Old Girl Looking for Love
Before Party

Rosmawati and Maryam opened the doors of each room simultaneously. Their pillow faces look exhausted after a night of struggling to catch a cute raccoon which, according to Rosmawati, is similar to Mehmet. The raccoon was finally able to be caught after a glut of eating all the food on the dining table.

Kiki is able to act as a handler. His shrewdness in terms of talking to animals, could not be doubted. The raccoon managed to get close to him as Kiki squeaked and squeaked while curling his hands. I don't know what all that means, which clearly Rosmawati and Maryam can only be astonished.

"It is also in vain that Kiki lives, too" Maryam whispered to Rosmawati as she witnessed the girl's miracle.

The cute raccoon also managed to fall in Kiki's arms. It is possible that the animal may be reminded of its brother or perhaps its mother. "Can I take this kid back to my flat before you call the wild animal breeding service?" Kiki asked with a light look last night. Nah, kan... Even Kiki already considered the raccoon as his son.

"Bring it up, Ki! Take there!" Rosmawati answered lazily while pulling an apple from the raccoon's tiny hand. For a while, Rosmawati and the animal fight each other and end up winning the antique girl.

Rosmawati pressed her face right on the raccoon's face while grinning and letting out a hiss, leaving the raccoon shocked and frightened. Just as the animal was caught off guard, Rosmawati came forward and bit her apple until half was left. The raccoon looked in shock, then threw the rest of his apples at Rosmawati.

Back to morning activities. Maryam was brushing her teeth while drowsiness as Rosmawati prepared water to bathe while drowsiness too. They cleaned up the mess in the kitchen from the raccoon until midnight and it disrupted their sleep schedule.

"Jem!" Call Maryam, her mouth is full of toothpaste foam.

"Hmm ..." said Rosmawati as she rubbed her eyes.

"The tank oye aa ngked au is a bit of a reed as a kega," said Maryam indistinctly with a toothbrush that is still hanging in her molars.

"Huh, what?" Rosmawati widened her eyes, trying to guess the meaning of the mouth-watering language that had just been conveyed by Maryam.

"Aa ngked augusul eu sekung kega, eu au diagaking reeds," said Maryam again.

"Au ah, Mun! It's up to you!" Rosmawati then gasped after saying her sentence. Suddenly he imagined his favorite young jackfruit vegetable that is always made specifically by mak Katemi.

Rosmawati hurriedly completed her bathing ritual and alternated places with Maryam who had finished brushing her teeth. "Mun, habit, deh! If you always tick from the middle!" Omel Rosmawati's.

While Maryam did not pay attention to him because he was engrossed in the shower and shower puff that he had just bought. Maryam has changed a little. I don't know which supernatural whisper can cause the girl to be diligent in bathing.

Maryam was still singing cheerfully under the shower when Rosmawati was tidy in her work uniform. "Muun! Not finished bathing yet? Yes, aampuun! It's been half an hour. Not that wrinkle skin?" Rosmawati. He doesn't think about Maryam's behavior. Is it possible that the girl was repenting and making amends in the past who often missed a shower, so Maryam tidied up all her missed bath schedule this morning?

"Bodo ah, Mun! I'm leaving first, yak!" Rosmawati again replied with a thumbs-up full of soap foam by Maryam.

As usual, Rosmawati took her foot energetically and cheerfully to the office, although in the end Joyce always thrust a trolley full of cleaning equipment on her, even though she had just set foot in the lobby.

"When to exercise, Rose!" Greet Joyce with enthusiasm.

Rosmawati welcomed the handle of the mop while snorting. "Which floor is our schedule today?" Ask.

"Hall! Mr. Blake will have a party later in the afternoon, after work hours," said Joyce with a big grin. Today she wears a blue tosca eyeshadow.

"Rose! Don't forget about the afternoon, yeah! I invite all employees in this building to celebrate my success in getting the best investors of all time," Joyce replied, a heavy voice that sounded so masculine and sexy had first responded.

"Juice Bags .. uh ... Mr. Blake?" Rosmawati looked over and was stunned. Justin Blake was already standing behind him, accompanied by a brazen woman. Of course, who else if not Lidya Rodriguez the lover of the heart. The woman looked cynically at Rosmawati while wagging her hair. At first glance, his armpits look white without fur.

"Honey, we shouldn't bring the janitor with us on our show" whispered Lidya with his effect. Her full lips look so cute. The two lovebirds returned to the VIP elevator after stopping in front of Rosmawati and Joyce

"I want to thank him specifically," faintly heard the answer from Justin Blake who was caught by Rosmawati's ears who suddenly had switched functions into an antenna. Joyce and Rosmawati looked at each other, then grimaced together.

"We will be invited to eat" whispered Joyce.

"May there be a crab menu. I'm trying to eat a crab," said Rosmawati.

"Let's get excited about work, Rose! We spend our energy, so that later in the afternoon our stomach can accommodate a variety of dishes." whispered Joyce again with enthusiasm.

"What a great idea, Joyce!" Rosmawati exclaimed as she clenched her hand.

The two co-workers who were both eating hobbies were chattering to each other while pulling the trolley into the hall on the fifth floor. Sometimes they push each other while laughing.

As Joyce wanted, they were both so eagerly working that the calories in their bodies were completely depleted. However, unfortunately, the time is still showing at three in the afternoon, while the party invitation is still two hours away.

"Joyce .. i'm tired and i'm so hungry" lamented Rosmawati weakly. His body rests on a trolley. While his hand he rubbed on his flat stomach.

"Me too, Rose! I think I'm going to pass out," Joyce said slowly.

(It looks like I'm going to faint).

Rosmawati shook her head tightly. "Wow, don't get it, yeah! Who will lift your body later? I can't stand it. I'm not ...." Rosmawati did not have time to continue her words.

"What are you doing, people?" The voice of a man cuts through Rosmawati's words.

Rosmawati raised her body slightly, until her head poked out from behind the trolley, peering at the owner of the voice. "Oh, Gebetan the Mumun turned out. Hi, Mr. Jamie Scott," Rosmawati waved her hand slowly.

Jamie Scott frowned at the two girls' behavior. "Why you? Just like a bum!" Jamie Scott said, Rosmawati and Joyce looked at each other. After that, Jamie Scott just passed by.

"My wonder .. ko can ya the Mumun really fuck the same guy?" Rosmawati muttered inexplicably.

"I don't understand mr. Eder," said Joyce, "he's handsome but ...." Joyce did not continue her words.

"Yes, Joyce! Don't know how rich girls can want that rich cold guy?" Timpal Rosmawati's. Suddenly he was pictured on the sweet face of his conjoined twin friend. "What's Mumun?" Rosmawati muttered uncertainly.