Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
First kiss's.

Mentari felt the burden on her chest constantly increasing being in the room of the man who left her to take a bath. He got up while banging on the door of his room without the tenderness of a woman. At all. BRAK-BRAK-BRAK. Wild and hard.

"YET–BUK!"

Pram grinned wide. "It won't open, baby, the control in your power is still me." he muttered as he wrapped his waist in a towel.

"POWDER, PLEASE OPEN THE DOOR. PRAM NAKAL!"

Purwati and Joko who had heard Dara's confession could only sigh heavily at her daughter's request for help. Agreeing with Pram's request, his daughter cannot be allowed to meet Bisma alone.

"Maybe it's true that we should close the Pram buk'e kalo losmen for the good of Mentari."

"Of that, we will talk about it later, sir'e, Mentari you calm down first. I want to cook."

Joko walked towards room number one. "Father can't open, Dance. I'm sure Dik Pram doesn't mess with you, so just calm down inside." said loudly.

"Just open the door first, I'm afraid sir, Pram naughty. I promise not to go out, I promise in my room, but my room, not here!" I Mentari excited, his father's voice was like a conditioning, but fateful just a moment of peace Mentari present, his father dropped again with a strong sentence at Pram's request.

"All naughty, all naughty. I'm the only one!" rutuk Mentari while kicking the door strongly, "awww..." The sun is running in pain.

Not helping. Pram cracked up while shaking his waist.

"That part of the door is inanimate objects you kick, Tar. Geulis's obviously sick. Let me see the bloody one?"

The sun turned as it staggered back, hitting the wall. His mouth agape, his eyes widened looking at the body of the annoying man was only wrapped in a piece of towel that had no sense and could at any time regardless of Pram's waist.

The sun covered his gaped mouth with the palm of his hand while closing his eyes. His body slowly slumped down.

Pram. Not the intention of flirting he just wanted to take his change of clothes in the closet.

"Just don't be literate before I say it's over!" exciting Pram. He strayed himself while wearing his clothes quickly.

Pram closed the closet door that became a barrier to him and Mentari. He knelt down to check Mentari's legs. Just red, not to bleed or broken because so upset Mentari was kicking the door using his inner power.

Pram breathe a sigh of relief. "Open your eyes, geulis. I've been casep and wired."

The mentor opened his eyes slowly with hesitation. His dimming glint of eyes examined the romance of the man who was cross-legged in front of him.

Right, all this time he closed his heart and only then did he realize that Pram was indeed a casep. His jaw is hard, his nose is sharp, his face is clean from acne, his eyebrows thick overshadowed the eyes of a joke that sparkles cheerfully. But of all the beauty of Pram's face so close, Mentari likes his lips. The often nosy sincere smile looms over him every time he looks at the aquarium in the room.

"Cockroaches?" Pram inching, now he leaned his body on the bed frame while straightening his legs, "this is also the first time I was alone with a girl in the room. It feels bad." I'm honest. But what does it mean if Mentari does not understand his heartbeat when together in a state of half-naked!

"Eat him come out of me, I won't get out of the inn like you said, Pram. I can, I promise!" rayu Mentari, he is afraid to miss the presence of Pram here if later in the end must be his own jury for the gamble. Can you be honest and willing to lose your own ego?

Pram. "No!" he replied, "you've been in this room a lot, it should be normal!"

"It's unusual that I'm the same you are Pram!" sergeant Mentari, the girl almost floated her head but urgently, cancel the explosion because Pram already understood his habits.

Mentari stood while opening all the curtains so that the view is not only on Pram. The girl fluttered beside the window and mutely.

Pram let the Mentari run in his own mind, at most Bhishma again in his mind, Pram's mind. He picks up his phone, checks all incoming messages, Asih remains the person with the most number of messages. Ask the news, Pevita, and go home when. He missed it, he wanted a phone call but was afraid of being distracted.

Pram smiled at the knot as he replied to the messages of his mother, several co-workers and employees. Lastly, he called his mother after saying Pevita was sad.

Pram approached Mentari, because the girl was sad, she did not realize Pram was behind.

"Darling, my mother wants to talk about it." whispered Pram in the right ear of Mentari.

The mentor gasped in surprise while looking quickly. The change in position made their lips come into contact unintentionally in an instant. The two are fixated on feeling a warm sigh that burns their lips, but Pram regains consciousness first. He cleared his throat while upholding his body.

"Sorry" said Pram nervously, preparing to receive the girl's anger which would surely explode due to the first kiss, as well as his mother had already wailed to call his name.

The sun closed his eyes, the instantaneous sensation made him stung by the flow of electricity of thousands of voltages and instantly made his soul float.

"Emak wants to talk to you geulis, will you?" ask Pram.

Mentari opened his eyes and now because his soul has not returned to normal, Mentari just opened his mouth without issuing approval. Ala Pram results turn off his phone connection and make Asih astonished.

Pram put his phone on the TV table, the kiss was also his first. Although accidentally, the girl had already taken a kiss that she would serve warmly to his wife later on the first night. Since it was already lost because of the girl innmen, Pram will hold responsibility as well as give accountability because the first kiss will be remembered.

"I'll marry you, Dance. Please accept me and we can live in Jakarta. Without Bhishma, without your fear here." said Pram gently but seriously, he rubbed the lips of Mentari open with his thumb. Pram's touch rested on him. Mentari. Their two eyes met in a reluctant cling. Limited to keep the heart does not want a mistake one second that burns common sense.

"You want, let me give it up, let me prove that I'm not just here, I'm staring, and I'm in your heart." Pram patted Mentari's cheeks gently. "Smile dong, consider it a khilaf, but honestly I want it again!"

Mentari immediately stepped on Pram's feet strongly. "Have a son!" hissing's beaver.