Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
The stone itself.

Pram can't sleep at night. Inside his head was already imagined how the atmosphere of his home if he brought the girl back to Jakarta.

The mother who believes her boyfriend is Pevita can rampage and lecture him as a cheating man, can not be trusted complete with his doom. While the father must have agreed.

Pram sighed, the TV he never turned on finally turned on. The voices of the artists in the electronic box were enough to divert his attention to Mentari but it was just a blink of an eye.

"Gue thought he went to Jakarta because he really could not leave this inn or could not be far from his environment, it turns out I was alone that is messy now," Pram rubbed his face, "I can't back down, bro, I hope he's out of this environment to cure his trauma."

The man stood up, because of the noise of the head. He exited the room, looking around that felt silent and dark.

"Is it possible that Mentari also seriously considers this open war with the hope that I once fell in love and ended up marrying us? Or is he actually feeling calm because I'm not a macem and just protecting him?"

The stormy mind was more and more so, in addition to coffee, so until the early hours of the day the guy remained literate. Considering this opinion, the opinion, such as weighing the expenditure and income from his business. There are benefits, there are disadvantages, but the point of Mentari going with him to Jakarta is that the girl goes into a bachelor's nest that must be married immediately.

Pram grimaced, the flood of ideas made him calmer to close his eyes.

•••

Next day. The flag of the match was actually flying high Mentari. The girl woke up earlier than usual, making a noise in the kitchen to make Purwati shake her head.

"Pram!"

Tok—Tok—Tok.

Mentari fluttered while carrying a warm tea that he made himself for Pram.

Tok—Tok—Tok.

The sun waits with a frown.

"Usually at this hour he has taken a bath and brisik himself in the kitchen. Was Pram exhausted by hugging the pool yesterday?" muttered. Knocked many times the door of the room with a serious look on his face along with his name.

Pram opened his eyes with complete reluctance. "Why?" he mumbled lazily even while closing his eyes again.

"Pram up yet? I brought you room service." cried Mentari.

Pram buried his face in the pillow while covering his ears. The turn wants to be in calm mode, relaxed, noisy comes suddenly messing it up again himself.

"It's only been my three hours of sleep, geulis" Pram said after opening the door. His face looked wrinkled and so tired. But it was immediately wide open when the girl in front of him was jogging.

"Where?"

The gemes gave his warm tea to Pram's hand. "I'm waiting for you to take a shower waiting for your marrow porridge to be."

Pram smiled hesitantly. "Mampus me, this chick really lifts the war drums. If I fall in love first, does she feel like she won?" thought Pram. Instantly he remembered his own words.

I will love someone truly.

The fitting card has been opened by himself, clearly in fact he is also transparent as his opponent. So even if they lose or win, they both understand what rope they have to spin if they both fall in love. Lf it doesn't? There is something more bitter than black honey. Disappointment that re-emerges in the heart and destroys the new spirit to return incandescent and the return of the title of eternal singles.

Pram drank his tea while nodding.

"Half hour!" reply toilet.

Mentari nodded then turned around with victory in his hands.

"Rasain, it's delicious early in the morning already disturbed! Look at my face, like my face yesterday. Shock and bete!"

Turning his head, the man was still leaning on the doorway staring at him. The mentor smiled before continuing his steps into the kitchen.

Half an hour later, Pram and Mentari were involved in breakfast with Joko's family. After that, warming up, and connecting yesterday Mentari has been insulted because as a gymnastics instructor does not warm up well. He's the one who's gonna lead the warm-up this morning.

My muscles are not hot because the warm-up sport is even hot others. I want to love this girl.

Pram grimaced foolishly while continuing his own warm-up at a higher tempo before the two ran out of the innards.

There is no talking during the morning jog that leads to the river flow that used to be often visited by Mentari with his childhood friends while playing a chase that ends up playing water.

Pram clucked when Mentari asked him to stop.

"Gue's not satisfied, Tar! It's a little run just a kilo doang."

Mentari knows, because his intention is to jog casually. Afraid of the muscles of men who had been forced labor yesterday so more muscular.

"We'll go hiking for a minute. You should see my play place first." she said with a clear twinkle of her beautiful eyes.

"Give me! Morning dew hasn't gone away, I'm afraid there's snakes and Tar, please. I'm a new rich man, only I can't play to dangerous places." exclaimed Pram.

"Okay, we run again until you're satisfied, but the coolant's where I want it!" suhut Mentari's.

Pram nodded. Both of them back to running with an uncertain goal, Mentari just follow where Pram's feet where each footing feels certain. Despite the sudden bruising, he hit Pram's body when the man stopped suddenly at a crossroads.

"Pram!" his screeches.

Pram turned around and made a time lag while adjusting his breathing that felt heavy.

"Udah satisfied?" tanya Mentari while narrowing her eyes.

Pram ruffled his waist while circulating his gaze around. The sun had just broken and the new morning activity was active on the road they passed.

"After aja yuk, kasian you if far away running." said Pram, his hand raised to wipe the sweat on the temple girl who was worse panting from him.

Mentari nodded, following the Pram running route turned out to need extra energy. And he can't run anymore. Its potent muscles are only capable of gymnastics and casual jogging, not for running a marathon eight kilometers round and round!

"You run every jog, Pram?" ask Mentari.

"He'eh, on the treadmill if not yes futsal because my leg muscles should not be sagging." Pram explained.

"Why?" Mentari. Both of them chose to go hand in hand while recovering energy.

"Not married yet loyo mah, my mother is becoming more and more, Tar. Nag this, nag that. Long affairs... Males I horrified him." said Pram, inwardly warmed. She misses her real mother and she is now in understanding mode.

Regarding the mother, Mentari immediately thought about his decision to come to Jakarta.

"Tomorrow I can actually stay at your Pram's house?"

Pram stopped walking. That business, again stuck in his mind.

"Would you like to go to Jakarta alone or with Dara?" ask Pram first. At least Mentari's answer could give him another idea.

Mentari did not know, yesterday Dara had a drama, especially if he knew ka permission to go to Jakarta with Pram.

"In my house there is only Mbok Sum, and two of my employees. My mother lives in Jabar. But if a mother comes, can I make a compromise, Tar?"

"Can" Mentari nodded quickly, "definitely Pevita's business and hastily ordered marriage?" continue while continuing the steps.

Pram did not answer, he only pushed Mentari's shoulder while passing through the uphill road even though in his heart, he smiled meaningfully.

•••

To be continue and happy reading.