Old Girl Looking for Love
Vibe Sunday

"Hi, Bang!" Say hello to Maryam with a big smile to the hotdog seller. The man from the Middle East turned his head and immediately returned a warm Maryam smile.

The hotdog guy was almost the same age as Maryam and Rosmawati. That is according to his confession, because the two twin girls different father not a mother had never once checked his identity card directly.

Oh .. of course it will never be done, because the two girls are not begal who will forcibly seize the valuables belonging to a man named Mehmet, this is a copy of the beautiful Zayn Malik.

Mehmet looked to the right and left of Mary with a astonished face. It looks like he is looking for the figure of Rosmawati who usually always comes alone with Maryam. However, that afternoon Rosmawati did not appear there.

"Tumben himself, which twin are you?" Asked the man with his Middle Eastern accent that sounded so thick.

"You asked Rose?" Lure Maryam with a grin while wiggling her index finger straight at Mehmet.

Mehmet blushed in shame. He also rubbed his forehead. The man did pay more attention to Rosmawati since a long time ago, since the two girls started subscribing to her hotdog. It means .. the hotdog he sold.

Rosmawati had actually been aware of that from the beginning. However, the main goal in his life is not a hotdog seller, but a handsome CEO in the company where he works. A man he called Mr. Blake.

Justin William Blake's. Handsome man with a posture of 183 cm. Blue-eyed with brown hair that is always neatly combed. Hair that always looks shiny, because he definitely wears an expensive and branded pomade.

Justin is a calm guy and of course authoritative. He always looked so dazzling in all situations, even when he yawned widely many times due to exhaustion after a long day in the meeting room.

That afternoon, Justin was still in his room. I don't know what makes him not immediately go home to his luxury penthouse, because at that time he still looks cool with a laptop in front of him. He did not even notice when Rosmawati came in and served him a cup of warm tea.

"Lemon tea, sir," said Rosmawati politely. He stood in front of the handsome man while hugging the tray of stainles tightly in his chest.

"Thank you" said Justin without looking at the girl

It was like floating around when Justin said that word. His voice, his tone, his face.

The line of former Rosmawati mah passed by. Sapto, Cahyono, Martono, and Junaidi, seemed to evaporate just like the wind that blows from the natural sewer, with a distinctive aroma that is as fragrant and blaring. It's out, yeah forget it. Let someone else accept the impact.

Very different from Mr. Blake. He's a complete package of four perfectly healthy five. Physical and spiritual medicine. Born and bathin.

Ah ... amazing ....

A moment later Justin turned his gaze for a moment to the girl with tan skin, who had been standing while watching the tie that had been loosened with two buttons open top shirt.

The soft guys started dancing on the girl's head, singing cheerfully and waking Rosmawati's dirty mind. He continued to watch Justin the boss, with a hallucinatory smile.

Justin shifted his eyes. His pair of blue eyes stared fixedly at Rosmawati accompanied by a calm smile from those thin lips. "Not home yet, Rose?" Ask the man with a sexy tone like the voice of the dangdut king, which makes Rosmawati straight and want to immediately sway the style of a pantura artist.

"Rose ... wait for Brother to come home," said Rosmawati flirtatious while winking her eyes with a friendly. Not to forget he posed biting the tip of his index finger with a look pretentious sexy eyes. Actually, he also could not bear to immediately pose the style of the legendary Marilyn Monroe, but he held it first for the next session.

"Hareudang-hareudang teuing ieu tea!" Justin complained suddenly while shaking his hand many times near his face.

"Huh .. sultry huh, Bang?" Rosmawati gawked with both eyebrows that were about to meet. Inwardly, Rosmawati was astonished. Only this time there is a bule totok can speak Sundanese language so fluently.

"You want Rose to open her tie, don't you, Bang?" Rosmawati did not want to waste that golden opportunity. Deftly both his hands immediately grabbed the necktie of his beloved man and pulled him slowly ala-ala scene in a movie.

