Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Warm insides

Pram threw an impatient look at the gate of his house. He waited for his guests to come to enliven the atmosphere of study at his home. While in the room, Mentari was letting Asih wear a dusty pink hijab on her head.

"Beautiful, Pram must be more crazy about you, Tari." Asih pinched her mantel cheek with anxiety. Ah really who does not want to be the daughter-in-law of Asih's mother. It's fine, royal, but rancid. He likes to talk, but he likes to be right. Are all parents the same, certainly different. So think about the beautiful while fantasizing about the fine.

The sun is smiling while looking in the mirror. This morning before noon after spending a morning that turned out to be very busy until his energy was needed. He looks charming in a dress made of satin and a little brocade on the body.

"May just be crazy, Mom, but don't be crazy. I'll be bothered and hard to realize."

Asih laughed, then the usual conversation continued by discussing the return home event. With eyes narrowed slightly unsettled, without much ina-inu, Asih touched both shoulders of Mentari. He made sure they were just the two of them.

"Emak just ask not to stay there long, yes, Dance. Mom is worried that your ex will fight again with Pram. Cassian she is, unhappy."

"Okay, mom." Mentari nodded, to be honest he was hardly surprised by the warning because he just wanted to sleep in his room, see the fog in his house, and tell his parents about his pregnancy. Then go home, and suddenly Pram comes in with a panicked face.

"Mom, Mak" he said as he pointed forward and was anxious. Pram was filled with gratitude, but also suddenly felt a wave of confusing emotions.

"Why casep, what's up? See demit?" savour Asih, Mentari heard.

"There's Tatiana down below." replied Pram. Mentari immediately stood next to her in-laws, embracing her mother's sculpting back with a cold expression despite the slowly warming weather outside.

"Why is he here, what is Pram for. Didn't he get enough of it." Look to Mentari.

"I've known him, Mak." explained Mentari, "we've met a few days ago."

"But what did you meet, brash, did he–"

Mentari. "No, not what you'd imagine. "

"Oh Allah, Pram, Dance. Mother still hates him, he who makes you worry about your future, Pram." continued Asih, as if he could not be held back again he exhaled a rough breath.

Pram tries his best to explain everything, both from the point of view of Mentari and himself.

"Why did he come here? What's he doing, Pram?"

"You want our baby, Mom. Why else would this be a study event, not a brawl. Besides the rame-rames below." said Pram, "we're fine."

"Yes already come down, mother wants to know if she still has a look and dare to look at mother." challenged Asih. Pram thought, Asih just jokingly angry when he met Tatiana, husband, and son Asih put a ketus attitude, even he did not want to shake Tatiana's hand.

"I thought you were a ghost, it turned out to be a tadpole." chirped Asih irritated in front of three people who asked to meet in person.

"Oma, what is it?" chirping the child Tatiana with curious as well as mimic a plain face.

Asih stroked the soft silky hair of the little girl wearing the pink bandana.

"Main the same Oma's grandchildren behind the house, geulis. Many fish there, funny, later can ask Pakde Aji to be brought home" he said gently.

"By baby, but be careful." Tatiana smiled, looking briefly at her daughter's puzzled little steps towards the backyard before Mentari took the girl's little hand.

Tatiana then looked at Asih who was looking at her without even lowering her turbidity from her face.

"Ana's sorry for what happened, mom. Sorry Ana and Mas Abri didn't see mom immediately."

As if seeing a tense series, Pram from a distance looked at them seriously and tensely.

"Ngapain elo, bro? Not calm, Ana same Abri faced with the super jutek mother?" ron asked from behind him.

"I'm surprised Ana's coming, Ron. I think we're still in a dispute." Pram turned his body, the Roni so grimaced.

"But it's good, look, mother elo told them to shut up. Emang not about mother elo if angry, still remember me, he rampaged in the hospital after making Abri battered."

Pram can only smile thinly. Most men if not fight yet afdol vent his anger.

"My father is ready, jerk off. I'll find Mentari first." Pram patted Mentari's shoulder, "Cath, learn to cook elo so Roni does not knead gini. Kasian I see it like I don't take care of it."

Catherine, Roni's wife so grimaced while holding her husband's waist.

"Women should not be able to cook Pram. Women's emancipation is right now. I've been there looking for your wife who has not asked bojoku to be a trader. If it fits, baby Roni's a salesman."

Pram cracked up while shaking his head. He pushed the back door and rocked it.

Pram whistling. "So, baby, here. I'll eat the fish, later. I want to start studying!"

Like already trained to babysit, Mentari whistled despite failing miserably to command the children of his best friend Pram.

"Come in, let's ask Pram to call the name of the fish, if you can't, then we ask for a lot of ice cream. Request pizza and egg crust. Mauuu?"

"Mouuu." A group of children simultaneously approached Pram. One by one of them then asked the names of the fish that Pram had.

"Come on answer. Yes, um, answer."

The little laugh. "Udah buy ice cream just easy, Aa. When else can I get together kayak gini. It's warm."

Pram looked inside the house. "Woi, who feels like having a child please dong, in the care of this krucil-krukilnya. I want to doain my own krucil. Help out! I can't answer, catfish me hundreds. Oh, I give you a name."

An amused laugh immediately sounded lively at Pram's house before the lecture took place solemnly, seriously, and full of warmth. Mentari and Pram also look so solemn chanting sacred prayers for the future beloved baby.

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