Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
For milk.

"Surely the apple doesn't want to be halved, Mentari?" pram asked when the meal was toilet, "i'm not good."

Serious PRAM. Accustomed to sharing with his younger siblings when becoming ordinary citizens who are slow in terms of economy and affect the amount of food in his family. Pram felt he had to divide the apple by the size of his hand into two.

"I have an orange inside, Pram." Mentari finished cleaning up the rest of their afternoon meal on the tray. "Just eat it for you as a mouth wash."

"Really?"

"Yes!"

Pram immediately bit his apple strongly, unmitigated immediately lost half into his mouth.

"I'm staying inside huh, Pram. And you should time your magrib into the room." said Mentari commemorate.

Pram was immediately hit by worries about his guess earlier. Kuntilanak's nest! Where the night the air gets colder. Not to mention nature increasingly hints that the place is a place that closes itself as a stopover of tranquility.

The trees lined up as if in agreement with the lush foliage covering the twilight rays that came. The sound of crickets fluorescent, adding natural melodies under the foot of the mountain whose exotic beauty amazes climbers to immediately climb every inch of land that tests patience and cooperation.

Unfortunately the exoticism of beauty that occurs when the sun is still faithfully accompany. And when the sun disappears, dark shades and away from the crowd add to the impression of awesomeness that shrinks Pram's guts. He admitted, growing up in the capital city with majestic power that get rid of urban legend stories made him not afraid if only adventuring in the early morning, but in this inn, he said, exotic beauty and shade of an inn eleven twelve with exotic mountain not far from the house Mentari.

Beautiful is scary too.

Again make Pram aware, there is something balanced. Except for him, not yet balanced because it is still alone.

"Why should it be inside, Mentari? Any rules apply here?" he panicked, standing with his mouth still chewing the apple.

Aware of his words enough to make Pram afraid, Mentari smiled kindly.

"Nothing, just what do you want the magribs in Pram's garden alone?"

Spotlight Pram's eyes immediately widened.

"Playing me. But really, why am I here magrib-magrib, want to nyatpam!" pram grumbled in his heart, "someone I want to take care of. Girl like Mentari I see pretty daring to risk being a waitress myself."

Pram spends the fruit that has the Latin name malus domestica then throw the origin of the seeds into the bushes.

"Okay, I'm just a little bit horrified by the bamboo grove Mentari. Not disturbing, right? I mean, inhabitants. You understand, time doesn't."

"Don't bother if you don't run around there yelling Pram!" the Mentari description is serious, despite the temptation to scare Pram, "joking. I stayed up late at night."

"Don't you get it long? I need a Mentari adaptation, at least the first night here" Pram said with a barely smiling lip as Mentari heeded her request.

"I wait!" Pram yelled with Mentari's steps towards his private home.

The sun exhales while standing restlessly in the room. Already bathing and beautiful girl who bears as a flower village is not in doubt. Just seeing Pram's strange facial expression made him a little worried. Mentari is willing to accept all calls to just chat tonight. It's just, the two of you in a cold night?

Mentari took a breath, prayed Dara immediately came home and took over her duties because the two men were almost the same character. Suitable and origin nyablak.

"Start!" Pram shouted at the door, "The lamp is alive!"

"Pram!" Mentari hastily exited the house. He grimaced to see how dark the inns were to the point that the man turned on the hp lamp.

"Sorry - sorry, Pram. You must be uncomfortable." The sun rushed towards all the sacred while turning on all the lights.

Pram sighs in relief. His sense of hunger because the bamboo grove had not subsided, before the magrib he who chained in the middle of the door began to be vigilant when absolutely no humans entered the area of the inn. It is clear that he chose to be flushed to the Mentari's private home to seek help.

"I'm finally safe again." then chuckle. "Thank you, Tar."

Mentari. "Wait in the living room for a second, I'll grab the keys and the wallet first."

Pram says hesitating. "Don't you go long!"

The sun turned and then grimaced. "Emang losmen looks so haunted until Pram kayak men are afraid of the dark." The ringing on Mentari's lips gets wider. He pushed open the door, put on a jacket and picked up his wallet, key and stuffed it into his pocket.

The mentari ran down the steps, across the hallway of room number seven, six, five before turning towards room number one which became the VIP room of the dream inn.

"Pram.., um...,"

"But, just put on a jacket!"

Lying to Pram, he came out of the room with a perfume stronger than before even though he was wearing a jacket.

"I'm ready!" said spirit.

"Yes." Yeah." Mentari could see the spirit of Pram who wanted to rush out of his inn.

On the sidewalk of the house, Mentari turned on his motorbike. For a moment he looked at Pram who was watching him closely.

"You're ahead, Pram. I will show you the way" said Mentari, the best solution of his own fear.

