Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Preferential.

"Mom, open the door. Mak, aing wants modol. Cepetan open the door, Mommy! Can't stand this blowing up!" pram shouted while banging on the room door. His stomach feels wrapped around most of the sauce at dinner.

"Mommy, Aa did it anyway. Brisik really want modol aja use shouting." screeched Salsabila while down the stairs. Bontot Pram's sister still uses a satin-style nightgown.

"The bodies have made a rowdy," said Asih as he turned to the guest room when Mentari was surprised by the commotion from his upper room.

"Geulis, open the casep door. The key is at the table, near the tipi. Mum should pray, it's responsibility."

"Emak ngunci his room, Aa?" tanya Salsabila accompanied Mentari's nod. The girl climbed the stairs with an amused face as Asih said yes complete with reason. "Your last night ngetime in the room of the geulis, danger if not in the key, Bill. The danger!"

Mentari looking around the location of the television together with Pram yells and Salsabila's loudness.

"Patience of time, Aa. Anyways want modol what the hell, that's very panicked!" The sun turns right after passing through a terracotta walled passageway. He hurriedly searched for the key near the television. "Can,"

Mentari crammed the key into the door hole and turned it around. In that instant, Pram immediately pulled the door handle quickly full of power. While kebelet he showed a smile looking at Mentari who flicked his hands in front of his nose.

"Maap, honey.... The bomb just exploded." Pram's topsy-turvy darted into the bathroom, Mentari snorted as she looked inside Pram's room. The dim atmosphere of the room lamp in addition to the aromatherapy of tea attracted his attention.

The Mentari put his foot into the Pram's room. He was struck in front of the wall with a graffiti of a woman's face with the addition of writing, “love and hate.”

Mentari sits himself on the edge of the bed after tidying up Pram's messy mattress. He waited for the man to finish the call of nature.

In the bathroom, Pram yawns wide. Because it was plong felt and wanted to take a bath he walked to the room without any premonition to take a stretcher

"Eh," Pram flinched at the presence of the beautiful woman waiting for him for more than fifteen minutes sitting speechless in his room.

"So modol's a chapter?" tanya Mentari.

Pram smiled widely in front of him even though he was worried by Mentari's gaze. "Cok not come down?" tanyanya while reaching for the towel on the hanger.

"Pengen here, curious about your room." Mentari smiled widely with his eyes turned to the painting of the wall. "Dear love with Tatiana?"

Pram draped his towel on the shoulder while following Mentari who continued to approach the wall that had peeled off some of the paint, the graffiti was bad, but it turned out Mentari could still feel who the woman was.

"I love the woman who is mine, why?" tanya Pram, rubbing her hands on the paint-paint that dries until the paint falls out alternately, making Tatiana's face worse.

From the corner of his eye, Mentari just silent with eyes reading. Pram feels guilty. Because this room has never been used after he studied and worked in Jakarta. His parents never underwent renovation.

"Your chest tightness now see this?" he asked while stroking the rest of Tatiana's cheeks on the wall.

The mentor turned to him, "Yes a little, but are you still comfortable having to see this? Not that he's bad."

Jakun Pram moved, the rest of the dawn was thinning. Not taking a shower yet, that rolling second felt like a long minute. He had to hurry to fulfill his duty. Pram stretched out his hand, holding Mentari's head.

"You don't think it's going to be mediocre, Tar. So maap yes, early in the morning already in love this surprise. Ntar in tersihin."

The sun grimaced and approached. "Are you really papa? There's no little prick in your heart so remember Tatiana?"

Pram whistled like birds beginning to chirp sweetly in a cage. It's nice to watch, I suspect. Signs of Mentari there is already a taste, uhuyyy.

Pram stroked Mentari's head again. Tatiana doesn't matter anymore, Tar. These are just the remnants of memories that have not impacted anything for me.

"It's over!" Pram is approaching, "get down, I have to take a shower. Some time here mom will patrol it again. Ogah I'm in brackets again." You're looking down. Mentari who has taken a shower, no longer knows to talk about Mentari.

He ventured to touch Mentari's chin, Pram smiled.

Mentari so giggles when Pram wants to go back to steal the opportunity to kiss her again.

"Salesabila and Mbok Sum, Aa Pram soang jablay." Mentari took a step back, "Udah take a bath there. I want to cook in the kitchen. Aa, what are you going to eat?"

Pram clucking, "A little bit. The severance before separation." she said.

The Mentari chuckled with sparkling eyes, comforted with this man who was struggling to kiss him.

"It can be a little." Smiling mentari.

Pram applauded like a boy who was surprised. "This heat," Pram rubbed his palms, twitch, just also grabbed the waist of Mentari, Asih was already screaming below.

Mentari chuckled again while hugging Pram. "Later, in the bridal room. Not in this room."

Pram exhaled.

"Buruan diburan, mama bawel ntar. I'm wrong again." whispered Pram.

Mentari took off her embrace while nailing her gaze in Pram's eyes, Mentari brought her face closer. Instead of closing his eyes, Pram widened his eyes like seeing an apparition, Mentari smiled shyly as she quickly kissed Pram's jaw before bulging out.

The sun turned in the doorway. "Special."

Pram rubbed his yawning jaw, he revealed a shy smile.

"Finally my cheeks are not virgin anymore, so the more beautiful I am the same girl."

Pram whistled along the terracotta walled passage, bathed, fulfilled his obligations before descending down. Finding a Mentari in the kitchen.

"Honey, coffee dong." he asked, sitting next to Mentari.

Asih who just took out the cooking ingredients from the refrigerator sneered.

"Start spoiled, start anything to ask to be served. New also candidates have been told to make coffee."

Pram holds Mentari's hand under the table. "Emak did not know, Mentari had already finished Pram's room. So it's okay to just ask for coffee."

"Yes already if that is all making for everything, the mother and father of hot tea, others as they please neng geulis aja want to make what. We thank you, glad to hear." Grimacing.

Pram so grim looking at the surprised face of Mentari. Even though he was surprised by the open message, Mentari still did everything, cooking breakfast before leaving the Bagyo house to watch the morning in Pram's hometown.

"Wait a minute, Tar. I'll take your car first."

Mentari fluttering on the edge of the power pole, watching how the expanse of rice fields stretches wide in front of the house “Juragan Bagyo” as if nature is a witness where he was flabbergasted to see a two-door car that is none other than a pick up car containing a large blue barrel.

"Hayu, go. Had to work Aa to the dam." jeloroh Pram while looking out of the car window. Mentari grimaced amusedly as he stepped closer, fast Pram had brought a small towel all around his neck.

"Truly work, Aa?" Mentari asked.

"Dear, I want to marry you. My marriage cannot be thin! Scouts..." Pram patted his chest with his mouth while moving the car gears and pressing the gas pedal and clutch, bringing Mentari around his hometown with confidence. Soon again marriage cuy, no more burden to avoid the question of when to marry, Pram. Safe anyway now, can show off.

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To be continue and happy reading.