Old Girl Looking for Love
Madame Jul, The Visionary

The woman was called Madame Jul. She was a woman about forty years old and above. Curly-haired side edge with rose decoration on the right of her hair.

Wearing a two-piece wide dress typical of gypsy women in maroon. He did not seem uncomfortable in the slightest when showing off some of his raw papaya. His mischievous gaze he addressed to the two handsome men who entered his tent.

"Come in, Kids!" the woman gestured for the four young men to approach her immediately. Leaning a seductive smile from her red lips lit up like a vampire who had drunk fresh blood.

"All of a sudden I want the same great-grandmother in the village, Mun," whispered Rosmawati to Maryam.

"Why? Great-grandfather Lu sexy rich is that?" Chirp Maryam.

"Where is. My great-grandfather had to steam first if I wanted to be rich. It's tuh .. the anunya ..." point Rosmawati with her eye gesture.

Maryam stared fixedly at the woman who was concentrating with the crystal ball before her. He looked closely at the woman.

"They're not saying ah!" Denied Maryam who immediately replied to a clap on the girl's arm.

"Ish .. you! Not that one, but another one. I mean ... her lips ..." whispered Rosmawati again.

Maryam again furrowed her brows. He had no idea what his best friend meant. "That great-grandfather Lu still likes to wear that red lipstick, Jem? Wow ... cool really! I did not dare to use that rich color," Maryam muttered increasingly irritated Rosmawati.

"No, Munaroh! I want my great-grandmother's time is up, her lips are rich," said Rosmawati.

Maryam also glanced at her conjoined twin friends. "How important is it that I know that?"

"There is no ..." said Rosmawati with his leisure.

"Heleh .. convulsions in my heart!" Maryam Umbrella. He invited his best friend to meet Madame Jul.

Although hesitating, Rosmawati approached the woman with menor makeup and looked very sharp, especially because Maryam continued to force her. The two girls stand in front of Madame Jul.

"Who's first?" Madame Jul asked with a look of horror that she alternately presented to Maryam and Rosmawati. Meanwhile, Jamie and Mehmet were just standing behind the two girls.

Jamie Scott even repeatedly scratched his non-itchy forehead. This was the first silliness of his life.

Before meeting the magical creature named Maryam, Jamie Scott is a person who plates only. He never did anything strange, much less anything unreasonable. He spends his life on things that smell like work. Drawing sketches, designing buildings and meetings with work relations. He forgot to plan his own future.

He has built dozens of skyscrapers, but he forgot to build a romantic, dramatic, and certainly bombastic relationship.

Returning to the antique duo, responding to Madame Jul's question, Maryam immediately pointed to her best friend, Rosmawati.

"Why me?" Rosmawati protest, "And you're the one who jumped?" Continue the girl with a wrinkled face.

"Yes .. I'm just talking, but what will be predicted is you!" Appoint Maryam at will and make Rosmawati scratch her head. This is what sometimes makes Rosmawati feel sorry for having a friend like Maryam. "Stop my heart, Lord!" Rosmawati muttered while stroking her chest many times.

"Mary, isn't it?" Madame Jul pointed her finger at Maryam. "Sit down!" Suddenly told. His tone rose, making everyone in the room shocked. As hypnotized, Maryam came forward pulling out a chair and sat down before the gypsy woman.

"And you, handsome! Sit right next to her!" Madame Jul commands Jamie Scott, but with a much softer tone.

The tall man pointed at his own nose and said, "Me?"

"Yes, you! Sit down! Hurry up! Chop chop! Time is money" the woman clapped her hands together. With extreme force, Jamie complies and pulls up the seat next to Maryam.

Madame Jul looked at Jamie with a flirtatious look, then grabbed the man's hand. "Whoaa, your palm is huge, young man!" Excitement with sparkling eyes. "This is a feature of hardworking and tireless, although sometimes you find it difficult to refuse the requests of others" he said, rubbing Jamie Scott's palm gently.

