Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Drunk you later.

Head down the stairs carefully. Realize, his existence can not be evaded anymore. He agreed to acquaintance with Asih and Bagyo in western Java. But later, after he was absolutely sure his meeting with Pram was not just a symbiosis of mutualism that benefited both parties. And there is indeed a sense created of their togetherness.

As for Pram, love and affection will be created by itself after our deal is made! Same with mom and dad. End of the wedding invitation. Easy right? That's how the logic of men works. The important thing is there is an agreement first, however surely togetherness there will be attention that affects the emergence of trust.

"Ra, Mbok." call Mentari while looking for the whereabouts of the two women of different ages on the ground floor.

Sum, who was first aware of the search, dried her hands after cleaning the chicken and vegetables.

"Yes, geulis." he said as he walked out of the kitchen.

Mentari turned around in front of the small mosque, he smiled rikuh as he approached Mbok Sum who waved at him.

"Here to the kitchen, cook for breakfast." invite Sum, he was comforted by the presence of Dara who enlivened the atmosphere of the kitchen with her voice that was like a whining firecracker.

"Well, Mbok." The mentor nodded as he followed her into the kitchen. Dara grimaced and handed the frying spatula and serok into the hands of Mentari.

"Continue yes, Tar. I'm gonna take a shower first. Syumuk.." he admitted while still grimacing amusedly as Mentari was singing her lips. He continued frying tofu tempeh. Nearby, Sum started sauteing instant spices which then the aroma wafted. Make the stomach directly rumble.

"What cooking, Mbok?" The mentari slices the fritters, before putting chili, tomato, and a handful of garlic into the pan.

"Soto, can you cook?" tanya Sum looked.

Asih's mother's daughter-in-law must be able to cook, even though at that moment, Sum already knows who Mentari is, where she comes from, also the existence of Pram who did not go in Bali.

Mentari smiled confidently, soto was easy, small, his mind while nodding calmly.

"Can, Mbok. Let me cook if there's another job." His eyes radiate warmth, because sometimes, it feels good when we are needed.

Sum immediately removed the apron from his body, then hung it behind the kitchen door which was very idealistic with the owner of the house. Sepi, without a lot of kitchen furniture, quite a potluck that is important can be used for cooking.

"Mbok kudu flush the plants straight to the store," Sum smiled, lying to him, but his intention was only ngetes Mentari whether it can really cook or not, "titip the casep."

The sun nodded while putting the piece of chicken meat into the pot.

"Well, Mbok." He revealed a smile even though in his heart condemned Mbok Sum's request that was more, "Udah big still diitipin all, Mbok. Let me just why! He's a lizard, so it's easy on the lizard. Including me!"

Mentari took a breath, continued to cook breakfast at Pram's house which honestly had not been normal.

"Darling...,"

The sound of the footprints coming down the stairs makes the gemes turn their head even though their hands are busy gluing the sambel.

"Tar, where is it?" pram yells while shaking his waist.

"Kitchen, um!" screamed Dara from the room.

Mentari snorted as Pram quickly nongoled in the doorway.

"Hey, be diligent..., what kind of cooking is a wife-to-be?" Pram grimaced, his cute eyes staring at everything on the dining table. There is only a sambel in the Mentari ulek strong with a look of annoyance, tempeh and tofu. Soto was immature, still boiling on the stove.

"Thank you, it has warmed my heart with your presence here."

Mentari raised the ulek that is still sambel to Pram's face.

"It's warmer, Pram. Wanna?" yells.

Pram chuckled while lowering the stingle from his hand.

"Not to be forced, I will, Tar. Your cooking is delicious, my tongue matches your cooking taste. So what less am I?"

Pram gave a stupid grin, how crazy his fantasy would now be that girl clutching the outskirts of the cook place. Not bathing, the smell of travel, hair that is only tied carelessly but even adds a sexy natural impression. Moreover, the nape of his white neck made him unable to breathe the scent of the girl deeply.

"Wish you were here with me." whispered Pram, his voice sounding low which teased Mentari to the brim.

Mentari froze in right, afraid to move. Back down, to the right of the wall nubruk. The choice is only swiping to the left, it must also be careful not to nenggenggol Pram body so as not to arouse the no-no.

Mentari pretends to thump while turning off the stove. "I think it's a sotonya, Pram. Can you move aside? The heat, the nudity of the pot is not my responsibility!" perfunctorily. The dipepet part is not good to know. Make your face and heart already like eating sambel doang without rice. Pungency, hot, kept red.

"I'm hot too." Pram also chills-dehem. He backed off regularly until he hit the dining table. No doubt, a set of cutlery located on the edge of the table fell to the floor.

Kontan Sum who was lurking from his room immediately pulled it into the kitchen.

"Noisy tunaon?"

Pram and Mentari who pick up spoons and forks on the floor grimaced.

"So the grabbing of a spoon for bribes, it fell all, Mbok. Maap yak." answered Pram.

"Yes Allah Gusti Nu Agung, it was a small slave. Already later bribes in exchange, do not need to wrestle it, shame the same age scramble!" Sum shook his hand. "There-there, let Mbok get it right."

Sum knelt down, while the two of them instantly stood up.

"CK, got it again." Pram laughed triumphantly in his heart. But when he saw the face of the scowling gemes he ended his flagship smile.

"Mandi gih, let geulis."

"You don't like bathing, let alone geulis. Drunk you Pram with me!" exclaim Mentari while ago.

Pram followed him while chuckling. Amused by the extraordinary confidence of the gemes made him sure, the girl understood his body language. That his heart was beating hard like his.

"What are you not?"

The mentor held the door while looking. "When I get drunk with you, I'll split my own chest and write your name there! In my heart, but I'm not drunk yet. I'm still conscious." The cerocosnya blatantly.

Pram was tired again and tired himself. He stopped, breathing.

"Okay if that, I'll make you drunk love me. Until I see for myself how you cut your chest to tattoo my name on your heart. Huahaha, I'm waiting for your chest!"

"Pram!" mentari sharp.

Pram smiled widely. "Why, scared?"

The mentari shook quickly. There's nothing to be afraid of, but it's a matter of taste betting. It's impossible to compete to show who loves more and truly.

"This is not a competition," Mentari took off the doorknob, then looked at Pram with excessive awkwardness, "wouldn't we be without the need for more dramas?"

"Great idea!" Pram immediately raised his thumb in front of Mentari's nose, even pinching the nose with anxiety. "Because the more we are as we are, the more I'm sure we're far from being pretended!"

Pram whistling loudly. Until Mentari realized, he himself was full of pretense. While Pram did not, the man was slalu open, rancid and brave!

Mentari groaned tiredly, he went into his room limply without caring for Pram who looked inside.

"Happy to enjoy this room facility, Mentari. May it be at home."

The sizzling sun then dropped on the mattress with a prone position.

"Because again! Forgive me."