Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Langurs.

Mentari held out a thermos and ration after lunch that felt good for him and the guest hostess.

"Hopefully stay at the top later, Maxime" said Mentari sincerely and embarrassed. However, a brief meeting with Maxime opened up a little about his personal affairs with Bhishma.

"One more time I thank Mentari. I like this inn, but I'm the same cement immediately plucked into another city after going down the mountain. So my thermos is my package yes."

Maxime felt bad, had spent only a few hours, asked for free wedang uwuh one thermos plus filled ration meal still take the flask away.

"Just relax Maxime, after all, it's the flask of a guest inn who missed. It's been a long time, so just take a walk because the flask would rather ride in a car than in the same kitchen mom!" seloroh Mentari with a warm smile.

Maxime smiled while making sure there were no items left in the dream inn. The place for a moment to unwind and take a shower before finally stopping that feels fast and lightning that leaves a little story in the dream inn.

"I thank you for choosing your dream inn to be your stopover. Careful, Max."

Not yet had Maxime said, the teary-eyed man who had turned on the car engine and put it forward shouted his name.

"Buruan, bro!"

Maxime cursed while running small chasing his car, he jumped into the car tub while turning to see Mentari.

"Gue promised I'd turn this flask around, Mentari. Thanks so much for today!" shouted Maxime who was ready to be crushed by his sister with a banana boiled from Mentari.

"Like your monkey brother, very noisy!"

Maxime snatched his sister's phone to photograph two young women waving to them. Mentari and Dara.

"Hopefully you will like the journal I created, Mentari. See you very soon candidate....!"

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The gentle blowing of the wind creates a rustling sound among the leaves of the trees that shade the innards.

The departure of the only guest inn makes the atmosphere again quiet. There is no activity other than ordinary household activities that occur in the Mentari family's private home, and the only activity that can be done when quiet is to sit back like two girls in the inn yard steps.

"Make it, Tar." Dara praised who I know while smiling broadly.

Mentari's forehead looks wrinkled.

"Who?" tanyanya while pulling the phone from the pocket of her pants. His flexible work as an online and real life receptionist required him to carry the flat object to check email and promotional purposes.

The Mentari's forehead is getting cringing with the head which then looks in any direction.

"The guest whose name is Maxime is like a single Tar, itself is that compared to his friends who have a pair." commented Dara, after which he grimaced, "ask the number can be? Want acquaintance." he added shameless despite smiling carelessly.

"Can't, Ra." Mentari stands, "you will know the code of ethics to maintain the identity of customers. It can't be comot."

Dara sniffed while following Mentari walked quickly to the rambutan tree in the outermost corner of the inn.

"Why, Tar? What's up?" dara asked frantically as she grabbed Mentari's arm holding her back to stop.

"Mas Bisma, Ra. He still keeps ngintipin me. Nih look..," Mentari thrust her phone right in Dara's face.

Dara cursed, looked at again the photo carefully, clearly not using a drone, he thought while remembering the tree leaves are quite clear.

"It's a good thing you broke up with her, Tar. If not, do not know I imagine how your marriage is with him, maybe yes if there are mothers bathing in the river at the same core as him." Dara screeched, "that lutung-like behavior!"

Dara pulled Mentari's hand and took her to a place she knew exactly where.

"HEY, LANGUR! DOWN YOU!" shouted Dara while puffing.

"But your head, Ra! Watch your talk."

Dara clucked again while pushing Bisma's shoulder as the thin-moustached man leaped from the rambutan tree.

"Thank you dong mas, you already have a wife. Would you like to be beaten up by the people for still disturbing Mentari?"

"Udah, Ra." Cut off Mentari, "later the length of the business."

"Can't, Tar. And I'm your best friend can't be fooled by the behavior of this jerk like this Bhishma mas."

Bisma almost slapped Dara's cheek if the girl did not immediately fend off Bisma's hand with a look that had been provoked by emotion.

"You've cheated, you want to be a rude man again. Udahlah mas Bhishma, than you nangkring directly on the tree kayak lutung mending home. Take care of your pregnant wife don't bother Mentari anymore!" dara said cynically.

Bhishma gave a rude snort, how could he forget about Mentari who was looking at her irritatedly quickly.

"So, can we talk to you both?" bisma asked with a look of hope, indifferent to Dara who was fierce like a stepmother.

Mentari shook her head while inching behind Dara. Friends of all tastes will surely bark again if the bisma is all kinds.

"Rightly what Dara said mas, mas should be able to take care of your wife's heart now. After all, it was a decision, I hurt for the sake of pleasure for a moment and I do not want the situation in the village noisily again. So the Bhishma's getting out of here!" mentari said firmly.

Sebersit a sense of disappointment etched on the surface of the face Bisma.

"But you must hear my explanation first, Mentari, I want you to hear first that I'm just a khilaf and I hope that because of your great love for me you can forgive me." Bisma tried to grab Mentari's hand.

"Ciatzett." Dara brushed off Bhishma's hand as quickly as she fended off the annoying green fly. "GO! If I don't get possessed and bully you to ask for forgiveness!"

"That's supposed to be you, Ra! Why are you still here? Don't have a place to stay? Who were you, just a child picking a songong you really are." Bisma menonyor Dara's.

A moment of anger that soared high made Dara push the body of Bhishma until the man fell on the surface of the rocky ground.

"Me and Mentari can finally be grateful and breathe a sigh of relief if all this time the Bhishma that so proud of many people turned out, cuihh..." Dara spit, his sometimes rude and disrespectful attitude makes Mentari sometimes shudder in horror, but sometimes his attitude now makes him feel a little calm.

"And one more yes dear Bhishma, although Mentari was never the slightest bit angry with you, but he no longer wants to be with you. You look like a nutty who likes to hang on a tree, uh jerk again. So please escape Mentari or this village back excited with the news of the son of the cheating kades again! Shame on Bhishma to be ashamed, where would your father's face be?"

Bisma clenched her hands, but she who was in love with Mentari fooled herself.

"What because of that man, Mentari? The guy who took the same picture as you?" Bisma standing, caving.

Gelagapan mentari. "Maxime," he murmured inwardly.

"Javab, Mentari? Have you moved on from me?" force Bisma again.

Dara was also curious who the man in the meaning of the so-called lutung.

"Who, Tar? Guests earlier?"

Mentari inched backwards and chose to run towards the inn yard.

"I swear you're a stint if you're still interested in Mentari again! Watch you!" threaten Dara while merengos away.

Bisma kicked the air with the phrase swear. "I can't calm down, Mentariiii!"

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To be continue and happy reading.