A moment later Madame Jul glanced at Maryam. "Hopefully this girl by your side can tear down the huge wall you built, yeah!" Madame Jul winked. "And remember it .. don't be afraid to say love before it's too late! Or someone will take him away!" It sounds like warning.

Jamie who did not understand at all with the intent of the rambler's words just nodded lazily, hoping that this scene would quickly end.

Another case with Maryam, she glared at Madame Jul enthusiastically. "What does that girl mean is me, Madame?" Ask.

"Who else? Okay. 50 pounds, quick! Next one!"  Madame Jul said as she moved her hand at Rosmawati to get the girl closer.

"50 pounds? Very expensive!" Maryam glared, then turned to look at Jamie while grimacing.

"Oh, My God!" Jamie patted his forehead before reaching into his pants pocket and pulled out a note. "Here you go! This is the last time you take me to a place like this, huh! More no!" The man put the money in front of Madame Jul and then stood up and went out of the tent.

"Oh, then, I can take you somewhere other than the night market, right?" Maryam stood up and followed Jamie.

"No!" Jamie's voice firmly left Maryam stunned and a little surprised.

Meanwhile, Rosmawati ignored the two humans' quarrel. He leisurely sat on the chair Maryam had occupied before.

"Aladdin! Here!" Madame Jul told Mehmet to sit next to Rosmawati. The woman observed Mehmet and Rosmawati in turn. Moments later, his gaze was fixed on Mehmet. Unexpectedly, Madame Jul touched Mehmet's jaw which was overgrown with fine feathers, making Rosmawati gawk.

"You smell good, young man! I like it! Your face is handsome, it reminds me of my former lover," he said with eyes wide.

"Have you?" Rosmawati. "When was it? What was the time of the second world war?" Chirper Rosmawati.

Madame Jul looked at Rosmawati sharply, "I'm not that old, huh! For you I'll charge 70 pounds!" Said firmly.

"Eh, basic! Pen°til pineapple! It seems like a malakin person. Not yet predicted!" Omel Rosmawati in English. Of course so that the gypsy woman does not understand the meaning. However, apparently Madame Jul is not so concerned, because now she has switched to wiping the chest field Mehmet.

"Your life is full of struggles, young man! The type of loyal man who will never stop until what he wants is achieved. But baby, I'm not the woman you want me to be. Lucky is he who gets your love" said Madame Jul who initially looked gently at Mehmet and ended up glancing sharply at Rosmawati. The girl simply rolled her eyes while yawning.

"And you!" Madame Jul pulled Rosmawati's palm tight and patted her hard.

"Ouch!" Pekik Rosmawati is in pain.

"Rose!" Exclaim Madame Jul who brought her face closer to Rosmawati while sniffing.

"What the hell is this guy! Make me insecure. Does he know that I rarely shower, huh?" Inner Rosmawati.

"Rose, you're lucky! He is the perfect match for you! He is a golden man! A mix of rich and handsome. A real man who likes to watch you in silence."

Rosmawati was stunned by Madame Jul's prediction. His mind was on Mr. Blake. Its characteristics were exactly the same as those just mentioned by the astrologer. "So he's my soul mate?" He asked with floating wishful thinking, filled with images of his boss's face.

"Yes, yeah, yeah! Now where's 70 pounds!" Tag the woman while moving her palms.

Mehmet sigap took out tens of pounds from his wallet. "It's all for you" he said.

"100 pounds?" Madame Jul took the note lying in front of her and kissed her many times.

Regardless of Madame Jul's 180-degree turn when she touches the money, Rosmawati and Mehmet pitch out of the tent imagining two different things. Mehmet imagined himself marrying Rosmawati, because the word of the sage was ringing constantly in his head. The woman said that the soul mate Rosmawati is a real man who likes to watch her in silence, in accordance with her.

While Rosmawati unceasingly imagined Mr. Blake. "Golden man? Golden man? Y aampuun," he muttered while giggling.