentari fill the water while pouring detergent before the spring to the side of the house where the busy sound is located.

"Is there, Nduk?" ask Joko. The father of one child was crouching to receive a bucket containing excavation soil from the bottom of the pool.

Pram stopped grappling the ground after the pile of garbage and dried leaves that covered the former dam he had burned, he jumped up when Mentari mentioned his name.

"What's up, Tar?" ask her while jumping up. Feet, hands, clothes, pants, full of wet ground. Of course, the washing must be in the brush first just entered the washing machine. But that's the business later, now the triangle-shaped stuff that doesn't exist.

"Where are you" said Mentari.

"Where are you what?" pram asked confusedly. "That's which one?"

"Mm.., Mmm..," Mentari scratched her forehead while smiling strangely.

"What's wrong with you, Tar? By the way again." urged Pram impatient with the girl's wishes.

"Your mother where the shape is triangular." whispered Mentari, embarrassed if his father heard let alone his friend. It could even be the material of their months.

"Jeez, my cangcut?" whispered Pram, his face water turned amused after upholding his body, "later I wash myself, geulis. You just calm down and lighten up now you go into the house, sleep-slept. Enjoy your time."

Mentari blinking lips, feel there is no more secret between them then the attitude of professionalism of his work does not need to be made seriously.

"You're not hurt, am I using fried claws to take care of that thing? Fear later the effect I do not appreciate you." asked Mentari riled.

Pram was stunned by the idea of Mentari. He will not be hurt for such trivial things, even funny, even he who realizes that he is excessive asking for full service laundry.

"No Dance. I swear, I don't mind." said Pram seriously, "Now you go in there, said your mother earlier. I want tuh, seger and pedes like you if again nagging." throw Pram while blinking one eye.

Mentari was flabbergasted, then she replied to Pram's blink of an eye with a blink of one eye as well.

Pram looked at Mentari's amazement while smiling and shaking his head. And the effect of Joko who pretends not to understand offending. “Extra Large what is Pram?” Complete with his plain face.

Pram jumped into the pool which he had to deepen in size.

"Pack size." Pram grimaced, "continue sir let's all tired, it's just leha-leha."

Joko speculates it would be possible if her new son helped Purwati in the kitchen and the active man got a match. It is seen how crowded their households are. The one badminton guy, the one nagging hobby. Wah—wah, Joko's speculation made him ngakak himself.

Pram and Mr. Susilo, one of Joko's friends in the village suddenly looked at the astonished man who was stranded himself.

"Let it go, Pram. Joko is most likely possessed by the jackfruit tree behind you" Susilo said straightforwardly.

No need to ask, Pram immediately jumped from the pool while inching near Susilo.

"There really is a demit, sir?" ask Pram to panic.

Susilo who saw the face of the guest innards was terrified. Lah wong he's just kidding, taken seriously.

"Relax Pram, relax. I ewes-ewes first."

Joko stopped her laughter after Purwati and Mentari joined the roar while asking what was almost simultaneously.

"Your father is crazy and suddenly laughs to himself." replied Susilo.

But Pram's still frantic face made Mentari approach him.

"Why you?" tanyanya.

Pram pointed at the jackfruit tree in front of them. No wonder the man believes that Joko sir is possessed because the tree is often associated with mystical things.

"Sir Susilo said your father was possessed by the tree, Tar. I'm horrified."

Not only Mentari who is ready to smile widely, Purwati also though not for long. And as a wise mother she squeezed her husband's shoulders. Remind him not to fuss with people's children.

"We were lying to Susilo dik Pram, I was not possessed. You're just entertained by you guys. It fits you" said Joko explaining the problem of why he laughed.

"fit it?" say both almost simultaneously. Pram and Mentari looked at each other, then because they were both reluctant to discuss the match that was meant by Mr. Joko both sniffed their shoulders and dispersed themselves. Pram was busy hoeing the ground while heeding the ears of Joko and Susilo's talk about him and Mentari, while Mentari was busy peeling the fruits that wanted to be made rickety while pouting.

"Why, nduk?" asked Purwati who had since found the princess just like a lack of energy.

"Do you think Ibuk Pram fits Tari?" ask the girl to be clear. Almost cry when his mother smiled widely like her father's wave earlier.

"Likes?"

Mentari shook his head and told the story this morning to his mother. Complete with a cry scene in Pram's arms when Bhishma wants to kiss her.

Purwati sighed while draining a basket of corn from the frying pan.

"Maybe your father was right, Nduk. You fit. But don't keep thinking about it, let it be what it is. If it fits, it'll be alone." Purwati smiled meaningfully. "It's hard to take the mats, you take all this out."

Mentari inhaled a deep breath of air, feeling that his encounter with Pram was no longer what it was but what it was. Huh!

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To be continue and happy reading.