Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
The journey to lawful.

Two days before the wedding day. Busyness in the Mentari family home is no less lively with busyness at the house of the Bagyo photographer.

Asih enclose his long pasmina while pushing the door of Pram's room that has been cleaned from the shadows of the former. Now the room is painted white, clean.

“Kasep, wedding ring have you bought yet?” shouts on the doorstep.

Pram twisted his body after putting his phone under a pillow.

"Udah, mom. The Mentari doesn't like jewelry, she likes Aa's attention." Pram got up, opened his bag, took out one jewelry box he bought from the savings.

Asih flicked his hand, bowing his head as Pram opened the plain black box. "This is your taste, Pram?"

Pram took a breath, tomorrow morning they had to leave for central Java, and precisely today they only prepare a wedding ceremony, he said, for the preparation of a new ghost party will be done a week after the marriage contract. And if his mother protests with her jewelry tastes and has to go again, buy and spend the budget again. Pram is tired, tired of longing and just wants to be lazy in the room.

Asih looked at Pram with a flat face. Then grimaced amusedly. "How much is this?"

"Break, Mom. Don't have to discuss. Get out first, mom. Just get ready for tomorrow. And remember this Mak, tomorrow the spell decor is not to wear real flowers, wear fake only, I'm allergic to flowers."

"So far from what do you want? Sleep-bed? While this old mother and father must be busy heroes?" cibir Asih while returning the jewelry box on the table.

"And mom and dad are just foremen, after all, all prepare has been taken care of." Pram smiled warmly. "Thank you, mother. Happy and calm, is Pram getting married?"

"Allah, O Allah, the son is one, but his marriage is far. Thank you for the picnic. That's why my mom hired all the tour buses, two, the sedangan, not the big ones. Make a stop by Dieng, buy carica."

Pram grimaced amused, also please be advised. Asih and Bagyo where ever far away. Pol - pol West Jakarta - Java.

"Like mother. The mother is also mother. I only give advice, all those who participate are told to bring a jacket, socks, headgear, and trousers. In the cold Mentari place. Brrrr.., a lot of fog in the morning." Asih so imagine how the atmosphere at the Mentari house.

"What's so cold like in Bogor, Aa?"

"Eleven twelve, Mother. So mom and dad should get enough rest." Pram hugs his mother out of the room

"If it hasn't been done yet, you can't calm down, Pram. Have you called Mentari? How's the preparation there? Been busy?"

"Kalo in the village mah new cook-cook mak, greet you guests who come, give the envelope so, the same as here. And Mentari was busy meeting the guests who came."

Asih mangosteen, "Keep tomorrow we nginep where, Pram? At the foot of the mountain is it far from the hotel?" ask her while guessing.

"Hotel jasmine a lot, Mak. No papa nginep in that hotel? The village chief there has given his lodging permission to be our halfway house."

"You're sure papa, Pram. Didn't lose him?"

Pram bobbing head. It has been imagined how the heart of Bhishma when she knew her home became a place of rest for the family of her future husband ex-fiancee. Hot and rumbling, sick and untreatable.

Pram so smiled then, smiling triumphantly.

"Besan mom who is chatty, we as guests received a clean and thank you. Aren't you?" he shouted at the back house, his brothers who were busy huddling while making lemper so divert attention to the mother and child.

Asih up and down his eyebrows with amused face. "Let's donggg, time doesn't."

Pram also raises his eyebrows with a different idea of course. Bhishma, repaid already pain Mentari with this marriage. Hope you enjoy it.

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The next day at the home of the manager of Bagyo the arrival of two bus tourism full AC, WiFi and karaoke make Pram's heartbeat more rhythmic.

"It feels like I'm running out of the treadmill an hour, severe deg-degan. Is Mentari also?" muttered Pram while watching one by one brothers and important people in his hometown get into the bus.

"Why is it dry, you want to faint?" salsabila was holding her daughter while her husband was stuffing her suitcase into the trunk of a car.

"Not fainted, Bill. But it's a long journey, take a crowd. Aa's responsibility is all this." Pram's responsibility with a vibrating voice.

Salsabila so giggling to see Pram's face getting restless. "Pray atuh, Aa. After all, tomorrow is already married, do not need to call Mentari every day, keep saying Aa kangen."

Pram so grunt annoyed. An hour later, three cars and two buses finally moved. And as a bride-to-be, Pram is obliged to sit sweetly, should not drive his own car because of the fear of Asih, his son will be exhausted and not handsome face when Ijab kabul.

"I'm coming, Tar. Bring a passionate longing in the bridal room."

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To be continue and happy reading.