Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Your future wife, Pram!

Pram down the stairs with a quick step while wearing a blue jacket dongker. He likes all the blue colors. Whether the sky blue, light blue, dark blue, blue dongker and consciously have to experience romance that moves blue.

Forced marriage was the only thing he wanted to throw out of life. It's not that he's allergic to female sex, or that he's a same-sex person. She is completely normal, likes to see women on online sites and even idolize Pevita Pearce as a dream woman. Just getting married? Forced? Pram did not think what conditions should happen afterwards even though Pram realized se-ks is something tempting.

Pram stopped in front of a mirror framed with wood carvings shaped like the sun while resting his hair. She looks fresh with a refreshing perfume of tea.

"Mom, I'm ready!" pram shouted as he turned his heels, he walked towards the living room. It looks like Bagyo and Asih have a gloomy face.

Pram. "Why Mak, don't you go?" tanyakanya.

Asih sighed while holding her husband's hand.

"See us, Pram. We've aged, can't wait to see you have a family" he said sadly.

Pram understands very well his mother is acting, although he does not deny that his parents are old. His father's gray hair is perfectly white on his head, his teeth are robbed and wearing dentures while his mother, although dapper and slalu wear make up and follow the times all parts of his body have been sagging, and his mother, even though she is still wearing makeup, except mouth. Her mother's mouth is sadistic.

"I'm actually the same mother and father, but I'm more kasian with the woman if forced to marry with me who is not good." replied Pram.

Asih leaned her head on Bagyo's arm, the romance of her face getting sadder.

"We will die of curiosity, mas" said Asih.

Bagyo's sunken eyes widened, inwardly he vowed not to die of curiosity.

"I want to die quietly, Sih." he said as he pinched Asih's waist slowly.

Asih cringed pain, but that state he used to dramatize the next situation.

"Pram still does not want to marry mas, but that's our last wish before the end is getting closer" Asih added to his son's determination.

But in the heart of Asih directly say prayers in earnest. O Allah, the words of the servant of peril are false, the servant of peril is forced only for the good of his beloved son.

Bagyo beristighfar, the look on his face was increasingly unhappy with his wife's words. While Pram was waist-ridden, the more he was pussy, the more his mother became-so, Pram thought.

"Already, Mother. We're not going?" ask Pram impatiently.

Asih nodded, he instead grabbed Pram's hand while raising his gaze.

"But you promise, Pram. This time please cooperate with him." persuaded Asih.

"Where are you really going? Don't talk too much, waste of time!" pram Cibir. A pair of eyes Pram glittering, wanted to be angry but held back until he unconsciously threw the wind hard.

Asih and Bagyo waltzed away without wasting any time. They came out of the house that had a blend of white and blue while rummaging annoyed.

"The smell of your fart is like a comb, Pram!" ejek Asih straight.

Pram chuckles as he opens the door to his Jeep Wrangler.

"Later to go straight to futsal, sir. So bring your own car." Pram was honest.

Not wanting to run away, Asih and Bagyo immediately entered the passenger seat. They grimaced as Pram turned his head while snorting in annoyance.

"Where are you going?" ask Pram ketus.

"Follow it to Jumali." Asih pointed to his car moving out of the parking lot.

Pram cleared his throat despite being curious and suspicious of the direction of the destination today. But he remained focused on following the black Avanza in front of him until the car turned into a housing.

Pram frowned. The simple but beautiful house in front of him was as open as waiting for guests.

"Whose house, Mama?" ask Pram.

"Your future wife, Pram."

The typical native-faced man with a sturdy jaw, a sharp nose and a yellow skin was immediately shocked.

"You don't have to make it!" reject Pram while turning his head to look at the rearview mirror, looking for a gap to get out of the parking lot. Naas Avanza next to it makes Jeep Wrangler which belongs to the category of large cars difficult to maneuver lightning from the narrow parking lot

"Damn it! Failed to tancep gas." umpat Pram while hitting the steering wheel. He let out a cold snort as he watched the master of the house begin to move toward them.

"I don't want to be forced into marriage, Mom!" pram said coldly, he shriveled disappointed by this decision of his mother who he thought was inconsequential.

Asih leaned over while stroking Pram's arm, calming and coaxing him..

"PDKT first, Pram. His son is beautiful, bahenol, his name is Susi. Mother's best friend's son in High School first. Mommy guarantees you remember her, because when she was little you often took a bath together in the pool." Asih said.

Pram laughed sadly, he was indifferent to his childhood memories. All he wanted now was to run away, run away, and run away. No matter what Susi is happy or has ever bathed with her. In my childhood, everything seemed ordinary. Nothing special, Pram thought.

"Just be polite, don't be shy of family" Asih said when his best friend almost approached the car.

Instantly Pram took a comb and pomade from the car dashboard to make a geeky impression of his hair. First impression do not look good if it can be ambyar or not good at sight, thought Pram while laughing cunningly in the heart.

"Susi, I'm sure you ilfill! Look at it later, you must be married to me even though we have a bath together. Don't care how you used to shadow me."

With determination, Pram lowered one by one his legs. Welcomed him by Susi who is truly sensual like the body of Nikita Mirzani.

"Damn, this soft meal." said Pram in the heart.

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To be continue and happy reading.