"It's so hard, Bang?" Rosmawati complains with her grin. All that romance began to disappear instantly.

"What's the tie for? Rope raffia?" Rosmawati increasingly taut pull the tie worn Justin and make the tall man increasingly bowed his body with a face expression that seemed to choke.

"Oh, what the fuck, anyway?" Suddenly there was a woman's voice coming out from those thin reddish lips.

"Sweetie, I'm snapping too, lo!" The voice again made Rosmawati more powerful pull the tie.

But now, Rosmawati felt pain in her scalp. "Admudu .. sick, Bang! It hurts!" Strangled Rosmawati with a loud voice. The pain that spread made him open his eyes and realize.

It turned out that it was not Justin he saw now, but Maryam who was ferocious who was grabbing his hair, while his hands were also between the children of Maryam's hair. The girl with wavy hair grimaced as she endured the pain in her head.

"Well, Mer?" Rosmawati pushed Maryam almost out of bed.

"Who is pulling my hair? Where's my bed ploughed again!" Maryam grumbled with annoyance. His emotions have reached the crown. In a moment he will soon bring out his fangs and magical claws.

"It hurts! What's the crab?" Murmur Rosmawati while rubbing her head. He stood up and held a pillow, intending to get out of his friend's room.

"Yee, you're the first time you're nervous!" Maryam's murmur with compact eyes and lips revealed an unusually irritated expression.

"Eat it before going to bed should you well .. wash your feet, clean claws, keep reading prayer!" Appoint Maryam with smoke rising from the top of her head. He also rubbed his head which hurt.

"Here you keep my hair! Where I just shampooed again!" Maryam continued to grumble in annoyance. He also began to curse using German, his hometown language that was not understood by Rosmawati.

"Well! So it was just a dream?" Rosmawati stared blankly at her best friend. He complained slowly too.

"What dream is it anyway? How to get people's hair?" Ask Maryam. He began to calm himself.

"I dream of opening my dear brother's tie" Rosmawati replied with a shy blush as she twisted her hair, making Mary want to vomit right then and there.

"Boss lu? Mr. Blake?" Ledek Maryam with a cynical look to Rosmawati who was still smiling herself.

Rosmawati nodded quickly.

"Ngayal your job!" Ledek Maryam again, "Where to the room!" Banish Maryam with a sneer for her best friend.

"Eh ... uh .. My pillow is not to be carried, Ijem!" Maryam cried again while glaring sharply with a straight index finger fixed to Rosmawati who was about to pass out from inside her room.

"Now!" Rosmawati throws a pillow right at Maryam's head. "Basic bullies people's dreams!" His mouth with a sneering tone.

"Morning dreams! Wanted the Memet!" Maryam said before her best friend actually came out of her room.

"Who else is that?" Rosmawati turned to Mary, who was smiling and hugging the pillow she had thrown, "Not knowing me!" Rosmawati passed and slammed the door of Maryam's room so hard.

Not long after, the door opened again. Rosmawati poked her head while saying, "Don't forget, tomorrow's the schedule!" The message, "Remember our goal this week! Nyalon and spa!" Continue as he moves his eyebrows up and down simultaneously.

After that, Rosmawati closed the door again.

Maryam mend°esah quietly, "If you were a rich man, you don't need to ramen first to go to the spa ..." he said while shaking his head. It also evaporated long.

When the pillow was rearranged, he immediately broke his body. Slowly dreamland again mastered it. Mary fell asleep with a million wishes for the morning.

But just now he was going back to sleep, suddenly a noise was heard from behind the walls of his room. "Sir, what else is Ijem?" Maryam grumbled with annoyance.

Mary rose from her bed lazily. He opened the door of his room and headed to Rosmawati's room next door to her to make sure there was something going on with the girl.

"Don't let him get possessed" Maryam muttered as she opened Rosmawati's room door.