Old Girl Looking for Love
Remember Mother's Quote!

"Huh, Ijem! Why else, Lu?" Maryam exclaimed with an aggravation level that had reached level fifteen. He glared sharply at Rosmawati who was sitting on her bed with a frightened face.

"Therefore, I've often said that you should stop watching horror movies! Lots of horrifying spiritual showdowns at utub!" Maryam sneered with a tone that sounded very cruel.

"It's not because of that, Munaroh!" Deny Rosmawati firmly.

"Then?" Mary asked as she entered her friend's room. He stood up and folded his hands on his chest.

"So I'm gonna go to bed, Mun. Suddenly something crept on my cheek ... tauunya it cockroach ..." said Rosmawati make Maryam jump in shock and immediately jump on the bed Rosmawati. He almost fell and fell on his best friend's body.

"It's all!" Show Maryam. "I told you too if nyimpen dirty laundry was real! I think cockroaches smell Lu deh's magic bag, Jem!" Catch Maryam at will.

"Eeeh ... What the hell, Lu? It's delicious!" Rosmawati protested strongly.

"Emang anyway I haven't been purified from when that day .. tomorrow I pinjem magic bag have Lu, yes! Can yes! A day, while waiting to have me on dry ..." rayu Rosmawati with a little pleading.

"Idih ... so good, Lu!" Reject Maryam. "It's always side A side B!" Ledek the girl will be bad habits of her best friend.

"Byeah, Mun! Very tickle, Lu!" Rosmawati looks sulky. "I have to leave tomorrow without a protective bag, anyway!" Rosmawati muttered with half-complain.

"Suffering, Lu!" Maryam came down from her bed and passed out of her best friend's room.

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At six o'clock in the morning, the sun was shining brightly. It feels great to be able to enjoy the days in a country with four seasons. If you think about it ... Indonesia has a much larger number of seasons. Summer, rainy season, fruit season, fruits, wedding season, even sometimes the sex of the baby becomes seasonal.

"Now it is the season of the birth of boys," said Mak Odah, Maryam's mother while stirring rice in a wooden tray. While Maryam was busy putting her face on the smoke from the rice. It is said that it can eliminate acne. A very economical sauna. That's a handful of sweet memories between Maryam and her beloved mother.

Maryam was the youngest of three children. She was the only daughter of Saodah bint Rasjan's mother and Jaka bin Asnawi's father.

Maryam's two sisters had a family. They also have their own jobs. His first brother, working as a teacher at a boarding school. While his second brother was a mechanic in a small workshop of his own.

Maryam's parents, was a rice paddler in her village. They often send money for the sweet girl's living expenses, even if they can they often want to send rice and other agricultural products.

"In the UK there are cassava same banana kepok? Then my mom send me the chips, yes, neng!" Said Mr. Odah when there was an opportunity to talk with his youngest daughter via telephone.

"Oh, you don't do it! Don't bother!" Refuse Maryam subtly, "Emak send money!" Fingers.

"Yes already, neng! Engke his heula, mom ngajual heula bitter," said mak Odah. He was all willing to give it to his beloved daughter.

(Later on, mom wants to sell rice first)

"Muhun, mak sawios. Neneng ge here already got a job, mom!" Maryam said with a bad taste, but in her heart she hoped.

(Yes, I have nothing. Neneng also here already got a job)

"He's a snob, neng! Healthy sing, cu! Kade praying, do the trick! To meukeul bule ka overtime!" Mak Odah's message ended with a senior woman's laughter.

(Yes already, neng. Good health! Don't forget to pray, don't do much! If you go home, take the bule to the village)

"Ready, mom! Neng will take Jamie there" said Maryam. "Yes, mother. Neng still has work to do today. Staying healthy overtime, yes! Ariston ...." Maryam also ended her video call with her beloved mother who had been away for several years.

Missing sometimes comes to disturb him. However, Maryam always dispels it all especially with the togetherness between herself and Rosmawati.

The straight-haired girl contacted her family that day in her hometown of Mojokerto.

Rosmawati was the second of seven children. Therefore, his parents did not feel lost even though he had long left his home and hometown. The girl was able to study in the country of Queen Elizabeth through a scholarship. He has above average intelligence.

"Mom, riyoyo mben I'm ga iso mulih. Sik ga nduwe sangu," said Rosmawati with his thick East Java dialect.

(Mom, I'll never be able to go home. Still don't have pocket money)

"Come, wes. Po-po. Even mak rodo lego lek you ga mulih. Berisku ga back and forth lightly," said mak Katemi relaxed. Seen on the mobile screen, he was busy pulling chicken feathers.

(Yes, it's okay. Even mak Rada was relieved you did not go home. Rice does not run out)

"Sampeyan lapo se mak?" Ask Rosmawati. He looked lost but the mother seemed to be more pleased with the increasingly barren chicken.

(What's the matter?)

"Let's mbeleh pittik. Mene mitoni ponakanmu event," said Miss Katemi. Sometimes he rubbed his nose with the back of his hand.

(Chicken cut rice. Tomorrow is your seven-monthly event)

"Oh, yo wes mak! I'm not kerjo sek! Golek duwik sing akeh ben ndang sugih! Ben tonggo - tonggo podo envied. Okay mak, see you and love you so much!" Rosmawati makes distant kiss moves.

(Oh, yes, my mother! I want to work first! Find a lot of money to be rich! Let the neighbors be envious!)

"Come on, ati-ati yo, nduk! Iling - Ilingen pitutur e Mak! Lek nggawe klambi sing genah. Ojok dibukai kabeh koyok cendelo! Wes yo, sing ati-ati! Adoh teko wong! Love you too so much, my lovely daughter. Mmuaha!"

(Yes, be careful, nduk! Remember the message of Mak! If you wear clothes, don't open the window! Yes, yes, be careful! Far from the old man)

Rosmawati laughed amusedly at this and immediately ended the phone call before Maryam's doom.

Today is their schedule. Whenever they needed extra money, they were always busking. Maryam and Rosmawati seem to be talented in the arts. Rosmawati has a pretty melodious voice, while Maryam is so good at strumming guitars.

"Is he ready?" Rosmawati came out of the room and saw Maryam waiting on the sofa while tuning her guitar.

Maryam looked at him and was wide-eyed,

"Well, Ijem! We're going to do something, not qosidahan!" The girl protested loudly at Rosmawati's 'nothing' style of dress'.

A pair of brown kebaya and batik subordinates with matching patterns, plus a pasmina veil wrapped around the head that still shows the crest. I don't know where Rosmawati got the costume.

"Say mom, I can't open up!" sahut Rosmawati cuek while looking for sneakers.

"No way, but don't think so too! Our change of clothes or our gig is off!" Threat Maryam. Again, he was annoyed by the girl.

"Ck .. ck .. ck ...." Rosmawati clucked and went back into the room. A few minutes later he came out and had changed his clothes with a white T-shirt and a jeans jacket combined with black material pants. Not to forget, the sunglasses he perched on top of his head.

"Well, it's a doong, so look young!" Chirps Maryam at will. "Yeah!" Take him up while getting up from his seat.

The two antique girls (not typo, don't look where C is) get out of their modest flat and walk confidently towards Covent Garden, where Covent Garden is located, areas commonly used by street artists such as them for talent shows.

Maryam opened her guitar bag and took out her beloved sacred item, an acoustic guitar she bought from her first salary.

Meanwhile, Rosmawati was busy checking the sound and warming up before singing the song.

"What song is it, Mun?" Rosmawati.

"It's your package, Jem! I'll follow" said Maryam without looking.

"Okay. My favorite song ..." said Rosmawati as she prepared to start singing.