Old Girl Looking for Love
Is That You?

Today Rosmawati is different. Although still wearing a janitor's uniform, but he slightly put on makeup and also his hair. She also wore a much more colorful lipstick that day.

"Cie .. cie .. who is in love again," seduced Maryam while grinning.

"Gue also took a shower just now, Mun! You don't want to give thanks?" Tanya Rosmawati was proud of her best friend's attitude.

Rosmawati should be proud at that time, the article today is not a schedule for bathing.

"God me!" Maryam Cibir. "You should have taken a shower yesterday, Ijem!" Follow the girl again.

"What's the difference yesterday is the same today? His name is a bath, Mun," said Rosmawati again. He did not want to ruin his mood by having Mary argue, because it would only make his heart feel tired.

Maryam then looks at Rosmawati's lipstick collection. There are three lipsticks there with the same brand and the same color.

"New lipstick yes, Jem," asked Maryam as she opened the lipstick and turned it around. "Wuiiih .. red!" Maryam. "Since when do you like gini color lipstick, Jem? There were three of them, too" Maryam continued to play the lipstick.

"Try something new, Mun. I also have rich Flower Swift lips" said Rosmawati while tidying up the lipstick she just applied to her lips.

"It just so happens to be a discount, so I buy three at a time, make supplies" Rosmawati said. He was busy with his lips.

Maryam put the lipstick back on. Shaking her head slowly, the girl said, "It's so fun to hunt for discounts. Even the items you don't need you also buy because of discounts," said Maryam again with no understanding.

"Eh ... Mun I bought just in case of preparation. Sometimes you need it, right?" Kill Rosmawati.

Mary passed from Rosmawati's room. However, a few moments later his head came back from behind the door.

"Eh, Jem! At the Central Hospital again there is free cataract surgery" said Maryam.

"Lah ... What does this have to do with me?" Rosmawati suddenly sewot.

"Just in case of Lu's preparations!" Ledek Maryam again while giggling.

"Oh, bummer!" Rosmawati poked her lips. Not caring for Maryam who jogged tiktok in front of him, Rosmawati immediately grabbed her sneakers and got out of the flat.

Half-running him down the stairs, towards the highway. As promised yesterday, today Rosmawati must come early to prepare a meeting room as neat and beautiful as possible to welcome the arrival of a great guest. Who else if not the Oil King of Abu Dhabi.

While stepping, Rosmawati's mind floated on the figure of a sheikh who he thought was very similar to someone. His mind wondered, 'Who does it look like, huh?'. Unknowingly, he was in the office lobby.

The new Joyce came in haste. "Come on, Rose! We have to hurry! Sheikh is advancing his schedule! He'll be here at 7 in the morning!" Joyce exclaimed as she pulled Rosmawati's arm towards the cleaning room.

"Well ..ko? Last night Jus .. uh ... Mr. Blake said sheikh's coming in at nine?" Rosmawati Protest.

"Well, didn't you read the memo sent by the manager in the chat group?" Joyce's eyes glared. His purplish eye shadow seemed to turn black. Rosmawati slightly shuddered in horror, she remembered the figure of Suzanna who played kuntilanak.

"Satenya bang .. two hundred puncture, bang!" Rosmawati muttered involuntarily.

"What?" Ask Joyce. He did not understand when he heard Rosmawati rummaging indistinctly.

Rosmawati imagined that if such a large body hit her, she would have collapsed for seven days.

Deftly, they put the war equipment into the trolley, then pushed it into the employee's elevator, because the janitor's special elevator was still in repair. However, ill-fated, because the employee elevator is overcapacity. Many people who also have the same goal with them, namely immediately to their respective work desks.

Not desperate, they headed for another employee elevator located on a different side of the lobby. But it was full too.

"How is this, Rose? It's six o'clock. We haven't started a job at all" Joyce said. He complained slowly too.

"Aah!" Rosmawati flicked her finger. A brilliant idea flashed through his head. "We're just taking the VIP elevator!" Bring Rosmawati.

"That's right, Rose! If we get caught, we'll get scolded" Joyce said.

"Will not be found out. It's still 6 o'clock. Mr. Blake and his men won't come before 7" said Rosmawati. He walked towards the VIP elevator. Joyce will not follow him.

"I don't want to get fired, Rose!" Whisper Joyce with worry.

"Just calm! No one will dare fire you, Joyce! All are afraid of your arms" replied Rosmawati.

"What's wrong with my arm?" Joyce sewot's.

"Oh, it's okay! No, don't think about it!" Rosmawati grimacing. As much as possible he avoids getting into a fight with Joyce. He did not want his face which, although not very smooth, turned out to be symmetrical aka slanted, due to the powerful elution of the sturdy fist.

"Let's go in! Mumpung is still empty elevator," invited Rosmawati. Joyce hesitated to put her foot in.

"Yoo!" Rosmawati was getting impatient. He pulled Joyce's arm. Joyce finally resigned and stood beside Rosmawati in the VIP elevator. In his heart thumped, hopefully no one caught them then.

However, it seems that God has not been willing to grant Joyce's prayer. When the elevator door would be perfectly closed, a masculine palm held it.

The door was back open. A tall man dressed in typical middle eastern, white-colored robe, complete with his turban, bowed his head to them as a sign of respect. He entered the same elevator. His face was invisible, as it was covered in masks and sunglasses. The man faced the elevator door, turned back to Rosmawati and Joyce.

Joyce had already gulped her saliva many times while squeezing her own chest. He was seen shaking his head while looking anxiously at Rosmawati. While Rosmawati only responded by shaking her hand casually.

For a moment Rosmawati was stunned by the tall body of the boating field. He is a handsome male devotee.

He saw the man standing in front of him. Inhaled the aroma that came out of the body of the man in the robe was deep. Smells masculine and expensive. Then he raised his arms as high as possible and smelled his own ketek smell in comparison. "Away," he murmured.

Rosmawati's view turned again to the Middle East man, whom she guessed was Mr.'s great guest. Blake is said to be signing the MoU, a cooperation agreement with fantastic value.

Special guest who is a millionaire from the Middle East who became the most important investor in the company.

Rosmawati still thinks that she has seen or met the figure somewhere. He kept thinking and remembering a figure that he believed to be so similar to someone. Then Rosmawati was stunned. He realized now, it turned out that the figure in front of him was so similar to..

"Members?" call it spontaneous. The man looked at him and looked at Rosmawati for a moment.