Old Girl Looking for Love
Summer Spirits

The first day of summer in London. A beautiful city that is known throughout the world. A city famous for its world-renowned icons.

Who doesn't know about the giant clock tower called Big Ben? The beautiful River Thames, the London Eye, and of course Buckingham Palace.

Ah ... one more ... David Beckham, that's for sure. Who doesn't know this guy? Men with above average good looks and are timeless.

Then what makes two thick friends Maryam and Rosmawati so at home living in the land of Queen Elizabeth?

Hmm ... About what, huh? Not because they want to look cool or anything like that, because in fact they are not there to be a conglomerate or a famous artist. Of course it's impossible.

Ah .. actually it's possible if they want. However, unfortunately there is not a single producer who is interested in recruiting them, even just to be a makeup player.

Yeah, of course you are. They were not born to be an artist, despite the fact that they know almost all famous Hollywood actresses and actors.

Who would not be tempted by a row of handsome blondes, beautiful colorful eyes, and of course, no need to explain at length and too detailed.

Maryam, twenty-three year old girl. Working in a cake shop has been almost a year. Her goal is to become a designer. He has a high interest in the world of fashion, sometimes always imagining if he is a model, but he prefers to be a designer of course despite the fact that it brings him to the kitchen, and make him have to wrestle with wheat flour dough. One more thing, the cute long-haired girl is better known by the name Mary among her other friends. The greatest desire in him is to have a beautiful lover like Jamie Dornan. Yeah, of course you are. Every thing about a Jamie.

Rosmawati is the same age as Maryam. He was only a few months older. But he often felt like a senior. I don't know what the straight-haired girl thought? It always talks about parallel worlds, time machines, delta waves and. However, behind it all .. he wants to get married at the age of twenty-three years. Twenty-three years? It doesn't feel possible. Because until now, in fact he is still alone and only befriended with his fantasies about a famous actor named Scott Easwood. Rose that's the girl's nickname.

Yes, that's how life is. We only have ideals, but sometimes the path of fate actually leads us to deviate far from what we become our desires. It's okay, as long as it doesn't make us goofy.

The time had already shown at eighteen, but the atmosphere was still very bright. Maryam had already finished her shift at the cake shop. After cleaning the work equipment and mopping the floor, he said goodbye to the shop owner who he used to call Mrs. Harlekin.

With a carefree step while whistling, Maryam passed the pavement in the center of London's office to Rosmawati's office.

No, Rosmawati is not an office worker. He is just a cleaning service officer whose job besides cleaning office rooms and serving employees, he also works to observe his superiors, who for him have a face similar to his idol actors.

Maryam sat and waited in the lobby, giving a glance around the spacious and luxurious room. Suddenly his gaze stopped on the tall figure passing several meters before him.

Maryam was stunned with a gaping mouth, fortunately her saliva was not dripping at that time.

"Aa Jamie ..." de°sah slowly with sparkling eyes. His face was straight. Tired because all day standing with the oven tangkring was as if vanished from within him.

"Kenape loe's? The persambet?" A pat on the girl's shoulder, brought Maryam back to the real world after a while and flew off into another realm.

"Rose!" Pekik Maryam restrained. "Have you done the job?" Maryam with her startled expression that looked very silly.

"Udah! Why anyway? I thought I saw a ghost?" Lecar Rose.

"No!" Denied Maryam while shaking her head firmly.

"That's .. anu .. I was seeing Jamie. Aa Jamie Dornan, my favorite actor!" Maryam cried while jumping while sticking her palms together on the chest

"But it was very similar!" Maryam is still insistent.

"Udah, yuk, go home!" Take Rosmawati and pull Mary's wrist immediately, without warning.

"Don't make a fuss here! I'm buying a hotdog, you want to?" Bargainly.

"OK it" said Maryam limply. He was like a child led by his mother.

"Oath yes, the guy was really like Jamie," he said fiery even though Rosmawati did not tease him at all.

Rosmawati drags the slender body of her best friend and invites him to hang out in a hotdog stand on the banks of the Thames. That is a mandatory ritual that they always do every time they come home from their respective workplaces.

After ordering two halal-stamped hotdogs, the two antique girls immediately sat on an iron bench and devoured them. That means ... gobbling up the hotdog they just bought.

Occasionally the hot dog seller with a typical Middle Eastern face glanced at the two girls who were chatting excitingly.

"Eh, by the way about the artist, this .. you know what, your other favorite artist? What's that name? The one with yellow hair is like Kiki's tooth?" Rosmawati asked with her mouth full of food.

Maryam aka Mary melengos when Rosmawati aka Rose called the name of Kiki who incidentally is a neighbor of their chatty flat for mercy.

"The Charlie Manfred?" Guess Mary with furrowed eyebrows.

"Yes, thatu... Charlie Kang! The famous Hollywood artist ..." exclaimed Rose as she pointed her index finger at Mary.

"Why him? Don't call Kang ah! Is he a lick?" Mary was interested.

"He's coming to London! Premiere of her latest film!" Rose said enthusiastically.

"Oh, huh?" Jump Mary with sparkling eyes. "Where will he go?" His enthusiasm is becoming more and more.

"Well, here's the thrill. The Chelsea, Mr. Secretary. Blake, who used to treat me every time I came home from work, had an acquaintance who worked at the Mandarin Oriental Hotel. Well ... rumour has it, Charlie's kang is going to stay at that hotel!" Obviously Rose.

"Chelsea said that his friend could make it to nyelundupin we enter the hotel, so we could meet Charlie kang for us mintain signature," Rose explained excitedly.

"You doong!" Shouted Mary excitedly and made the people who were there instantly turn their heads towards them.

"But .. We only have five minutes to go! Can not sign, we have to unplug before the time is up five minutes!"

"Whatever it is, the important thing is that I can meet him!" peekik Mary. To the extent that two dating people who sit on a bench that is parallel to their bench again jumped in shock and misuh-misuh, in English of course.

"okay! Chelsea said in a week we have to be ready! Pedic meni! Nyalon! Just prepare ourselves as beautifully as possible to welcome Charlie!"

"Okay, deal!" Mary nodded steadily, then fell silent as if thinking. "Eh, you ngajak nyalon, any money?"

"Nothing!" sahut Rose cuek while chewing hotdog.

"Well, continues? I just got kasbon last week with Mrs. Harlekin," Mary said.

Rose sniffed her shoulders, "Not to think about it! The wind will come from an unexpected direction. The important thing is sure!" He clenched his right hand vigorously.

From a distance of a few meters, the hotdog seller listened to their conversation, which although they did not want to hear, but their booming voice could propagate up to a radius of 20 meters. The hot dog seller who when observed well, looks like Zayn Malik is smiling faintly towards Rose and Mary.