Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Okay, Buk.

The essence of cooling movements should be done in a way that normally occurs after running is stretching the calf muscles, thighs, low lunges, or something like that in the form of a cooling process so as not to get muscle injuries. But the connection of the two men who have been met in the destiny of the universe that has become a divine mystery. So the two men even frowned on the river bank. Play splashes of water like two young children who are on the verge of joy find space and a place to show joy.

Mentari clutched his own body, already cold.

"Go home! And you have to say the same mom and dad if you ask to play start, Pram." exclaimed Mentari annoyed.

Pram broke open, he swept their shoes both from the rocks while following Mentari treading the wild grass on the edge of the river.

"Your strength is too small to make me drenched, Tar! Let's take a shower, uh go home." Pram grimaced at his mispronunciation.

Mentari snorted and continued to travel out of his childhood play area.

Arriving on the asphalt road, the charm of two people who were wet made some people who passed by gave excessive attention to them.

"That's why we're the center of attention!" chirps Pram. A second so fast Mentari turned around, Pram thought the girl who kept squeezing her hair would hug her, apparently, the gemes just wanted to hide her face from someone who was banging from the motor from the opposite direction.

"He's past!" said Pram slowly.

Mentari looked to the side, he saw Bisma and his wife had just passed by.

"Pram," Mentari raised his face, the cheerful voice that shimmered between splashes of water has been replaced with a rosy voice, "mas Bisma if you know you're nginep in my inn will definitely make a tantrum."

Pram took a deep breath. To be honest the fact that he just knew that cheating Bisma was pregnant with an age that he could understand close to the new year where Mentari was also affected by the disaster, so the celebration of heartbreak as broken as the complete Mentari.

"Who is he? Thugs?" Pram smiled lightly, "if he ngajak me in the affairs of the two of you, I will take part if he made a act in your inn. I'm good at karate, so you calm down, Tar."

The mentor pouted, with a lost spirit he told him who Bhishma was.

"He's not a thug, he's just a regular guy. Just because his father kades, some people must be his plot. If he's like the gang leader. In the past, when we walked he was never weird, not rude, just possessive. A little angry if the guest losmen rame with guests let alone his guests the guys who deliberately nginep before going up to the mountain Prau what to the Dieng plateau he was angry, jealous, until one day, until, he started acting, making terror that makes customers go one by one."

Mentari growled in annoyance. "Sorry Pram."

Pram asserted, free anyway if you want to vent.

"What terror did he make?" ask Pram curious. Most of the Bhishma if he looks around, he looks quite handsome. His body was not so stout and as tall as him. So the terror that Bhishma made attracted his attention.

Mentari clucked in mind the things that made it down and continued to erode the contents of his wallet.

"Baby if the electricity suddenly died in the middle of the night, and the morning there was a dead chicken in front of the inn with fresh blood. So when you say that if this inn is lucky, I am not surprised, I have passed the critical period responding to it if the inns are haunted! CK!"

The cautious girl passing through the path in her yard was smiling wryly and looking at her family's efforts sadly.

Although Mentari smiled wryly, even wryly, Pram knew the girl had improved enough to be able to tell him about Bhishma's behavior. It's nothing, because not infrequently some people choose to hide the past rather than share it with new people.

"Stop," asked Pram, Mentari turned around and ventured into Pram's eyes.

"Why? I'm cold, Pram!"

"I hugged," Pram scrunched his face with anxiety, "cheering dear, that's so fierce again. Shame ah exhausted too." ledeknya when Mentari opened his eyes.

"What did you say about bisma?" sahut lazy. "That's been a long time, I'm just explaining because who knows for you it's important baby!"

Mentari rubbed his face which since then water from his hair continues to decline to his face. Pram grimaced, suddenly in the face of the girl was clingy.

"You should be happy because getting away from the bad guys seems like a baby, keep it all right." Pram handed over Mentari's shoes, "gue wants to take a shower, and Bhishma is my business if I mess around here!" toilet and serious. The man whistled as he passed the Mentari to the door of the inn.

Inside, Joko and Purwati gaped at the two people they were talking about wetly.

Purwati stopped sweeping the garden. "Where are you from?"

"River, buk! Shower dance first yes, it's up for breakfast. Is she cooking?"

"Already," Purwati nodded despite her unfocused gaze, the two young people must have been strange in the river because upon arrival at home, both of them were immediately sliced with different faces.

"Thank you buk." Mentari immediately cheated into the room, took a towel and took a bath. After half an hour, he met Pram again in the family dining room. Joko accidentally invites Pram to eat together. And on that occasion, Mentari also said his intention to heal to Jakarta with Pram.

Sebersit shocked face is clearly visible in the face, Joko and Purwati, it is really an unexpected suprise and increasingly heartless Purwati heard his daughter's request. So is Pram. The faster to Jakarta the faster the heartbeat.

"I'm with Dara, mother. He wants to see Jakarta. Still waiting for the Pram rental period here to run out. Keep this inn open because I can handle it from there." Mentari looked at one by one the people in front of him.

Purwati looked at him sharply, then Pram. Her husband was right, the man had “something” who could sedate his daughter even in silly and unusual ways for two people who had just met and brought their own stories.

"Dik Pram will meet with mom, alone!"

And as a man who can be trusted, even though he himself has never taken a girl people away from home, Pram nodded obediently.

"Well, Buk!"

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To be continue and happy reading.