Old Girl Looking for Love
Hot Hot Hot Night

Mehmet and Rosmawati were still preoccupied with peeking at the quarrel below, when the door of his flat was suddenly knocked on by someone. “There is a guest, Rose,”, Mehmet said with eyes that could not be separated from the telenovela scene under the flat of the girl.

“Shortly! More exciting!” Sahut Rosmawati while nibbling fingers. That's because he did not prepare snacks as a friend to watch before.

Geck! Geck! Geck!

The beat tightened, making the girl forced to leave the exciting spectacle. “Who, anyway? Just disturb!” His grunt. Lazily, Rosmawati opened the door wide. Kiki looked at him grinning at her.

“What?” Rosmawati asked with a brush.

“I want to ask for rice,” replied Kiki. Both of his hands were ready to thrust an empty plate into Rosmawati.

“Hhh!” Rosmawati snorted in annoyance and turned her body around. “Come in!” Bring along.

The Thai exotic limited edition girl was excited to follow Rosmawati's steps towards the kitchen. He walked slowly while occasionally turning his body. His eyes glared at Mehmet who was seriously looking down at the window. “Who is he?” Whisper Kiki as Rosmawati opens the magic com and moves the rice to Kiki's plate until it is fully loaded.

Rosmawati was silent for a moment. He stared at Kiki's face while thinking. Had he answered that Mehmet was just a friend, Kiki would have tried to approach Zayn Malik kw 1 with all his might. Rosmawati didn't want that until it happened. He didn't want Mehmet to be bullied by anyone. The Middle Eastern man was a valuable asset, as Mehmet was only a huge fan of his first and only self.

“My girlfriend!” Rosmawati replied in half a whisper. He doesn't want Mehmet to hear it, or the guy's going to Gran.

“Huh, impossible! She must be nearsighted and distant to the point of making you her boyfriend!” Cibir Kiki while seizing a rough plate full of rice from Rosmawati's hand. He left the kitchen and rushed out of the flat.

“Yee! Basis, ass teapot!” Rosmawati. He stood beside Mehmet.

In less than five minutes, there was a knock on the door.

“Yes, Tuhaan!” Grutu Rosmawati is exasperated. He walked over to the door and opened it.

Kiki's face is visible. He smiled cheerfully with his lips maroon. Looks like he just polished it with a lipstick.

“Alagaliii, stealth snake rice field?” Damprat Rosmawati. “Which lips are so red, like abis nyedot chicken blood,” cerocosnya.

“I want to borrow a spoon,” he said spoiled while occasionally stroking his stye cheeks with the back of his hand.

“Not there!” Snapped Rosmawati while slamming the door. A few seconds later, he opened it again and said to Kiki, “Although you are gedor-gedor my door, I will not open it again!”

Rosmawati closed the flat door and locked it. He stood next to Mehmet and saw Mary down there looking sad and upset.

There was a war of words between Charlie Manfred and Jamie Scott.

“You don't know who I am?” Ask Charlie jumawa.

“What is the importance of knowing you?” Jamie Scott's mouthful.

“You must be a lonely man and a nerd. Just struggling with work without even going out to have fun, to the point that you don't know a famous actor like me, ” led Charlie Manfred increasingly boasted of him.

“If I don't know you .. That means you're not that famous,” Jamie Scott replied with a straight index finger fixed on the man. He looked at Charlie Manfred. So did Charlie Menfred who also looked cynically at Jamie.

While Maryam who stood between them was only able to look at the two handsome creatures in turn. His lips are starting to curl. Tears have pooled, just waiting for the right time to drip. He felt moved because the two men were fighting because of him. Mary was feeling a prima donna at the time, and she had to tell this to Odah.

“Hey, it’s okay, Mary! Don't mind him!” Charlie Manfred who noticed the change in Maryam's expression immediately hugged the tiny shoulder and calmed her down.

