Old Girl Looking for Love
Happy Day

Rosmawati was still busy making the floor of the meeting room to be her kinclong-kinclong, when she heard Mr. Blake swearing on the phone. His boss's face was full of emotion and wrath. "Tony, please persuade Mr. A'angelo. He can't just tell us to change our plans. I've ordered a lot to our suppliers. It can't be undone, he said.

"Yes .. I know that. Mr. D'Angelo is worried that the building we're building will endanger the surroundings, as happened to the Walkie Talkie Building on Fenchurch Street," Mr. Panicked face. Blake is a concern for Rosmawati.

"Duh, what a handsome prospective master of yours, mother," muttered the girl while occasionally glancing at her boss.

"Then, how should I go?" Complain Mr. Blake.

"You just coat the glass with anti-reflection material," said Rosmawati spontaneously, then hurriedly covered her mouth.

Justin William Blake immediately set his sights on Rosmawati. Half glared at him staring at the girl, "You know it? The Walkie Talkie Building?"

(You know? About the Walkie Talkie Building?)

"Of course I know, sir. The Walkie Talkie Building is a skyscraper in the curved-shaped area of Fenchurch St. The walls are made of glass so that it reflects the sun's heat to the surroundings. To the extent that there is a jaguar car parked across the building, melted due to the reflection of sunlight," explained Rosmawati at length.

"Hmm, interesting. Go on!" Decide Mr. Blake wants Rosmawati to continue her story. He watched the girl's face closely while rubbing her chin.

"Sorry, Sir. I didn't mean to steal the listen, but because we were close. Your voice is cool. Uh, I mean, I can catch your turmoil. Surely you use a glass wall design, right? That's why your client refuses out of fear of such an event as the Walkie Talkie Building," cerocos Rosmawati, while Mr. Blake just nodded.

"On the one hand, you cannot cancel a contract with a supplier. So, my advice, you just coat the glass with anti-reflection material, so it can not reflect sunlight," he continued.

"Thickness too, yeah!" mr's eyes. Blake again sparkled, then again noticed Rosmawati, from the top of the head to the tip of the foot. "You're smart for the size of a janitor" the boss praised, making the girl's nose gobsmackle.

"I'm a graduate of London University, sir. Department of Physical Science, Faculty of Science," explained Rosmawati. Mr. Blake was a little bit stunned by it.

"Why did you end up being a building janitor?" ask the boss if he doesn't believe it.

"Because of fate, sir," replied Rosmawati grimacing. He wanted to tell me that he was close to working in his lecturer's physics lab, if only his friend had not slandered him for damaging expensive lab equipment, so Rosmawati was kicked out of the team and forced to work odd jobs to cover the cost of his life while in London. However, Rosmawati believes that her boss will not be interested in hearing the story. So he chose to grimace.

"Sir, Sheikh Abu Dhabi's entourage has arrived in the lobby" said Chelsea, Mr. Trump's personal secretary. Blake surprised them both. The blonde woman was already standing at the door.

"Yes, get your things done, Rose! My guest has arrived" ordered Mr. Blake is greeted with a nod of the head by Rosmawati. Deftly, the girl tidied up her cleaning equipment and rushed out.

"Oh, yeah. Thanks for your advice, yes! Your idea was absolutely brilliant!" Said Mr. Blake when Rosmawati is in the doorway.

"You're welcome, sir!" Reply Rosmawati with her smile as bright as the summer sun.

"Yes, canoe, Madame Juul. Ga nyesel I ngasi lu duit 100 pounds, if you are telling you this," muttered Rosmawati as she walked into the elevator. Rosmawati seemed to forget, Mehmet was the one who drained the contents of his pocket to pay for the gypsy woman's prophecy.

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All day just watching and enjoying the harmony of Charlie Manfred through the glass screen, in fact, makes Maryam joints feel uncomfortable. His shoulders felt stiff and his neck also felt crisp because all day he watched while lying on a chair.

