Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Do you agree, Pram?

Pram staggered to follow the Asih steps that did not care about the pain of being dragged, twisted and pulled.

"Where are you going, Mom? I don't need my ear jewelers." Pram protested annoyed, "gue is not a child anymore!"

Hearing the word 'gue' Asih inflamed, he added strength to pull out Pram's ears.

Pram groans in pain. "Durhaka mother is the same child!" yells.

Shifting the door. They passed through the kitchen, turned into the dining room, down the corridor of the five-meter-long room before ending up in the living room.

Bagyo pouted while folding the morning newspaper. Chaos has read it ritual, but there is a case that he is following. Farm animals such as cows are being attacked by mouth and foot diseases. The attack of the plague shadowed him day and night, he was afraid that at any time the plague also infected his cattle. Cows. Third commodity after chicken cut and laying.

"Gue - I, most of your style, Pram." reply Asih fiercely. Bagyo returned the newspaper to the bottom of the table while looking at the upcoming war.

"Emak is fine asking you to marry me. Mom set you free looking for an important woman not a woman of the night. Look at you, look at you. Look at your behavior! The boy. Instead of welcoming mom and dad well you even stick. Pram's shame is your age." he boasted while shaking the body on the sofa.

Pram puffed up while scratching his leg. "That's why I know I'm still a kid, why I'm still getting married. What kind of mother, the girl I married. Ngurus boy!" sindirnya.

Asih clucked while pulling again Pram's ears with anxiety. His jaw hardened and in annoyance he fixed his veil.

"O Allah, do not make me an ungodly mother!" say Asih really. "Hamba Sahaya just doesn't want Pramoedya Aji, my arjun to be a middle-aged single!"

Sum chuckled while putting iced oranges and fried yams on the table.

"Slave casep, in the marriage just do not want, really strange" said Sum protested. "Married is good, mas. Just mbok up to have five children." I'm clear. Sum grimaced happily.

Pram continued to scratch until his skin almost blisters. Asih, although upset and achy to see the behavior of his son, he reached into his bag. Eucalyptus oil bottle, a magical object that he must carry anywhere after bearing the title as a new elderly.

"Thirty-five years is no longer a boy, Pram. That age is already worth building a household" Asih said.

Under normal circumstances such a verbal abuse should be Pram who massages his mother's legs while seducing to approve her marriage. But this abnormal state of affairs makes it all upside down. Asih rubbed the ant bite marks with oil while massaging Pram's feet.

"The mother's neighbors in the village already have two children. Your sisters are also married. Rame Pram's house, not like here. Similar graves. Sepi nyenyet." said Asih, undaunted to persuade Pram to give up his stint.

Pram's gaze so glazed over, redeeming the clouds, while continuing to fly high into the Milky Way galaxy.

"Rame, definitely ribet. I had a shadow of his little children, seliweran, screaming, like my grandfather. I became more males marriage." her inner, "so mending this house looks like a grave. Ayem tentrem and comfortable." Pram agreed.

"You agree, Pram?" sahut Asih's.

Pram sighed, he just hated having to be serious and this kind of conversation. He can count, in every month his parents will come to Jakarta for the sake of only attacking him with the same statement ;

'How about you, already have a girlfriend?'

Every Pram says not yet, his mother will reply ;

'The shame of each breed line is constantly asked when the ghost of Jeng Asih? When is the wedding ceremony. Mak's out of lies, Pram. Come on, work together. You marry. Mother love the rice field one hectare.'

"I don't want to be a bad boy, Mom. Just don't force me to get married. I haven't found the right girl to face in-laws like you, Mak." I'm Pram.

Asih drain the oil and apply it to Pram's mouth while snorting bitterly.

"It is precisely that that makes you disobey the same mother, Pram. You're being careless!"

Pram chuckled while rubbing his lips, he gulped the orange ice to the end. She knew her mother couldn't sleep well if she wasn't married. But marriage? The shadows will guard the heart, love the wife wholeheartedly, not to mention having a baby, the sense of weight will shrink slowly when it happens.

"Mother." Pram dropped his body on the carpet, aligning his position with his mother's. Pram was cross-legged while sighing tiredly for today. Consciously, this kind of business will never end before he married, married, had children and became a tough stud of the Subagyo Sudiro Atmojo family.

"What's that for, Mom? It's also good to make a lot of money, to be happy-happy. Happy living. If you are angry, God will be angry. Mak violated his destiny by forcing me to marry spit-and-seek when it was not yet the time" Pram said seriously.

Asih never stopped praying for his son, but why has that prayer not been answered? Kosasih thought, is Pram also praying fervently to refuse his prayer?

Asih Kontan feel frustrated himself. Persuading Pram is like persuading a sloth to run. Impossible.

"Any mother should get rid of a ghost as soon as possible! Mak does not want to lose with Wirasti, your bulik is actually complete with his responsibilities, while mother? Oh, my God, Robbi. Now, you take a shower, and then come with mom." Asih sighed while patting Pram's shoulder.

Pram. "Where, Mom? I have a futsal schedule later."

"There is, and you must obey! If not. What good pram are we doing mas?" ask her husband.

Bagyo pretended to slice his neck with a dramatic expression.

"Good history, Pram!"

Pram grunts while moving. His face was completely lazy and tired of his parents' drama.

"Have a mother and a father who are very gini-gini, O Allah. Luckily, if not. I've been going abroad for a long time so TKI. Thank goodness that it was important to meet sexy Barbie and avoid this humorous family drama."

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Asih chew fried yam while waiting for Pram bath.

"We have to gercep mas, the meeting with Jeng Nia's family must succeed. Danger of the Pram if you become a bachelor for life. It could be his legacy later only for poya-foya or later fell into the hands of your greedy brothers, Mas. Mom doesn't want that to happen. Pram should get married."

Bagyo exhaled, "Close, Sih. What matters is that Pram does not torture you. Kasian him, already from childhood we are concerned."

Asih nodded slowly while raising both of his thumbs up high. "Beres mas, I can arrange."

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To be continue and happy reading.