Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Treasure, Throne, Pevita

Pram pulled the handbrake after parking his car in front of the Galaxy Futsal building with a wrinkled face.

"Just like mom and dad just go back to the village, Pram is sure that one day Pram will marry but not Susi or the mother's choice!" pram said in front of the car speakers.

"I'm not sure about your choice, Pram!" pekik Asih who was irritated and embarrassed after failing again his plan.

"I have Pevita, Mommy. I know her sometime. Mak calm aja yes, he is again filming in Bali." Pram lies while holding back the oddity. I'm sorry, Pevi, you I brought to this matter.

And of course Asih who heard the name of PEREMPUAN touted by Pram makes the souls insistence to be calm.

"You're serious, Pram? What kid is Pevita?" tanya Asih was curious. Bagyo approached to eavesdrop on the conversation of his wife and son. "Pram has Pevita, mas." Asih explained.

"Related, Mother. I'll send you a picture of her to let her calm down in the village." Pram burst out silently while banging his head on the steering wheel of the car. "Ayang Pevi, would you be the wife of a cattle businesswoman like me?" inner Pram. "Oh, is it possible?"

Pram searched for the best photos of Pevita Pearce that he kept in the photo gallery while sending it to Asih number.

"I sent it, Mom. Look at the picture first so that later be amazed how beautiful Pevita" said Pram hastily.

The call was interrupted, Asih and Bagyo looked at each other.

"Let's see how beautiful Pevita mas is" Asih said.

Bagyo nodded and so seeing how charming and beautiful Pevita Pearce was, Bagyo patted his eel.

"Beautiful to be with Pram. I'm not yakih, sih. Pram must be lying." Bagyo said while glaring at Pevita's photo. "There is no way this angel spec would want our son" he said in disbelief.

"Let's go, her name is love!" Asih put his phone in the bag, "turn back mas Jum, we nginep at Pram's house. I wonder how they met."

Mas Jumali whose forehead is bent. Then I will pay back Pram, thought Jumali. The car meanders gracefully at a crossroads.

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Pram gasps while kicking the ball with all his might towards the goal until his guards run away.

"Woy. bro, what a devil you are!" as Pram's friend said, he grabbed the ball and kicked it towards the middle of the field.

"Yes, you don't remember the biggest problem in the life of this bracket master, bro." said another friend, chuckling as he blew the whistle. "Rest ajelah, rather than a storm. Males me."

Pram kicked the air in annoyance, "No matter what I say."

Pram wipes a small towel while rubbing his face, neck and dumping it afterwards. He sat up bravely with a breath of breath.

"Gue wondered if only my parents had a ghost! How are your parents?" ask Pram to his friends.

The horde of men who were roughly his age sniffed while chuckling. Some were sitting on the floor and some were in cement chairs. One of his most mature friends named Roni held out mineral water to him.

"Still." said Pram, he turned the bottle cap and took a strong gulp until the water splattered on his chin and neck.

"I don't want to judge you or your parents, Pram. Just because the average person here has a wife or girlfriend. The problem is different again, Pram." replied Roni wisely. "Why is it so hard to open your heart? Mapan, a lot of heritage. What are you afraid of, Pram? Try to share with us-we, who knows we can help from your parents' drama."

Ck.

"Ntar first, you played already like a bull run amok. Sat-set-sat-set wear emotions." Roni reminded. "I mean your parents might be good, Pram. Just because you might be stubborn so they lose their mind to persuade you."

"The problem is my mom's choice is absurd, bro. Last month I met a high school girl. And just before I came here I was the same kid when I was in high school. Bodi the hell yahud, front back forward, just yeah that. Too open, while I'm his son curious."

Roni shook her head. "Keep up until when you hold on being single, Pram. Marriage is exciting and you have to take advantage of the opportunities that exist like the instincts of most guys."

Pram stared at his friends who agreed while flooding him with offers to get acquainted with their female friends.

"Thank you, bro. But my dream is one, marry Pevita Pearce." Pram chuckled while dodging from the ball that floated towards him.

"Dream your altitude, Pram. Anjirr..."

"His name is also a dream and I'm willing to open a matchmaker session. So watch out for you if you know there is a nongol in my house what my chat." threatened Pram while kicking the ball into the field. They continued that ball grab session in the remaining hours.

"With a coffee bath in the cafe usually bro, I treat" said Roni. "Gue won the tender yesterday so we party first before I party in the same room wife." Roni grimacing.

"Aseekkk, eat gratissss.." exclaimed the mob echoed in the bathroom.

"But please Pram, your hair is normal. My hand gatel wants a jambak!" roni shouted that was immediately greeted by the naughtiness of his friends.

Pram chuckled under the shower. "Pevita KW can also be if the age. Importantly her hair was long, black, her smile was sweet and her skin was smooth."

Pram finished packing while spurring his car to join his friends at the cafe five kilometers from Galaxy Futsal. They continued to talk. Business, women, work, and eating continue until full until the sun dims slowly.

"Gue unplug first, tomorrow there is a shipment of fish seeds so I have to monitor my employees." Pram stood up after wiping his mouth with a napkin.

"Spirit bro."

"Yoi. Thanks all." Pram clenched his hands while punching his fist into the hands of his friends who were raised upwards. The pram stepped his legs calmly while smiling in relief.

"Futsal round, mom and dad came home. Ah, enjoying. No one bothered me and my fantasies with Pevita in the room."

Pram drives his car while whistling mimicking a song that fills his solitude until in front of a towering blue gate covering his house that was accidentally darkened. No lights were on except the back of the house.

The gate was tightly closed. Only Pram and his parents have the keys to the house. Pram got out of the car, he opened the side door and a black Avanza that often made him dongkol parked in front of the house. Pram urung entered the house, he locked the side door again while shaking his body in the car.

"Oh Allah, what a trial. Cancel again the shadow ayang Pevi later." Rutuk Pram.

The car moved away from the house, he who did not know where to finally stop at the roadside coffee shop.

A glass of coffee was served later to accompany her baffled evening before a stack of brochures on the wooden table in exchange for a fried mat caught her attention.

"Take it mas, it's got my neighbor in the village. Nitip his lodging promotion. But since no one was interested, I would wear it for fried food." I'm the seller, chuckling.

"Honestly." thought Pram. He smiled and folded the brochure while putting it in a bag of pants. "I read it at home."

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To be continue and happy reading.