“Get your hands off her!” Jamie Scott slapped Charlie Manfred's hand off Maryam's shoulder.

(Keep your hand away from him)

Instantly the man fell silent. He had no relationship with Mary. Then why should he be angry?

Jamie Scott's inner self started to rage on its own. Realizing his mistake, Jamie Scott retreated slowly. “You’re right! I do not have any relationship with Mary,” he replied. Jamie Scott finally turned his back on the vehicle. Entering his car, he starts the engine. He left Maryam and Charlie both with a troubled heart.

The telenovela scene ended with disappointment from the audience behind the window. They were actually expecting a hotter scene.

"Yaa .. I think they're going to bump into each other" murmured Rosmawati in disappointment.

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

That night, Jamie Scott decided not to go back to her apartment. He prefers to go home to his parents.

Sitting half-bent on the edge of his bed, Jamie Scott pensively single-handedly. He thought about what he saw tonight.

Why should he care when he sees Maryam being kissed by that man? What's problem? He himself does not understand that.

"Honey? Are you sleeping?" The sound of mrs. Harlekin from behind Jamie Scott's door. The copper-brown man then got up from his seat and walked towards the door. He opened the door for his beloved mother.

Mrs. Harlekin smiled sweetly with a glass of vanilla milk in his hand. "Milk time ..." said the middle-aged woman as she raised the glass she was holding.

This is what makes Jamie Scott sometimes lazy to go home. Mrs. Harlekin always treated himself like a child.

Jamie Scott opened the door wide, as a sign that he was allowing the blonde woman to enter. Mrs. Harlekin also immediately entered the son's room only wayangnya.

Jamie Scott closed the door. After that, he sat back on the edge of his bed and returned pensive.

"What's up, honey? My Little Cupcake ..." mrs. Harlekin stroked Jamie Scott's back, making the twenty-seven-year-old a little uncomfortable.

"Nothing, Mommy. I'm just tired" said Jamie Scott slowly. He then rubbed both of his palms. Usually he does that when he is feeling restless, anxious, upset, and languishing.

Mrs. Harlekin could see that clearly. He also tried to entertain his favorite son. "I'm also very tired today. Mary is absolutely outrageous! The girl is always acting like she wants to" complained mrs. Harlekin.

Instead of being entertained, Jamie Scott actually even more languishing when he heard the name Maryam called by mrs. Harlekin. He also chose not to respond to mrs. Harlekin.

"Where's the girl been all day? He left the store just like that after getting a call from ..." mrs. Harlekin did not continue his words because Jamie Scott interrupted him immediately. The gray-eyed man stood up and spoke so fieryly.

"Mary went on a date with a perverted-looking man! He's not even much better looking than me! However, Mary preferred such a man and even I saw them kissing ..." now it was Jamie Scott's powerless turn to continue his words. He glanced at the mother who was looking at him with a look of astonishment.

"Are you okay, Honey?" Ask mrs. Harlekin. He was anxious to see Jamie Scott's seemingly unstable attitude.

Jamie Scott is a victim of it. He sat down next to his mother and scratched his forehead.

"I just .. I just want to go to the toilet" said Jamie Scott in lethargy.

"Tell me, my sweet cookies! What was? What's bothering you, honey?" Ask mrs. Harlekin was full of worry.

"Does it have anything to do with Mary? What's wrong with that girl? Does he still disturb your calm? If so, let me advise the girl not to bother you anymore, even though it is actually .. I feel that she is a very cheerful and very entertaining girl. But .. you think differently about it. So ..." mrs. Harlekin took a deep breath after he spoke without pause. He also seemed to be panting. After that, he gulped down the milk he had brought to Jamie Scott.

"Ah .. so good this milk ..." said mrs. Harlekin was unconscious. He then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Keep calm, Mom!" Jamie Scott glanced at the mother for a moment. Too often hang out with Maryam, making women of German descent is very easy to contract the virus from the girl.