"Do not point the way, I know Mentari." Pram grimaced while showing his phone showing all the locations around the inn.

"So let's go up, I'm a good driver, you'll be safe." Pram smiled sincerely, "i'm a good driver, so good I don't know behind my own back my best friend cornered my girlfriend!" pram in the Heart.

Mentari awkwardly climbed on the bike, looking at his wide and strapping back as if inviting him to lean his head there. Mentari exhaled, only this time he was back in the same seat as the man after breaking up from Bhishma.

"Ready?" pram asked, banging his bike out after the answer from the girl made him momentarily out of a gripping calmness.

Pram bergeber motor with pleasure, his adventurous soul spurred explore sepinya road until Mentari thought the man wanted to quickly get to the place to eat.

"That's a good thing where's Mentari?" yell Pram. The motor turns to the left, down the street with a dim opportunity.

"So he said eat his oatmeal just like high-protein milk!" sindir Mentari's.

"I'm not strong, Tar. I'm afraid I'll catch a cold and get more to take care of you!"

"Ready!"

Pram took the bike faster and swerved as Mentari's hand gripped his jacket.

"Pram, be careful."

"Forgot!" Pram terbahak, "in Jakarta I can not mention this Mentari. Sorry."

"Geez!" mentari commented, he was back together when Pram reduced the speed of the bike.

"This is better?"

"Yes!"

"Oh so you like mediocre, Tar?"

"For what?"

"Everything."

Mentari nodded without Pram knowing. "Fast or later depending on the needs of Pram, everything has its own calculation."

"Keep if you're cold, you'd rather be on the move than hurry?" pram commented, he rubbed his moist and completely cold knees.

The sunari smiled. Understand if the temperature difference between Jakarta and at the foot of the mountain is so drastically different that he would not want to allow Pram to gas.

"Handle, Mentari!" yell Pram.

"NO!!!"

"No, let it be safe too."

Aware of the girl behind him does not want and chooses to grip the hand grip of the motorcycle seat Pram chuckles.

"Not a slut!" his praise.

The motor stops in front of a rural mini market. Gegas, Pram and Mentari went inside to the cereal and milk search area.

"Is there high protein milk, Pram?" ask Mentari.

Pram shook his head quickly. "Maybe this is a mini market in the countryside so there is rarely any milk brand, Mentari. But no problem, tomorrow afternoon I can search the city or buy online."

Pram's smile makes Mentari relieved. "I'm sorry, besides you didn't give me any important request notes so I'm not ready!"

Pram dumbfounded. A little protest made him understand, Mentari is not as formal as he imagined. Work professionalism was only a shield from the other side of Mentari that was covered by the friendliness of a worker.

"So you started protesting over milk?" comment Pram instantly.

The face of the Mentari is instantly reddish when the milk is called so clearly by the man.

"Not - that's not what I mean, just if there's an important note I bought it from noon." The sun turned around, grabbing a pack of oatmeal to avoid Pram.

"Is there anything you want to buy Pram again?" ask Mentari.

Pram grabbed a pack of peanuts and two packs of cigarettes from the storefront.

"This is what I paid for myself, would you like?" tawar Pram while pointing at the oatmeal wrap that Mentari remet strong.

"Do not buy something for the inn, try to remember again if there is something important, dear gasoline far here just buy oatmeal."

It feels reminded Mentari directly take the shopping cart. In the wait the girl patiently and a stylish celebrity-style sweet smile in front of the camera lens.

"Here you go, sorry for a long time." Mentari put his basket on the cashier's desk and Pram had paid the rent full service fee bought some lights that trembled.

Pram smears a smile. "Make what?" tanyanya.

"There's a cowardly guest in the inn, so I want to change the lights to be at home."

"Smarketing school?" tukas Pram, it's okay to say coward, it's true. Honestly one hundred percent he was afraid of the dhedhemitan nation.

"D3 hospitality in Jogja." Mentari felt his jacket, his face was in a fit of panic and anxiety. "Lho.., I know, my wallet doesn't exist" he said in panic, fumbling with all the pockets on his clothes.

Pram so jelelalikan to the whole store, nothing. "I'm looking outside, maybe it fell out earlier when we were jockeying" he said in a regretful tone.

"Aduh Pram time yes you own way. I'm not good."

Cashier guards stared at their trivial debate while still counting the amount of groceries of its customers.

"So what about you, ma'am? A total of one hundred and fifty thousand five hundred." he said indifferently.

"Wear this, I'm out, you order pecel lele. I'm two equal servings of oranges without sugar." Pram put two hundred thousand bills on the table and rushed out.

The dumbstruck mentor stared at the back of the man who was quick to help him.

"Prams."

"Why Mother?"

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To be continue and happy reading.