Old Girl Looking for Love
Sparkle Sparkle

Mary was still engrossed in chattering even though Jamie only looked at her with a saturated gaze. The man only hoped that time would pass quickly and he would soon be free from the broken radio.

"Bec ... Aa, do you know that Aa still looks like the idol actor Neng?" Kerling Maryam with its potency.

"I don't know and I don't want to know!" Jamie Scott. He did not even look at Maryam in the slightest.

(i don't know and I don't want to know!)

"Aa similar actor Jamie Dornan. That's a loh, Mr. Grey in Fifty Shades of Grey" said Maryam regardless of Jamie Scott's poignant line.

"Hhh .. I don't care, Mary!" Jamie Scott took a deep breath. Suddenly, his life felt heavy. Much heavier than when abandoned by his future wife first. Being near Maryam, it feels more dizzying when compared to his work as an architect.

"Oh my goodness .. you look so cute, Aa," said Maryam with sparkling eyes. He moved his body like a child.

"Is that it?" Jamie Scott scrunched his forehead.

(That's all?)

"Hmm?" Maryam shook her head not understanding Jamie Scott's question.

"Is that all you see of me? Just good looks?" Jamie's Alleged.

"Well, Aa is also good .." said Maryam who was enthusiastic to be a bit hesitant. Both eyes move to the left and to the right.

"Where do you know I'm good? Haven't I always been so sniffy with you?" Lick Jamie Scott. His gaze was so sharp that it pierced through Maryam's heart that it began to beat uncontrollably.

"A's good. Aa was willing to take her mother to the doctor. Aa also wanted to buy medicine for him," Maryam replied grimacingly. He realized that the answer was too small.

Jamie Scott shook his head while smiling cynically. "Unbelievable! It turns out all women are the same!" Disappointed indeed.

"Huh? Same with who, A?" Mary asked with wide eyes. "Indeed ... many say that I look like Emma Store," said Maryam proudly.

"You're all the same! Assess everything from just the surface alone! So easy you are interested in the handsome face but without intending to know the other side more deeply," said Jamie Scott. He then fell silent for a moment.

"You are easily in love, but you are also easy to leave!" Jamie Scott again. He then walked away and left Maryam. While Maryam was just dumbfounded to hear Jamie Scott's words that she did not understand at all.

"C .eh ... Aaa! Wait!" Maryam immediately ran after the handsome man.

"You know what?" Jamie Scott suddenly stopped walking and turned towards Maryam.

"Don't come near me again! I'm fed up! The kind of girl like you is just the kind of girl who is hysterical at the beginning and gets bored at the end!" Show Jamie Scott again while continuing to walk backwards.

"You're just gonna leave a wound! So before it's too late, please .. stay away from me!" Pinta Jamie on a high note.

Maryam gasps. Tears were ready to slide down her cheeks. "Ac... Why is that?" The girl muttered softly. He is increasingly clueless about Jamie's attitude towards him. Jamie did not respond at all. He just shook his head as it passed.

Maryam stood sculpting. If only it were an Indian film, then it would have rained immediately.

"God, is this a punishment for making bets and spending money?" Mumbled Maryam. He regretted his own behavior, for tonight. Tomorrow might be another story.

......................

Rosmawati repeatedly kicked a leaf that was seen falling around the sidewalk. Sebal and angry, that's how he felt about Maryam.

His conjoined twin friend preferred to be alone with his bluff, rather than accompany him who was in pain due to a freestyle wrestling match that he had just lived.

Because of his emotions, until without realizing if what he kicked was not foliage anymore. He kicked the lamp post that illuminated the sidewalk.

"What's the matter, Rose?" Tanya Mehmet softly. The tall, handsome man was typing something on his phone.

"nothing. I'm fine!" Rosmawati grinned and continued her slightly limp path, as a result of trying to do kanuragan with a lamppost.

Mehmet noticed the slightly strange way of Rosmawati. He also chuckles amusedly. "You must be hungry, right after draining your energy this afternoon?" Ask the man while smiling so sweetly.

"Ah, no!" Rosmawati's voice coincided with a strange sound coming from her stomach.

Kruyuukkk ....

Rosmawati immediately held her stomach while grinning.

Mehmet closed his mouth holding back a laugh. "Come, kutraktir! I happen to be very happy today" he said cheerfully.

"Happy why?" Ask Rosmawati. His soul began to rise to the surface.

Mehmet opened his mouth, but said nothing. He also closed his mouth again.

Rosmawati raised one eyebrow. "Why is this a child? Really weird?" Mumbled slowly.

Actually Mehmet wanted to say that he was very happy when Rosmawati greeted him with joyous eyes. Mehmet was able to catch the look of yearning from Rosmawati as she appeared and greeted the girl. However, Mehmet chose not to say anything.

"Where do you want to have dinner?" Ask Mehmet at the end.

"Actually, I miss your hotdog" replied Rosmawati.

"My hotdogs?" Mehmet Reset.

"Yes, how many days have I not eaten your hotdog. I miss you selling hotdogs, Met! Oops!" Rosmawati shut her mouth. He always talks. The mouth type is the mouth type without a strainer. Everything just came out of his lips without censorship.

Mehmet laughed until his eyes narrowed, making Rosmawati slightly bewitched to see him. However, he immediately brushed it off by placing a shadow of Justin Blake on his head.

"Can't, can't, can't!" Inner Rosmawati while pulling her own hair. Fortunately Mehmet understanding and a little understanding of the absurd behavior of this antique girl. Had it been someone else who saw it this way, it would have been that person had already run away thinking he was crazy.

"Alright, if you want my hotdog. I have a lot of stock at home. I'm gonna set up a special hotdog for Rose. We're having dinner at my house, yeah!" Invite Mehmet while holding Rosmawati's hand without permission.

Surprisingly, Rosmawati did not protest at all. For some reason he liked Mehmet's warm and comfortable hands.

Late in the evening (sunset at ten in the evening during the summer in England, so that the night there is still so bright as the afternoon), Rosmawati arrived at Mehmet's residence in the suburbs of London. A small house is simple, but looks beautiful. The walls are thick, composed of bricks with pillars of doors and windows that are white. The vines appear to grow beautifully in flower pots under the window.

"Come in, Rose!" Mehmet opened a wooden door painted in Navy blue for Rosmawati.

The girl stepped inside accompanied by awe from her lips. The living room is not how spacious, double as a television room. The room was arranged so neatly and neatly, so it gave the impression of a little wide. While at the back of the house, there is a kitchen that is wider in size when compared to the living room.

"I love to cook, Rose. That's why I built a big kitchen" Mehmet explained.

Quickly, he put on an apron and opened the freezer located beside the refrigerator. Looks like sausages and frozen bread neatly lined up in the freezer.

"How many hotdogs did you order?" Mehmet asked as he turned to Rosmawati who was standing next to him.

"Five!" The girl replied firmly and firmly.

Mehmet held back a laugh. Generally the other girls will keep a perfect image and image in front of the guy. However, Rose is different, she is always so indifferent and what she is. "Hungry or moody, Rose?" Kekeh Mehmet's.

"Both," Rosmawati brandished two fingers to form the letter V while shaking it. Maybe he was inspired by the song Two Fingers Shake.