Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Inner heating.

Bisma was stunned by the existence of the new enemy before her eyes instantly. He did not know her, but the glittering eyes of the man with the lips that showed the witty smile were the ones who added to the burden of his life.

Pram approached while putting up an unexpected face mimic.

"This isn't the one who met me at the turn of the road early in the morning?" Pram pretends to be trying to remember something.

"What yesterday if it wasn't wrong I pergoki would act asusila with a woman?"

Pram looked at Arimbi, the woman with the home negligee smiled shyly as she looked at him, but a moment later her face was immediately cloudy.

Arimbi was dumbfounded, instantly pulling Bisma's arm. Two large tent with kitchen needs swayed irregularly when his wife asked the truth of what the handsome but damn guest said.

"You've met the same Dance again?" Tightly, Arimbi who was behind the shadow of Mentari looked at her husband suspiciously. The indignation of his melancholy is long-lasting.

"Mas!" urged Arimbi, "not really in this mas talk if you want anything from the Dance?" roaring windy.

The bisma shook her head strongly with a hardened jaw, insisting it would not admit much less in front of the riot-making man instantly.

Bisma accused Pram without seeing the face of the accused of domestic damage.

"You believe in me the same thing as—"

"Pramoedya." cut Pram quickly, "my name, the new guest host Bu Desy!" I was enjoying the two romance faces that were tense in front of him.

Tastier?

Pram eliminates the taste of the cassia for pregnant women who still look very young from it. Younger than Mentari. And because the affairs from the beginning have not used the heart, the inner struggle today is as stupid as teuinglah. My business just bales all her behavior onto me.

Arimbi threw out Bhishma's arm.

"Mas Bisma is really confused, why the hell should Mentari continue, Mentari continues, I am tired every time the Mentari storm again which is a problem. He again, he again. Tired of the mas,"

Arimbi bluffed while leaving, the excitement then occurred inside the private house of Bhishma. Arimbi complained to Ms. Desy about her son's behavior.

The breakfast-fresh Miss Desy stood up reluctantly. "Though storm again." Frustrated breaths slid roughly from his respiratory tract.

Pram smiled curiously while patting Bisma's shoulder with disdain.

"Hopefully the household is fine. Kasian was just pregnant, if frustrated will kasian kasian your child. It can be sad, moody, or angry. Not good." he said in a concerned tone.

"Don't interfere, you cum—!"

"Is there this?" suhut Bu Desy from inside the house, "is this gold guest or friend Bhishma?" he looked at Pram.

"This is a test if Bisma is indicated cheating, buk!" arimbi shouted behind him.

In a chest filled with angry outbursts that are ready to be the spice of a fierce debate between Pram, his mother and Arimbi. The bisma chose to enter the house. Dumped two large plastic containing kitchen needs onto a long table.

His ten fingers clenched firmly at the side of the body. Surely, Pram's arrival at his house must have something to do with terror last night.

"Don't get caught?" he said angry, eyes widened, "their message has not been told! Fuckin' ya." his his hiss was sharp.

Outside, Ms. Desy asks the truth of Pram's words.

Pram menjura, he answered honestly complete with the incident of egg throwing and deflating all the tires of his super cool car. Even so he is just a story, let Bu Desy and Arimbi conclude for themselves who it is.

"Hisma!!!" hiss Bu Desy. The incident clearly adds to a long row of conflicts that his son did even though it was still a conjecture, but for the case of barely dipping Mentari on the side of the road, Ms. Desy believes one hundred percent.

"You're in, Mbi. But don't be angry first with Bhishma, take care of your womb so that mother takes care of him!" said Bu Desy concerned.

His ex-child looks very handsome, has been dagahi his son, still have to accept the fact that married without courtship let alone optimal peddling does not bear beautiful fruit. Only a child becomes a victim.

"But buk?" sahut Arimbi, not calm.

"After that, you go in and rest!" concluded Ms. Desy, looking at Arimbi with an unpleasant face.

Successfully make all targets ketar-ketir will be recognized. Pram smiled a sigh of relief under the scorching sun that increasingly added to the heat of the atmosphere.

Pram flicked his hand, pretending to be sultry. "I also went into the room first, ma'am, deck. Want to take a shower and I'm really sorry if my arrival so messed up" he said in a sad tone.

"Please, please." Miss Desy smiled wryly as she flicked her hand. Pram passed, upon arrival in the room he immediately dropped himself on the mattress.

"This is still the beginning of bisma! A little of the family pain Joko sir will I bales."

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To be continue and happy reading.