Maryam got up and turned off the television and the dvd before she forgot. Yes, Maryam often has sudden amnesia. Not infrequently he forgot, whether that day he had brushed his teeth or not?

Just like today. The time showed at four in the afternoon. However, he only remembered that all day he had not washed his face at all.

"Ah .. I deserve something strange. Turns out I haven't washed my face and brushed my teeth yet" the girl muttered softly. He then took the time to see the refrigerator door where the photo of the handsome calm Jamie Dornan adored his heart and also a photo of Charlie Manfred.

"Hopefully aa Mfred did not get the flu because it was flush last night, yes a," said Maryam while kissing the photo of the two handsome men.

(In other places, Charlie Manfred suddenly sneezes twice while rubbing his nose. He covered his entire body with a blanket)

"What date is it now?" Maryam muttered while looking at the schedule carefully. Not long after, he smiled broadly.

"Ah .. means today is not a shower schedule. Thank goodness, I have done everything in accordance with the schedule and regulations that apply," said Maryam with relief. He grabbed his face wash soap and continued by brushing his teeth.

Thirty minutes passed, Maryam was now getting ready with her flagship style. Mary is a sweet girl. Despite her sweetness, she is very sweet with her girly appearance.

Mak Odah always warns himself to always maintain cleanliness. "Kade neng, tong hilap ibak tilu kali sadinten. Kosokan lupat-lepitna, meh teu dakian. Maenya geulis - geulis budug!" Order Mak Odah whenever there is an opportunity to talk via video call with Maryam.

(Don't forget, take a shower three times a day. Rub the sidelines so there is no foot. Gorgeous time of the canyon)

With ease and confidence Maryam immediately replied, "Mak sure! Neng tara hilap ibak unggal dinten oge. Apanan neng always apply a healthy and regular lifestyle."

(Surely mother! Neng never forgot to shower every day. Neng will always apply a healthy and regular lifestyle)

Then reality?

"Keun bae ah ... away ieuh!" Maryam murmured if she remembered the mother's advice.

(Biarin ah... far away this ko!)

With a carefree step accompanied by a small whistle, Maryam went down the stairs to the exit of the building. Suddenly, he was stunned and thought.

"I've got a key yet? Danger if I have not been the key, can-can the Kiki enter continue to steal the odol again rich yesterday," murmured Maryam. He rushed back upstairs.

Upon arrival at the door of her room, Maryam also checked the door that she had actually locked since.

"Well ... bad! It's locked, too,!" Maryam. He turned his body and was immediately surprised because Kiki had stood up while leaning against the door of his room.

"You're going again, huh? Oh my goodness .. I don't understand how you can survive in London with your behavior!" Sneaking it very tightly.

"All that every day just talk to Jackson, the evidence is still alive until now ... weee," Maryam replied as she stuck out her tongue. His mouth feels itchy if he does not reply to the Thai girl's babble.

Soon Maryam left the girl, before Kiki hummed again in a language she did not understand.

Evening in mid-summer, it is a pity to be missed. Maryam also decided to wait for her conjoined twin friends, her soulmate, a friend of the same fate, seiya sekata, even though they have a different type of dream man.

Patiently, Maryam waited for Rosmawati to come out of her office. Not long after, the girl with the ponytail appeared.

"Have you got a long time, Mun?" Sapa Rosmawati, "thank God .. I think you've killed yourself already" said Rosmawati.

"Hell, Lu!" Sergey Maryam, "if I kill myself and keep dying .. Then you're the first person I've made his life unsettled!" Babe Maryam at will.

"My co?" Rosmawati protested as she continued to walk beside Maryam, down the street until they finally reached the riverbank, where they used to contemplate life.

Maryam was stunned. "Tumben the Memet doesn't sell. A lot of money times yes he is," the girl murmured in surprise.

"Udahlah, biarin! I am sorry to see him again. My weakness!" Rosmawati. He invited Mary to sit down.

Maryam glanced at Rosmawati's bright, cheerful face like a thousand-watt spotlight. He could guess, surely his best friend had a happy story to share with him.