Juragan Empang Meets Girl Lodging
Trouble for you?

Rujak and fried foods are already on the mat that Purwati holds in the park.

Silent mentari. He was annoyed to have to meet his eyes with Pram's eyes again, even his ears also had to hear the man's whistling. He hated that everything God gave Pram had magic. Fortunately, the Pram was quite cooperative because he did not improvise about the fitlogi his father did. Or already?

Mentari looked at Pram, the man who was in front of his father was engrossed in eating rujak while occasionally hoarding Joko and Susilo chatter about livestock and fish.

Mentari crossed their arms, witnessing their familiarity with the question marks hanging over their heads. He knew Pram and his work was in frequency with the fathers, but why should his father code the suit. Although it may be only a conclusion while he can not take it as usual, his father was the first to reject Bhishma, while his mother someone who always accepted whatever the decision of her husband and child. So Mentari is now worried himself. The magic must have been preached to his father, then his mother, kept him.

The mentari biting lips. Only then did he speak up when Pram again picked up fresh fruits that if most make mules.

"Don't do much, Pram. Your stomach can hurt" he said in a sullen tone.

Cancel pram put young pineapple in his mouth. He looked at the gemes with a flat face. "Why, Tar?"

"Later your stomach hurts."

Cieeeeee..., the longest and loudest Dara shouts complete with her face to the point that Purwati is shaking her head.

"Let her stomach hurt, Tar. Sok your attention is the same Om." he added and grabbed a small plate in Pram's hand.

"You're spending this on om if you're afraid his stomach hurts!"

The sun accepted the plate with a flabbergasted face.

"I just told you! If Pram still wants to eat, it's up to him, Ra! Don't do it ah, you're still not polite. Guttyel." Mentari returned the small plate to Pram's hand.

Uncompleted surprise Pram because of the behavior of Dara and Mentari. The two girls were fighting each other. Mentari denied any concern with Pram, but Dara's last rant left him silent.

"So you washed his clothes because you didn't want me to do it, did you, Tar? Even the clothes om that I have ironed you who brought to his room. Ah you, style snobs!"

Pram was stunned to hear the semprul sentence from Dara.

"So?" the man made a pause and said, "so you hurriedly nagged me just now for fear of my valuables Dara washing?" In front of them, fear raises yet another embarrassing question.

"So let's go of that, Pram. Yummy, right?" added Mentari then smiled flatly.

"Oh I must have finished, Tar, your mother's cooking is delicious and this Miss Purwati should have opened a restaurant. Must be hard practice." praise Pram sincerely.

Joko who agrees with Pram asserts, "Wongs are like Pram, only this in the village, food stalls are not so good, wong is mostly cooked by himself because it has a garden." obviously with a sad mimic, but immediately smile again.

"Maybe you have an idea? Dik Pram is a city person, often everywhere so much inspiration if said the Dance."

Pram nodded, there is still another way if there is talent mah. So a series of long sentences he gave to answer the curiosity of Mr. Joko.

"Where, Tar? Do you agree this inn we make a coffee place and a cafe ndeso that is contemporary as Pram explained." asked Joko to his son.

"We will discuss later, sir." concluded Mentari, "only capital has not been play agree whether sir and the Pram is really poison for the father!" the Mentari in the heart.

Pram who saw the gelagat Mentari immediately opened his mouth.

"I agree with Mr. Mentari, because making a cafe today must see the market and capital" he added, because of business affairs he understood the main problem.

Pram smiled triumphantly while looking at Mentari.

"Later in the afternoon take a walk to the yuk fish nursery pond, Tar. Let you choose what fish you want to keep" said Pram Kalem.

"I'm the one who chose it! It's not you who want to raise the pool back." Mentari crossing, "sama Dara aja, he wants to ride your car which is said to be very cool!"

Dara choked, because she did not want to be flayed alive by Mentari who was clearly just retaliating. Dara clucked in annoyance.

"The car is cool, but the people aren't!"

Everyone was flabbergasted, but not with Pram. The man smiled casually.

"Yes, you all go along. The car is fit to be together, more rame anyways better." Pram bargained.

Can you imagine the charming gap that Pram has prepared is the answer. Joko, the highest bureaucracy in the inn, immediately agreed with Pram's improvisation.

Death of the Mentari at that time. He stood up, walking fiercely towards the room. Then jump into bed.

"You shouldn't be close, Pram. You just stop by, you'll come home so stop being close and you'll – will make me ask what your behavior means!"

Mentari snarling. On the doorstep, Dara witnessed the girl's downfall as she glared after being satisfied to see the gemess who reminded her to be polite and not explode was frustrating herself.

"Lagian Om Pram really like what is just the mode of doang anyway? I have to prove this, if I was just joking around, what would I do? The mother said she had to be polite with the adults. It's just like the same Om is the exception," The girl grimaced nosily.

Pram took off his dirty clothes in the bathroom, a little activity this afternoon that was so tiring also did not take his mind of the geulis who blatantly teased him by mentioning the size of his pants. Pram grinning. His head became a mess of its own. How could the village virgin who often freed her face from makeup shake her way.

Pram restored his hair, such a beautiful chaotic feeling made him smile.

"I think everything changed and I can't deny being stranded here made me find one girl who could replace Pevita."

After the bath, the man was vigorously dressed while carrying a pile of dirty clothes out of the room. He went straight to the place to wash the clothes and went into his own house.

"Eh geulis, be diligent in your gravestone."

Mentari closed his eyes while removing Pram clothes from the washing machine. The girl turned around, convinced that the man was going to wash his own clothes.

"Put it there, let me soak it before washing." The sun pointed at the empty space near the washing machine while smiling flatly.

"Fear there's something about me besides you, Tar?" Pram smiled widely as he approached her.

"How is it? Trouble for you?" exclaim Mentari instantly.

Pram leaned his body until his breath hit Mentari's face.

"You know we marry dear so you can take care of me outside in — awwww.... How did you inject my leg, Tar? Want to play rough?" exclaim Pram upset.

"Weddings, you think marriage is good. I want to dry my clothes and make sure later in the afternoon do not make drama with my father. Watch out for you." jolted Mentari, pushing Pram's body with the basket he was carrying. "Stop baby, and don't make me play rough!" slow but cynical.

Pram get rid of with a scuff face. "We'll see what falls first, Tar. I'm what elo!"