Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Courtroom.

"So how dik Pram, do you agree with my mother's request?"

Purwati put on a waiting face after making a soft sound heard but a toilet for Pram. Every important point expressed by Purwati is equipped with a thick red bottom line, even though the core of the woman's request only wants two girls who are the foundation of her hope in care, in ayomi, it is not mischievous because basically what is on the mind of women who spend their lives only at the foot of the mountain, Jakarta is a big city that he sees from television broadcasts with all the big problems.

Pram gave his thumb. The business of looking after girls is easy, keeping his best friend's soul mate alone he is able to. Especially about that, but he realized the two girls were not ordinary girls.

One girl he will introduce to his mother as a wife-to-be. One more girl who was when Mentari expressed his intention to Jakarta immediately excited himself, confused, which clothes to bring there because all his clothes look perfunctory still be his enemy. Pram believes that besides him, he must be a spy for this family.

"So that Dik Pram leave the original KTP as collateral!" purwati said firmly.

Pram smiled witfully at the corner of the family room of Mentari's private house with the door shut and the lights not on. Pram felt in the trial of prospective in-laws who asked his seriousness in dating his daughter to the extent that the original KTP must be confiscated.

"Why does my mother not allow me to apply for Mentari all of you rather than just my ID card in confiscated, buk?" pram replied then, the man who only wears short chinos and the t-shirt then smiled manfully. Although the thump on his chest was harder.

"I know this request is strange and impromptu only after being with Tari and the father has told me his condition as a whole, Mentari is safer I take to Jakarta to avoid Bisma."

Pram clenched both hands, afraid of being wrong, afraid of visiting, especially Purwati was immediately shocked to hear his statement.

"Content has never failed to get married so Dik Pram do not mess around expressing marriage proposals with this fast time, mother does not accept. Dik Pram certainly knows why!" Purwati sighed while standing up, "wait for your own request from Mentari to marry her, after that just talk to mom!"

Steady, suddenly Pram immediately limp. True to his expectations, Purwati has a stronger side than Joko who immediately builds full trust in him. So the open war cannot be immediately clear who the winner is because the second bureaucracy in the inn is still waiting for the decision of the opponent itself. Then all he can do is obey and keep trying to bring down his opponent to fall in love first. Because it seems that the love of Mentari is better because the girl will definitely serve him well.

Pram stood up, "Let me give you the ID, buk."

"Well at Pram," Purwati smiled warmly before opening the door of her house, "busy happy if Tari happy, so you have to Mentari first you need to ask her readiness as well as parents in Pram. Just come to my mom again."

Purwati patted the man on the shoulder as she headed out of the house.

Three people waiting in the park who were hoping for anxiety immediately stormed two household judges and one defendant.

"Where buk'e, can I go to Jakarta for the same dance?" exclamation Dara. He jumped back and forth as Purwati nodded faintly with a finger that placed on her lips as a condition for silence.

"But remember there must be courtesy and do not bother om Pram!" Purwati reminded, the boy if it does not make it difficult to make a scene, the first time to come to the inn alone has made a private concert, but the girl is quite understanding and very helpful

"Hum, tomorrow I go to the market to buy new clothes!" whine while holding Purwati's arm. "Can buk? Yes, I must be upset. I'm gonna dress up what you chose for me."

Mentari threw away her face with a smile that she could no longer endure hearing Dara's seduction. He went into the room, flinching for a while in front of the closet before looking for the clothes that Bhishma often gave him first. Still good, because he only wears it for the streets.

"Now, you'll take it to Jakarta, Ra." Mentari put a stack of his clothes on the ironing table. Dara glanced in the face looking at the clothes Mentari gave. The clothes are quite fashionable and sweet actually but because every new clothes that Bisma gives to Mentari slalu only there is official information from the girl to iron it carefully then no wonder Dara immediately nolak raw.

"You can't believe Tar told me to wear clothes from your ex!" Dara clucked in annoyance while still ironing.

"That our home mom should be diligent in gratitude," exclaimed Mentari imitating Dara's style, "so you accept these clothes. You iron it so neat and fragrant again, it already smells musty!" he added, while ruffling Dara's hair before chanting out and back to the room, Mentari himself immediately chose which clothes he wanted to bring to Jakarta.

The flag of the resistance is still flying because that's why he wants to join Pram to Jakarta. Want to know how the man really is when he is in the most comfortable place because usually in his own home the same in the house of the person is different attitude and nature.

"I was hoping to see my mom and Pram would be confused to explain who me and Pevita would be. It must have been thrilling, of course." The sun giggled. "I agreed to compromise, and it must benefit all parties."

Mentari looked over as the door of her room was knocked from outside.

"What's Pram?" The mentari approached him to the doorway. Pram pushed his suitcase into the gemes and found that the girl had prepared to go with him.

"You must have brought some hot clothes, Tar. All right, gymnastics clothes! I think my employees need sports so as not to stress ngurus damang same chicken farm." Pram grimacing nosy.

"Okay, Pram." Mentari grimaced, showing his resistance while opening the suitcase that Pram gave, "Thank you for the suitcase, Pram. I think it'll last a month there."

Pram grazed in amazement. "One month?" loudly shouting.

"He'eh, why? Mind it?" ask Mentari with a sweet smile.

Pram immediately shook his head. "Of course I don't mind at all, I'm even happy one month at home. Make yourself!" The man whistled as he exited Mentari's room. And when he reached his own room, Pram added ketar-ketir. Not why-why, the business of eating ready, personal affairs ready, let alone the affairs of the streets that will certainly be the main scenario of the two girls in Jakarta. It's only a month's stay under the same roof if the testosterone is the talk, another story.

"Campus me!" rutuk Pram while dropping into bed. "Mom, I brought you a potential ghost, hopefully yee. If I don't give it up!"