Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Falling star

The mood changed quietly. Pram absorbs the charm of Mentari's face that is so anxious behind his ayu face. Pram smiled, not being honest once is okay, he just wanted to keep the girl still have charm on top of her failure with the lutung that Pram knows the name for the former fiance Mentari.

"Sir Joko says don't mess around while I'm renting your inn, Tar. He said he would be in Jakarta as well as your father if I take all sorts!"

"Lied!" sergeant Mentari.

Pram boasted a smile while pulling the handbrake and again spurring his car.

"At first I was also surprised why your father told me not to mess around, do I look like a brand, Tar?" pram asked intentionally, wanting to know Mentari's reaction to him.

The sun can't stand to breathe out. If in the runut again from the beginning they met clearly one word he would pin it behind the name Pram. But it can still be replaced related to their meeting not as much as the number of chicken fingers, after all the classic proverb says do not know then do not love. So Pram introduced himself in front of the Mentari family, then only acquaintances used to be with him formally. It's not like I'm the host and you're the guest, that kind of thing would be the dividing wall. So if you think about it cool also Pram way. No worries without coercion.

"As you said yesterday. People can be evil if there are opportunities and opportunities, so I can't say you look like any brand because I haven't known you long enough." I'm realistic Mentari.

"Yups, I agree." Pram nodded while remaining focused on driving.

"But you can judge people by the way they care about you. After all, the first view does not only apply to people who fall like it, but also is universal. So at most your first glance when I nongol to hpmu must be inward gini, this is a very strange person who knows the phone asking to be a fake girlfriend!" the cerocos then grimaced.

The sun looked away, then smiled strangely. "Pram is really chatty!" his inner.

"Well, it must be my mind that doesn't!" accuse Pram directly.

"Oh my goodness, Pram! You're the mother's child what a shaman's child is, why are all your accusations true."

Finally the gemes ngaku too, wear insistent anyway. I'm right to relax so that the gesrek is not big head, this is so sick his sprains finally los too. Caught without a shadow.

"That makes you blush? Why, don't you see guys like me?"

"Grandie?" imu Mentari cutely then nodded, "Rarely true because I only once met guest innmen kayak you. I'm pretentious to be a son of a shaman whose work makes you worried. Jesus, geez!"

"Especially Ieh Tar, know the dream losmen aja from the brochure. I thought your inn first asked for a tumbal, apparently, diem-diem nyimpen virgin."

"Brochure?"

"Yes the brochure," answered Pram straightforwardly, "shocked?"

"Where?" tanya Mentari was surprised, "I never made a promotional inn from a brochure. That's very old, Pram."

Haha, Pram terbahak, it turns out that the brochure is indeed powerful.

"From Mr. Mulyadi, your neighbor in the village. He opened a roadside car park in Jakarta. Play there sometime, Tar. Belom was never, was it?"

Mentari shook slowly. "After college in Jogja I immediately worked in hospitality and only returned two years ago. So never go anywhere." let alone I already have a bisma mas at that time.

"You want to be with me tomorrow, pretty you can get a free ride, bonus nginep again at my house if you want." Pram singled out a smile, it was a real offer, not the seduction of a weathered bachelor of inattention. The house is enough for a lot of people.

"I have responsibilities, Pram." The mentari looks sad.

"I also have, but instead of wanting to be arrogant about my job more than you, that's just why I chose to run away. My mother, very complicated until gedeg gueh Iurusi." Pram bobbing heads, kejadjan reflex when talking about his mother.

Mentari immediately remembered why Pram had run away and the reasons he only knew today. Likewise with a short chat when he pretended to be Pevita.

"Why are you lying, Pram? It's not like your mother who so wishes you were married to Pevita."

"Pevita?" Pram parroted, his face immediately grimaced. "Pevita is an artist, Tar. Where could I marry him, in the most dreams I could. In the real world? My status is just a master pampang could not be coupled with the big name Pevita Pearce. Her mother also believes, that's what is so complicated at the ends." he explained in continuing with laughter.

Mentari was really surprised, original in addition to coming up in a very different way, the Pram was really clever using the opportunity.

"Peace with yourself while accepting the reality that you must be looking for a soul mate again!"

Car turns to gas station.

"You going to the toilet?" tawar Pram's.

"When I go to the dress shop I want to, Pram. I want to change clothes." replied Mentari, embarrassed, kebaya that since then wanted to immediately throw from his body. The gracefully arranged mana bun decorated with jasmine flowers made her like a runaway bride.

Pram whistled, holding back laughter seeing the Mentari's giggles wearing a kebaya that exposed it as skin on his chest.

"Touch-count exercise let's be familiar the same name kebaya. Some of you add geulis tau use it." he praised before getting out of the car.

Pram pays for gasoline while running fast to the mini market, buying some food and drinks and getting back in the car.

"Are you really buying clothes?" ask Pram, kasian also if you let long wear kebaya. Especially to Dieng, cold for mercy. Back home instead of happy out of healing that there is only a cold and lackluster.

"No Pram, I just want to get out of the wedding anyway."

"Teruuus to his Dieng is off?" exclaim Pram does not believe, already halfway though, unfortunately the purpose of healing today failed.

The sun soaks his dry lips. "Not that, we're going to Dieng only I'm not getting out of the car. Can you?" deal it with a hopeful face.

"I'm going to Arjuna temple, Tari. It's not good to be alone. Later you pretend to be an ajalah model if embarrassed, sophisticated phone, have a good camera. Or do not we pretend prewedding ngirit, the photos themselves are that."

Pram's idea made Mentari close his eyes and exhale tired.

Prewedding ngirit's. No problem, the prewedding is problematic.

Finally the silent greeting while biting his lower lip Mentari nodded resignedly. This one guest will actually have him blacklisted at a later date after checking out later.

"But beware that you're laughing over my embarrassment!"

"Wadauuuw, laughter is forbidden. So laugh before Mentari bersab—awww, sick Dance, play pinch-cubit aja."

"You've done a lot of pram!" exclaim Mentari upset. Feeling that what is set in the soul has been torn apart by the mouth of that one bucket.

Pram's retained laughter finally exploded until his stomach hardened and his eyes watered.

"Let's relax, Tar. His name is human, and nothing is perfect. So, do not jaim with meeh. I know what fried chicken was yesterday for!"

Once again the pinch landed on Pram's arm, once again until it was red and satisfied his sense of regret.

"Rasain, you make me fail perfect tau!" shouted Mentari firmly, although he really could not cover his own flower taste of this incident.

"Awas you Pram if you give an ugly star to my innmen, I'll give you that fried claw for memories!"

Pram. "Thank you, Tar. It is quite possible to get souvenirs from dream inns. Anyway, I won't give ugly stars to your inn, I want to give shooting stars so you can make new hopes."

Mentari threw his face while crossing. In his mind, he was still waiting for the shooting star to become a beautiful natural phenomenon for him.

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To be continue and happy reading.