Old Girl Looking for Love
The Fight For Love!

It was a tiring afternoon. Many times Rosmawati stretches her muscles in the garden chair while waiting for the arrival of Maryam who promises to pick her up home, although in fact Rosmawati knows the reason Maryam picked her up only to meet Jamie Scott, who is now in the middle of the park, an architect who works at Justin Blake's company.

It is a mandatory ritual every afternoon, when working hours are over for the two antique girls who sometimes unsettle those around them.

Yes, of course, especially if not stretching on the banks of the Thames while enjoying the fresh air with beautiful scenery and. Sometimes, Maryam and Rosmawati only gulp themselves if watching people dating there (it has become an open secret about their current status).

For a moment Rosmawati glanced at the usual place of Mehmet's hotdog cart. It's been a few days, Zayn Malik kw 1 it disappeared without news. Rosmawati even thought if it was possible if Mehmet had been abducted by aliens and taken to a planet in the middle of nowhere. He even imagined Mehmet with a large head equipped with an antenna like a remote control.

"Gue's astonished, Mun ...." Rosmawati started a conversation between the two of them, while sitting on one of the benches there, "the Memet has long been nothing to see. Do you know where the kids are going?"

Maryam who was busy licking her ice cream like a child, only responded to her conjoined twin friend's question with the word "hoh". For him ice cream gift from Mrs. Harlekin, his future father-in-law is much more fun than discussing a man named Mehmet.

"I miss the same kid for a long time, Mun! It's a pity that my fans are one," complained Rosmawati at the end of his sentence.

"It's not just Memet your fan? Who else is it? I never knew?" Maryam's lawful. Suddenly he was stunned and glanced towards Rosnawati with his strange expression. "Don't tell me if you're doing a perverse ritual, keep you married secretly to a subtle spirit without my knowledge!" Tukas Maryam glanced for a moment at Rosmawati. After that, he returned to licking his ice cream without the slightest guilt for having suudzon to his own best friend.

At once Rosmawati patted Maryam's arm until the ice cream that the girl was enjoying immediately fell down. Maryam also glanced at Rosmawati with a clear face.

"Sukurin! That's a reply for people who like suudzon!" Rosmawati said with satisfaction. "Lagian you've-there's a-no. In the UK there is no selling the same flower seven look!" Said the girl again, this time in an irritated tone.

"The ice cream is a lot. There's my ice cream!" Maryam didn't take the ice cream off.

"Have you! It's not you who often say, 'said aa, we can't suudzon ... must always husnudzon'. The proof is every working day lu suudzon mulu," grumbled Rosmawati.

"Yeeee! That's aa, not me! I'm just gonna send her a message to you, Ijem!" Kill Maryam.

The two girls continued to bicker, until finally both of them were both silent when two lovebirds came and sat on one of the benches not far from their seats.

"Jem! Feelings never see people, but where, huh?" Whisper Maryam while pointing to two lovebirds who are sitting friendly like a new abege made, who usually call his partner with the title "papa-mama, abi-umi", kiss hands, kiss forehead, but pas break up blaspheming each other in status efbeh (oh my God! It's definitely not othor.).

Rosmawati follows Maryam's index finger. Instantly, he widened his eyes. "Wine! That's the girl I hit at Mrs's cake shop. Harlekin, Mun!" Rosmawati. "We're running away, yuk!" Bring Rosmawati. He immediately stood up and pulled Maryam's hand, inviting the wavy brown-haired girl to leave immediately.

However, just as they were about to leave suddenly came a cry from a voice they were already very familiar with.

"Hi, Ros!"

The two antique girls were stunned and turned their heads. Mehmet is seen waving his hand as he walks past the two lovebirds.

"Rose!" Call him again, making the two lovebirds turn to the two girls.

"Bad, Mun!" Guman Rosmawati when he saw the woman whose body shape was eleven twelve with Lidya Rodriguez was glaring sharply while pointing at him.

In a cold sweat, Rosmawati pretended not to recognize the woman. He was in a cute style while walking towards Mehmet who was also stepping towards him.

"Memeet, where are you from? Yes ampuun .. sad tauu, some days do not meet you. My fans are one less!" Said Rosmawati in Indonesian, because Rosmawati did intend to show off to women who had clashed with her this morning.

Rosmawati was writhing spoiled in Mehmet's arms while repeatedly poking his chin. Zayn Malik KW 1 can only grimace, shame mixed happily, because not usually Rosmawati is kind and warm to him.

"I'm sick, Rose. For a few days, I stayed at home, couldn't go anywhere" Mehmet said, scratching the nape of his head.

Meanwhile, Maryam could only manyun while hugging the lamp post. He's just an unpaired man. At first glance his eyes glanced towards the sexy-clothed woman who had been glaring at Rosmawati.

"Well, don't expect to see the same rioters here" exclaimed the woman. He stood up and pointed at Rosmawati.

"Je, no, Je! Embarrassed to be seen," persuaded his faithful partner to sit next to him while pulling the beautiful woman's arm.

"Name is also unintentional, mbak," said Rosmawati without guilt.

"It looks so good, you said it accidentally! Why is there a prison, if everyone uses unintentional reasons!" Hardik that woman.

"Well, put him in jail, Met!" Rosmawati began to get emotional. Maryam who saw the smell of commotion, immediately excitedly approached. The soul of opportunity in its narrowness also appears.

"Mas, what's his wife's name?" Rosmawati asked the female couple in a high tone.

"Jessica, commonly called Jeje," said the man, who was immediately replied with a light blow to his arm by his wife.

"Don't answer! Why answer, anyway?" Omel, the woman who was named Jessica.

"Oh, what's the real name of the pseudonym?" Ledek Rosmavati's.

"A fugitive with a pseudonym!" Jessica's emotions are rising. He tied up his long hair, then took off his shoes and approached Rosmawati with his hands clenched.

"Eh ... eh .. What do you want? Don't fuck around, yeah! You know who built London Bridge?" Rosmawati also came forward while rolling her arms.

"No idea! Who the hell?"

"Obviously not my father! You don't know who's running water on the Thames!" Ask Rosmawati again.

"What's the connection, anyway? Who's trying?" Jessica is both lazy and curious.

"O Lord Almighty God, that is not knowing!" Rosmawati stuck out her tongue.

Jessica was already unable to hold back her anger, until she went ahead and grabbed Rosmawati's long hair.

"Whoo!" Pekik Rosmawati's.

"Come, Jem! Fight it! Don't get it!" Shouted Maryam pumping. While the two men around them could only gawk.

Rosmawati also pulled back the sexy woman until some strands of her hair fell out in her grasp.

"Aww, you oleeng!" Jerky Jessica. They also physically collide with each other and pinch each other.

Mehmet, who never knew Rosmawati's wild side, chuckled in awe and applauded. He fell in love with the antique girl.

"You want to bet, Met?" Maryam's whisper suddenly stood next to the man while placing her hand on Mehmet's shoulder. Slightly surprised, Memet turned his head and frowned in surprise. "Do you choose Rose or the girl?" Ask Mary again.

"Of course, I vote for Rose!" The answer is firm and cheerful. Mehmet is increasingly interested in following the match of two fierce women in front of him.

Maryam then approached the female couple who were now struggling with Rosmawati. "Mas, you want to bet?" Bargain Maryam on the husband of a woman named Jessica.

"May," said the man eagerly.

"20 pounds, gentlemen! Collect the money here" said Maryam, opening her palms.

Notes.

Want to know what incident led to the freestyle fight between Rosmawati and Jessica? Find out the answer in the novel "Jessica's Love Spear"