Old Girl Looking for Love
Ballad of the Arab Ota

"Hayoo, I didn't! Memet, right? Come ngaku!" Rosmawati crazy. He threatened the Middle Eastern man with the end of his mop handle. Meanwhile, Joyce panicked. As powerful as he was, he held onto Rosmawati's slender body in order not to go too far.

The Middle Eastern man only looked at Rosmawati in astonishment as he frowned while shaking his head.

"Are you alright?" Asked the man in astonishment.

The man's voice instantly made Rosmawati stunned with perfectly glared eyes.

"Waduh ..cruc!" Rosmawati muttered while trembling. Because the male voice is much different from the Memet sound.

Rosmawati retreated slowly until her back hit the elevator wall. "I-I'm sorry, sir! I thought you were my friend," the girl stuttered.

Joyce who was big but had little guts, shuffled in fear in a corner. He had imagined that he would soon be fired by his superiors.

"Had I been fired, then I would have immediately made a calculation with you!" Joyce's whisper half-threatening, making Rosmawati even more riled up.

The Arab man then turned around and approached Rosmawati who had now closed her eyes tightly. He had imagined he would be slapped by that man.

"Rosmavati, right?" Ask the man.

The girl immediately opened her eyes and widened. "You know my name?" Suddenly Rosnawati was again enthusiastic. The aura to the gierannya began to burst from the nose of Rosmawati which had been seen kembis.

"Write it in your name tag" the man said, opening his glasses and mask. My eyes are sharp-nosed with a stretch of thin beard, just cradling the eyes of Rosmawati.

However, it was undeniable that he was a little disappointed. Rosmawati had already imagined the presence of Memet before her eyes. Memet had not appeared for days, making Rosmawati feel a little lost because there was no longer chasing him.

"Did my face look like someone?" Ask the arab.

"A little, Sir! Your face looks like my friend, but he is much more handsome," replied Rosmawati without any guilt at all.

The arab man immediately glared and looked annoyed. He turned back his body and did not care about the two girls anymore, especially when the elevator door was open.

Joyce and Rosmawati breathe a sigh of relief. They held each other's chests while exhaling a long breath. Soon after, Joyce hit Rosmawati on the head with a broomstick many times. "It's all for your crazy ideas and weird behavior!" Read it with annoyance.

"Ow ... ouch! Pain, Joyce!" Pekik Rosmawati is in pain. He ran away from the unprofessional wrestler while pushing the trolley. Arriving at the door of the meeting room, Rosmawati stopped her trolley.

The room is already occupied. Who else if not the man Rosmawati thought was Memet. The man was on the phone with someone. His two legs he spread on the meeting table.

Rosmawati hesitated to enter the meeting room while knocking on her door slowly. Joyce was standing behind him panting.

"Excuse me, sir! Can I clean this room before use?" Tanya Rosmawati.

The man stopped calling and turned his eyes to Rosmawati and Joyce. "Oh, okay! The meeting is still long. Please!" His word. He got up and walked past the two girls.

"I deliberately set off early in the morning from the hotel to call my girlfriend," the man said. "If I were still in the hotel, I wouldn't be able to call him" he continued.

"Why?" Joyce and Rosmawati asked in unison.

"Oh ... basic! Crocodile apparently. You arabian camel!" Umpat Rosmawati in English.

"Come on, Rose! It's 06:15" Joyce reminded Rosmawati who was still dumbfounded. They both began the work deftly, so that the clockwork did not feel the wall showed the time 06.45. That means another 15 minutes before the important event starts.

"Have, Rose?" Joyce asked who saw Rosmawati still busy wiping the glass wall.

"A little more" said Rosmawati.

"Quick a little, Rose!" Tell Joyce to get agitated. Simultaneously, Justin Blake and his girlfriend the hebring widow of pony breeder Lidya Rodriguez entered the room with her entourage.

Rosmawati hastily finished her work and put her cleanliness equipment into the trolley.

"What the hell are you guys doing? Why did you just finish cleaning the room?" Hardik Lidya who has a fantastic chest size. Plus tight clothes that further highlight the sacred fruit. He also repeatedly brushed his long hair.

"We were sorry, ma'am ... The sir! There was a slight technical error" said Rosmawati on the following grounds. He then walked down past the important men while pushing the trolley.

Joyce did too. The woman of African descent continued to follow behind Rosmawati at full speed like a rhino fighting horn, until finally he hit Rosmawati's body which suddenly stopped in the hallway to the elevator.

"Oh, tell me dong, if you want to stop!" Joyce protested while rubbing her nose that hit the back of Rosmawati's head.

"There's still that guy in front of the elevator door. We can't get through!" Rosmawati pointed to the man in the dress shirt who was talking to a group of Arab men in a neat suit.

Rosmawati thought that the group of men in suits was the dynamic man's men, because by looking at their gestures and gestures that seemed obedient and respectful to the man who sacrificed in front of them.

"Do you think we should take the VIP elevator again?" Rosmawati asked for Joyce's approval.

"No!" Reject Joyce firmly. He was still traumatized by the incident this morning. "We'll just wait here!" Joyce's advice while tidying up her curly hair.

Rosmawati also said. He waited for the Arab men to finish speaking. Sayup-sayup heard them talking about something or someone related to the meeting this time.

"Rubber, the Sheikh can't attend. His condition is not fit. I'm in charge of replacing."

"Oh, already! I have a power of attorney from him."

"He was like a grandfather whose health was beginning to decline."

Then the group laughed over the chatter of the sacrificial man.

"Cowok-cowok demen ghibah also apparently," murmured Rosmawati although he did not know and did not understand their discussion.

After a while, Lidya looked out again from the meeting room in a hurry. He even walked with half a run while holding his bo°kong. Right in front of Rosmawati and Joyce, Lidya was stunned and glared at the two girls when a tremendous loud voice sounded.

Rosmawati and Joyce poked their lips together to hold back a laugh.

"What look-look?" Lidya snapped with annoyance mixed with embarrassment. He then approached the two of them. "Remember not to let this spread! If anyone finds out, you will receive the consequences from me!" Threaten Lidya with her index finger straight to Rosmawati and Joyce. After that, he continued running his marathon to the toilet.