Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Idaman lodge.

...IDAMAN LOS...

..."Comfortable and Quiet."...

Pram frowned while looking at a simple brochure in a one-piece wide HVS mold. Black and white without color, as if to describe there is no passion there. Only a quiet and comfortable guesthouse can offer to customers of a hotel-class lodging jasmine it.

"Where people want to be interested in nginep in sono, in terms of promotional design aja already males. Naturally, the brother of the warkop so that the fried pedestal." Pram commented, "but why also I take, is it possible that this brochure has pellets? Hiyy---," he said, dropping the brochure on the floor.

"It's weird why today gini still use black and white brochures, why not make ads on social media? Do not-don't losmen are lies." asked Pram wonder.

The man got up from the chair and walked towards the balcony of the room as the morning sun began to shine on the eastern horizon. From his room on the second floor that was not spacious, he could see three fish ponds measuring 6x10m behind his house.

Pram budging. His fingers twitched under his lips, a habit of thinking about something and being among doubts.

Do I have to call her number to be sure? But I'm afraid that what I think is real.

Ten minutes later, Pram picked up the brochure again which was possible if Sum saw him directly in the dump without a second thought.

Pram memijit number Mentari on the keyboard on the screen of his phone and wait.

...IDAMAN LOS....

The dark and long haired girl fumbled nightstand with her eyes still closed.

"Good morning with my receptionist dream host. Can I help you?" he said he was friendly, a habit he had done since he first continued his family business three years ago. A jasmine-class inn located near the foot of the mountain.

Mentari Saputri, a twenty-five-year-old girl rubbed her eyes and waited for an answer from someone who called her that early.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you with or um..., are you just a fad?" mentari said, he stood up and walked towards the window. The misty air that was so cold was coming upon her sweet face.

The wet hoarse voice typical of the sleeping new person struck doubt in Pram's heart.

Chick. His voice is soft.

"Pram." call Asih, he comes out of his son's room. "Fish seeds have come, why are you daydreaming here!"

Pram quickly lowered his phone from the side of his ear while exhaling a sigh of relief.

"I just called, Mom. Tar again I'm down."

"Pevita?" ask Asih in a happy voice, "try Mak to listen to his voice, Pram."

Asih wean Pram's phone. Eh-eh, Pram was struck by a tremendous panic when his mother pressed the loud speaker.

"Assalamualaikum, geulis" Asih said kindly.

Forgiver.

Pram patted his eel, "It's messed up like this." he wrote in his heart without daring to take his phone.

"Vaalaikumsalam, mom. Good morning." replied Mentari kindly.

The girl was indifferent to who called her this morning, she was just trying to be friendly with anyone who wanted to connect with her inn.

Is that a prankster, or is that mom and Pram? The name stuck in his head.

Asih kontan jumping girang. "Make the sound, Pram. Sweet as the person." the praise sounded until it was clear.

Sweet as the guy?

Pram nodded and immediately snatched his phone back. "It could be wrong to catch my mom babbling all the time" he thought as he closed the speaker hole.

"Emak down first let me have a friendly chat with Pevi. I'm the same as him, Mom. A wish to be alone." Dust that sounded ridiculous to himself.

"Same Pevi Mak wants to meet, Pram. Say don't forget!" He clenched his hands in front of his son's face. "If you don't take it, you'll stay here forever until you're really married!" the cerocosnya while entering the house.

Pram could see the happy twinkle from his mother's face just because of the claims he made.

"Sorry Mak, ayang Pevi doesn't even know Pram. But I can't continue to be forced into marriage either." Arrrgh, jeez. Pram groaned while putting his phone in his pants as his employees from below waved.

"FISH SEED SORTER, BOSS!"

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The sun frowned while looking at his phone with a big question mark. His usual calm morning was now felt with astonishment.

"Pram?"

Mentari slicked his shoulders, only that name he could recognize from today's foreign callers.

"Prams." Mentari kept the number while surprised. "Mother why are you suddenly nongol in front of the window! Make me surprised to know." sergeant annoyed and then pouted.

"Who's Pram?" The Purwati who carried the remaining green mustard from the hydroponic garden beside their house frowned, "the mother had the intention to call you, but because you were busy with your phone, you didn't want me to cover here!" obviously the yellow veiled woman.

"Tamu losmen, but not so nginep here." replied Mentari carelessly. Pram and his mother are still mysterious people who do not need to be too indifferent to both.

"Not your girlfriend?"

The mentari shook quickly. "I don't have a boyfriend, mom! I'm going to take a shower and get ready, ten o'clock there's guests for rooms five and six, nice cook mom let the guests feel at home here."

Purwati's cold palms held Mentari's arms.

"Keep when you move on from Bhishma, Tar. Don't keep going this way, mom and dad think about your fate if you become a spinster."

"Just say yes, buk. I can move on from Mas Bisma." Mentari smiled wryly considering Bisma.

"If only Bisma was not the son of a kades sir, I had taught her a lesson, Tar" Purwati said excitedly, "could have been fiancee if she had another boyfriend, pregnant again. O God - O God. Your fate, Nduk."

Mentari's heart returns like a ripe papaya falling from a tree. Destroyed and broken. Because it can be likened, he and Bhishma just download the fruit of each of their romance trip by marriage, with, but because the indigo of a broken speck of milk before the one that Bisma did after the fireworks party on the night of the new year yesterday all his confidence in men was crushed to splatter like a papaya that has fallen, and the, chicken claws anyway.

The mentari smiled wryly. "That's not to be discussed, mother. So sensi."

Purwati squeezes a sprig of green mustard while dumping it on the ground.

"Mother is grumpy because every time you're sad, you remember that brash kid!" a rude snort sounded later. Purwati sighed. "Mother wants you to have another boyfriend, Tar. Let Bhishma know the taste!"

"Mother prayer is fine to bet her mother shines again" concluded Mentari with a big smile while hoping if you have another girlfriend can be as fast as ice cream melted in the mouth, he could soon prove to Bisma and his wife that he was okay. But it's a lie, a name he's remembered since High School just kept getting rid of the word okay in his life.

It's not that easy to move on from Mas Bisma, mother. He still likes a squeamish in front of the house!

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To be continue and happy reading.