Old Girl Looking for Love
Double Date

Rosmawati and Mehmet were already standing on the side of the road in front of the flat where the two girls lived. Rosmawati's face was visibly upset when she saw her conjoined twin best friend get off the taxi, with a handsome man. While folding both hands on his chest, Rosmawati glared perfectly at Maryam who only seemed to be a horse-like grin.

"Hi, Rose!" Say hello to Maryam without any guilt. It did not seem the slightest bit of sadness that he brought from the premiere gala event of the film Zombies Diaries. The girl just looked so cheerful and .. sucks.

"Don't, Munaroh!" Call Rose in Indonesian, the goal is that the two men do not understand their conversation.

"It's too late! I don't want to watch for nyariin elo. I worry about elo .. tunya elo even cool with the same guy! Really Lo, yeah!" Omel Rosmawati with a radiant face. The goal is not to invite suspicion of the two men.

Maryam was still grinning with her rancid style. He also still showed his sinless face in front of Rosmawati who at that time felt like he wanted to immediately invite Maryam to immediately fight freestyle.

"What the hell, Ros? Why am I?" Ask Maryam with ease.

"Elo ga why, but Lu's brain is the one that must be realized," said Rosmawati still with a sweet smile.

"My feelings are normal ..." murmured Maryam while scratching her head.

"That means your feelings must also be generated. Yes, you must be possessed!" Omel Rosmawati again. Again with a sweet smile.

"Wow .. You two are indeed best friends" Mehmet praised as he clapped with a big smile on his face.

Instantly the two girls turned to Mehmet who immediately stopped his cheering. The man now appears to be clueless about what is wrong with him.

"What's wrong?" Mehmet asked innocently. He looked at the two girls in turn.

"You!" Show the two girls with annoyance.

"Me? What's wrong with me?" Mehmet was getting clueless. "I don't understand" the man muttered while shaking his head.

"You don't need to understand!" Rosmawati said with annoyance.

"Si Memet from earlier made me spaneng," now Rosmawati whispered to Maryam as if nothing had happened to the two girls before.

"Mary, I have to go" Jamie Scott interrupted their conversation. He doesn't like it and isn't too comfortable with the situation there. After all, he must immediately give the new drug he bought for mrs. Harlekin.

However, before Jamie Scott left, suddenly a child came to them on a bicycle and appeared to put a leaflet on the wall of their rented flat.

On a whim, Maryam called the boy about twelve years old. He also asked for the leaflet. The boy with two rabbit teeth seemed enthusiastic to come to Maryam, "Circus in town! Circus in town!"

"What the hell?" Tanya Rosmawati was curious. Mehmet also approached the little boy.

"The night market, Ros," Maryam replied after reading the leaflet.

Jamie who was full of curiosity finally joined the group of little boys who had been eager for promotion. He then took out a piece from the pile of advertising paper that was in the little palm of the boy.

"Yo, girls! You should come with your boyfriends!" The boy exclaimed vigorously and stylized like a rapper.

"Oh, she's not my girlfriend."

"Oh, he's not my boyfriend."

Jamie and Rosmawati at the same time. Jamie points to Maryam, while Rosmawati points to Mehmet.

While Maryam and Mehmet nodded cheerfully, "Okay!"

Rosmawati also glanced at Maryam, her conjoined twin friend. "Gue would love to, but I don't want to be a mosquito repellent!" Chirp Maryam.

"I mean, Lo?" Ask Rosmawati.

"Entar elo the Memet, who am I the same? Carousel man?" Maryam glared at Rosmawati.

Rosmawati was stunned for a moment. And so is Maryam. After a few seconds, they got the idea. A bright smile with sparkling eyes rose on the faces of the two while glancing towards Jamie Scott who was still standing with his calm.

"Okay" Jamie Scott said without questioning. He smiled, even though his smile seemed half forced.

"Okay, deal!" Said Maryam as she took the tall man by the side.

Jamie Scott greeted Maryam's hand with a deep sigh. "Naon peuting's dream? Apes2 teuing," maybe that was what he had in mind back then.

......................

Mehmet's light brown eyes were so sparkling as Rosmawati subconsciously pulled her stocky arm towards a simple merry-go-round ride. "I never used to ride a merry-go-round. Mak always says, 'Ros! Scout your sisters!'. Finally I relented, it was my turn to go up, the party was about to close" said Rosmawati.

Mehmet responded to Rose's story with an elusive highlight. "Definitely exciting, Rose! Spend time with family" he said.

"Seru what! My sister was five, all wild, naughty, brutal, making everyone into an uproar!" Cerocos Rosmawati speaks like a rapper. Suddenly he remembered the lyrics of his favorite mandarin movie soundtrack, Kera Sakti.

"At least you still have parents and a brother, Rose," Mehmet said. His face looked lethargic.

Rosmawati was immediately stunned, "What do you mean?" He asked carefully and with an uncomfortable expression.

"I was born without knowing who my parents were. I grew up in an orphanage in the suburbs of Fujairah, one of the regions in the United Arab Emirates. Then I moved to Dubai, then I moved to Abu Dhabi and I ended up selling hotdogs in London" Mehmet said with a facial expression that returned to normal.

Rosmawati teary listening to haru Mehmet's story. Unexpectedly, the man full of smiles turned out to be harboring a sad past.

No matter the merry-go-round queue snaking behind him. Unheard of the vehicle operator who had been bertehem since then until his throat hurt.

If only seen with the inner eye, then the operator's head must have been billowing, emitting black smoke like a train because of the emotion of seeing the two lovebirds who did not also enter the carousel capsule. They even held a venting and counseling session in front of his eyes while the visitors behind them were impatient to get on the ride.

"Woii ijeem! Don't ride itu! There's something more exciting there!" The screams of Maryam's cry blew away Mehmet and Rosmawati's face-to-face sessions.

"No, ah! I want to ride the prince! Haven't been through a lifetime, yet!" Reject Rosmawati. But Maryam did not care. He kept pulling and dragging Rosmawati towards where she wanted to be.

Resigning, Rosmawati followed Maryam's will, followed by Mehmet of course. Meanwhile, the humans who swarmed in the queue behind the girl were mutinous-misuh in unison and congregate.

The operator of the vehicle also hit his hat on a buffer iron pole. In his heart he took an oath of absorption, so as not to meet with visitors who eat ati like the two couples again, because his life was so heavy without tea bottles of sausage. (What the hell is this, mom?)

"Gue knows Madame Jul! Scribbles!" Maryam is still dragging her.

"Who else, anyway?" Rosmawati asked annoyedly.

"Tuh, look!" Maryam pointed her index finger at a typical gypsy tent. Jamie's looking at him in a waist-turning manner.

"We're going to the shaman anyway, Mer! Our worship will not be accepted for 40 days, you know!" Rosmawati protests suddenly become shaliha.

"Come on, just make a smile, really! The chunky!" Maryam pushes Rosmawati's body into the tent, followed by Mehmet and Jamie. They were a little stunned to see the arrangement and layout of the antiques inside the tent. A woman sat grinning before them while caressing a large crystal ball with her round eyes.