Old Girl Looking for Love
Gelo To Mellow's

Unlike Maryam who was experiencing BeTe syndrome that morning (Bener-Bener Teungtuingeun) alias too. Too sad, too languishing and desperate .. oh .. of course not! Antique girls like her and Rosmawati don't know the word despair, but ... melow a little is okay. Maryam is also an ordinary human, has a sense of normal people, even though she herself is in a level above normal aka normal up.

Rosmawati sang a little while continuing to tidy her hair in front of a small mirror attached to the wall of her room. He has changed his hairstyle many times because he felt it did not fit his mood at that time. He did not even realize that since then, Maryam was standing at the door of his room which was not closed properly.

A moment later, Rosmawati brought her face closer to the mirror and watched her own hair very closely.

"Why Lu? Ubanan before his time?"

Maryam's voice that sounded suddenly, instantly made Rosmawati gasp in shock. He glared perfectly at his conjoined twin best friend.

"You know yes! Basic jaelangkung!" Umpat Rosmawati is upset. "Good that my heart is still normal and healthy wal'afiat ..." continued the girl while stroking her chest. He also returned to his hair.

"Gue's been standing here, watch you, Ijem!" Maryam said with her ketus, "Emang want Lu apaain tuh hair? Don't you guys put on a magical memory from Lu's mom?" Ledek Maryam while entering and sitting at the end of Rosmawati's bed. His face still looked as chaotic as a street vendor who was torn apart by satpol PP.

"According to Lo, is it good that I have hair?" Rosmawati asked half a mutter. He continued to wander in front of the mirror, looking for the right hairstyle.

"It's better you go up all the hair, hbs it's you head with your left hand. If so, .. you need to use a rubber band. Beres, right?" Maryam's advice was to be.

Rosmawati was stunned for a while, for in the end she followed the advice of her conjoined twin friend. Breathing a sigh of relief, he returned to his daily flagship hairdo, the ponytail. A moment later, he pulled his hair back.

"I'm just saying gini! I just got shampooed. Honey, my hair still smells of shampoo" he said. He then took his sneakers.

"You're not going to the store, Mun?" Rosmawati asked as she put the shoes on her feet. Of course, time at the foot of the bed. He did not know if his soul mate was at that time was struck by an extraordinary turmoil.

"About. I'm not saying anything anymore" said Maryam while laying her body on the bed Rosmawati.

Rosmawati fell silent and stared at her best friend for a moment. As a friend of fate and struggle, friends share a contract and sometimes borrow underwear, radar in his heart can feel there is something else with Maryam.

"What's wrong, Mun?" Rosmawati asked as she approached Maryam who was still sleeping on her bed.

Maryam got up and sat down. He also made a short complaint.

"Today Charlie went back to Amrik, Jem," said Maryam with a sad face.

"Dih ... Why do you still think about him?" Rosmawati said in her very special sneering style.

"You don't know last night he came here and apologized to me" said Maryam with his face. At that time he really missed mak Odah. The eccentric mothers were indeed the most good at entertaining him when Maryam was sad.

Not sad because of heartbreak of course, because Maryam has never been dating. Rather sad because the value of mathematics and physics are always istikomah at the number six.

"Then Charlie said, are you the same?" Tanya Rosmawati was curious.

"The point is he apologizes to me, he said if he wanted to return to Amrik today .. aaaaaahh. I'm not going out with the artist ..." whining Maryam while holding her forehead and shaking her head.

"What if he wants to be your girlfriend?" Rosmawati Cibir.

"He said yes when Jamie thought he was my guy, Jem!" Maryam.

"Yes .. who knows he said that just because of your guilt, Mun," said Rosmawati discouraged and buried the hopes of her own best friend.

"She sang to me, Jem ..." fret Maryam.

"How do you want to?" Ask Rosmawati.

"Gue flush him with a bucket of water" replied Maryam.

Maryam was also bowed listlessly. Finally he chose to stand up and step towards the exit of Rosmawati's room.

"Where are you going, Lu?" Rosmawati. There was a bit of worry in his heart about his conjoined twin best friend.

Maryam was stunned and turned, "Searching for tranquility" said Maryam as she passed out.

Looking for the calmness that the girl meant was, watching a movie that of course starred Charlie Manfred. A fantasy action film with a horror seasoning titled "President Evil: The Werewolf and His Under°wear".

The worried Rosmawati continued to follow Maryam's movements on the long sofa in front of the television. "If I work, you won't kill yourself, will you?" Ask in a worried tone.

Maryam did not answer. He instead laid his body on his back and tilted his head, his eyes seriously glaring at the TV screen. "That's a damn good thing, he. My nyesel flush water, I should flush love and affection" he murmured.

"Mun, seriously! I'm really scared, right!" Rosmawati approached the girl and shook her shoulders.

"Apaan, hell, Jem! It's nothing to me! You will not kill yourself either! I still doyan cimol, seblak, soto Bandung.." Mary paused her sentence for a moment. "Hotdognya Memet," he continued.

"Wow, I forgot! I have to go to work now, but I haven't been picked up by Memet!" Rosmawati, who was on her knees, stood up and half ran to open the door.

"What if I get picked up?" Maryam sat down and looked at Rosmawati in wonder.

"Just be careful," said Rosmawati with her two eyeballs that move in an uncertain direction.

"Having been predicted that night .. she was weird, Mun. So like to smile on your own," said Rosmawati shuddering, then her body disappeared behind the door and left Maryam who returned to the handsome face of Charlienya who has now returned to fly to America.

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With a hasty step, Rosmawati cradled her backpack containing rubber hair, cell phone and bando scraft slayer. Last night, Joyce contacted him to prepare extra energy to welcome the arrival of an important investor, Mr. Blake is very influential.

Arriving at the lobby, Joyce had already confronted him with a trolley containing combat equipment. "Hurry, eleventh floor! It should be clean before nine!" He is like a queen. Queen savana.

"Aye .. aye, Captain!" rosmawati's soft cheers mimicked the intro of a beloved cartoon series in her honor, then clipped her hair a bit high using a rubber band. Not to forget he put up his bando slayer to cover the hair that he just washed after a week of keeping a distance with water.

Full of confidence, he pressed the 11th button on the elevator shortly after entering it. It didn't take long until he got to the meeting room. Rosmawati pushed her trolley towards the room. Snapping, he took out a washcloth from the trolley and attached it to the shoulder, while the other hand prepared a mop.

"Ehem!"

Rosmawati jumped to hear Deheman's voice. He turned around and was surprised by the figure that had just arrived. "Yes, my future husband. Golden Man," he murmured softly with his eyes sparkling beautifully.

"I beg you pardon?" Mr's Voice. Blake so sweetly stroked his eardrum.

"Oh, I mean, Good Morning, sir!" Erat Rosmawati's.

Mr. Blake nodded while observing the antique girl.

"You look different today" said the man briefly. He then passed from before Rosmawati and to the chair where he used to sit in meetings.

Mr. Blake looked gallant and authoritative as he pulled out his laptop and started seriously typing something.

Rosmawati could only be stunned when she looked at him. It was as if he could not believe the praise that had just been given to him. He clasped his mopstick tightly and muttered, "Mak, sido rabbi iki koyoke your son, Mak."

(Mak, so marry like your son, Mak)