Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
The lover of honesty.

Mentari was surprised to see a service car patched tire calls entering his yard, he leaned a broom against the wall while calling Pram who was relaxed in front of his bedroom emperor.

"You call a tire patch, Pram?" tanyanya direct.

"He'eh, have you come?" Pram stood up, approaching Mentari with a strange smile.

"Why is your car, broken?" Mentari pauses, trying to get rid of his curiosities that immediately soar, "Pram the lover of honesty, do not lie. Why's car?" urge Mentari to worry.

"The lover of honesty?" Pram's cracking up, "your terms are so funny, Tar. So it's gemes." Pram tucked his phone into his pants pocket while blowing the nervous face of the gemes. But there was no effect, the gemes remained unaffected.

"Ban leaked all honey, maybe it was your ex who failed to move on. Start acting like you said yesterday." Pram pause while breathing, "it's not necessary to think, still slow I'm the business of gini mah kayak ngurus ABG snamb!" said Pram casually. Even so Mentari still could not calm down, he followed Pram out of the inn to meet the mechanic and mechanic.

Pram handed me the car keys.

"About full service? A few days back to Jakarta."

Smiling broadly while observing the four tires of Pram's car that were completely deflated until there was absolutely no wind, the mechanic looked at the anxious Mentari beside Pram. He suspects that Mentari does not want to stay away so by idly deflating all the tires of his customer's car. Another assumption that can both people who are far from the city understand, the two people just got into trouble. Whether big or small anyway involved problems because so upset and not finished to the point of having to spend their transportation capital to get out of there but the end is complicated itself.

"This is a prankster. No longer a disaster." he explained, smiling understand, "A day so mas, afternoon can be, we try!"

"I made you drink first" said Mentari as he passed, he was sure the prankster who was meant by two people who began to check the condition of Pram's car was himself.

"Bisma is real! Fortunately now I realize that he is getting here more and more crazy." wrote Mentari. Busy yourself in the kitchen, making orange ice and fried foods that quickly become.

Outside, Pram who has not explored the area of the inn carefully chose to take a walk. In the minds of a hundred percent sure, the young man would come back again to harass her.

"Gue respect this family, when people are competing to build a beautiful house and today they still maintain the original style of this old building with other sensations. For vintage enthusiasts, it is suitable to stop by. Only the business of Bhishma I think must be resolved first so that this inn is also peaceful, but what the hell."

Pram stopped at the gate, at the same time Dara and Purwati just returned from the market.

"Why at the gate, wait for the kang cilok to pass?" dara exclaimed, stopping the motor without turning off the engine, "what's the rame-rame?"

"Service the car, Ra. Come down here, talk to me. Important."

"I'll take you home first, responsibility!" Dara bergeber his motorbike to the side of the house while rushing back to see Pram.

"Ngapain the hell om, tumben-tumbenan hanging out here!" Dara shook her body on the brick fence, "hanging together with Tari?" added curious.

Pram also shook his body on the fence while cross-legged. The trees that shade it are enough to give shade in the face of the scorching afternoon atmosphere.

"The story of Bisma dong, om curious." Secretly Pram turned on the voice recorder feature on his phone. "Yesterday o met him while jogging with Mentari towards the market, elo know his house, Ra?"

Pram dumbfounded instead of playing, hanging out on a tree? Because it's the bisma in the nickname lutung, jeez. Pram chuckles in heart.

"Strumping tofu?" pram asked after his laughter had subsided.

"That's it, only the Dance if the same Bhishma can't be fierce. In them it is not brave, if I am too I have toned his nose let kapok!" dara replied grumbling as she jumped down.

"What's all of a sudden asking Bisma?" Dara squinted suspiciously, "did she bother Dance again?" tanyanya.

Pram just smiled looking at the fierceness of the little girl.

"Let's go to the tree he often uses to sleep. I want to try nangkring up there how it feels." I'm Pram, he jumped down, followed his mother's drip towards the rambutan tree.

Under the shade of leafy foliage, on a path rambati moss and weeds, Pram is ruffled waist. He observed everything that could be ascertained as traces of Bhishma.

From the place of entry to the area of the inn yard is fairly free, the gate that was never closed let alone and the location he stands now must have never been visited. So everything there supports Bhishma to do the action.

"My old man never climbed a tree, afraid I could go up, but could not go down." Inner Pram, for a moment he hesitated to do his intention but the boy who had been nagging himself had underestimated him.

"Can't om, if you can't be omnipotent, it's just the lutung who has the talent to climb trees."

"Gue can, Ra! I'm not just a lutung drip, I'm a gorilla. So it's hard to ride, my body weight!" elak Pram, take a swing and yakkkk! Because the force of gravity still pulls the weight of his body down and the lack of experts climbing the tree as difficult as it turns to be able to monitor the condition of the inns from the top of the tree.

Pram broke down by himself, lame, he sat down on the grass looking up.

"Ra, what do you think could make Bisma come here?"

"Jawab once the Bhishma interrupted Dance again?" concluded Dara fierce.

"Yes!" Pram sighed annoyed while telling the story of yesterday and the car, obviously the Dara immediately exploded instantly.

"I want to teach it to people, Ra, I'm sure, if we don't attack it back, he'll stay like this anytime!"

"He'eh, I agree om. But who thought of his idea! I'll help you."

Pram smiled amusedly, because he had not been able to get a brilliant idea and the number of mosquitoes that messed with concentration. Pram jumped out onto the shoulder of the road, wasting time while thinking hard. Not yet come a good idea without involving many parties, from the opposite direction the motor is traveling at high speed.

PYARS...

"WOI!"