Old Girl Looking for Love
About Justin Blake

The handsome, blue-eyed, athletic and tall man was born in the southern English city of Salisbury 27 years ago. His father was a famous lawyer, while his mother was a local socialite who had a business buying and selling gold. Can be used gold, new, bars, or other mas-mas. Not including mas Paijo of course, yes. Different servers. Paijo mas is easy to rust.

Justin Blake lives in a cage. Everything about him really gets detailed and thorough supervision from both parents. What he wears, what he eats, where he has to go to school, is absolutely the decision of his parents.

Justin Blake has no freedom at all to make a choice. He is like a robot that is constantly being arranged by his father and mother. It can not be separated from his father's obsession which is very coveted the life of the British nobility. To the extent that he sent his son to an elite boarding school specifically for the upper middle class.

Justin Blake could never resist his parents' wishes, or he would receive severe punishment from them, such as cleaning the chimney, getting rid of snow, or feeding his father's reptile collection, justin was so afraid of the animals.

That is, the life story of the handsome but poor man feels heartbreaking. He seemed to have never felt the true affection of the two human beings whom he called parents.

Justin was used to living by strict rules, so when he grew up and out of the clutches of his parents, he was like a bird that slipped out of its cage. Be free and do whatever he wants. One of them is, something he never does is have fun.

With a beautiful level, Justin began to launch the action. It is like an ape jumping from one branch to another. Whether he ever hit a tree trunk or not, but surely now he always collides with a bohay widow who certainly will not make himself feel sick despite having to constantly collide with him.

Lidya Rodriguez is everything to Justin. Although she is a widow who must have been a hole, but it is not a big problem for Justin Blake. Lidya was a precious gold mine to him. He would ignore all the beautiful and sexy girls who glanced at him for the sake of the hebring widow (yes ... although occasionally Justin still had time to tease innocent girls, one of which was Rosmawati).

Justin Blake would not do anything without a clear plan and reason. There's always shrimp behind the rock, there's always a certain purpose to all the things Justin Blake does. He will not do something, which he considers will not bring great benefits to himself.

Oh ... Justin Blake's. He is handsome but unsettling and also dangerous. It is like a carnovira plant, beautiful to look at but if we get closer then be prepared to be preyed upon.

Rosmawati is one of them. The victim was targeted by Justin Blake. I don't know what the blue-eyed man's intentions were behind it all, still turning gray.

For Justin, Rosmawati is a naive and idealistic girl. His passion in living life is so high, making Justin Blake a little inspired. According to Justin, there's no harm in him playing around with that antique girl. Counting as refreshment.

"Hi, Ros! Want to have lunch with me?" Take Justin suddenly on a not-so-bright afternoon, as Rosmawati relaxes with Joyce in the lobby seat.

Joyce, who was initially leaning on the back of the chair while yawning, was so shocked that she leaned forward, looked at her boss and was flabbergasted. "A-you're taking her?" Ask with a stunned look. His index finger pointed at Rosmawati beside him.

"Yes, why is it?" Justin furrowed his brows at Joyce.

"Oh, it's okay. I forgot you were sultan. So you don't have to be surprised if your bill swells because it practices her eating" said Joyce.

"Come on, Rose!" Take Justin in a rather loud tone to Rosmawati who is still dumbfounded.

"Where's lunch, sir?" Rosmawati is standing up. Highlight his eyes sparkling at the word 'traktir'!

"In my favorite restaurant, come!" Justin Blake immediately pulled Rosmawati's hand and clasped her fingers.

Suddenly the scene made a scene in the entire lobby. All eyes looked in astonishment at them. Joyce is no exception. "Oh, no!" He muttered as he shook his head.

Joyce also hopes that someday there will be a big boss who will invite her to eat together. It's okay even though he's a ruthless mafia boss, because Joyce has strong muscles and he's used to dealing with wild lions. Joyce would even be pursued by cheetahs when she worked as a tour guide in her country, Africa.

Rosmawati who was bewitched with Justin Blake's attitude, of course received the treatment happily. He had forgotten how dag dig dug his heart when he met Mehmet in his flat last night. He had already forgotten the plump eyelashes and that warm sweet smile. There was only Justin Blake in his head.

"Do you like lobsters?" Justin asked without looking at Rosmawati. His gaze was straight ahead, while walking quickly across the street, towards his favorite restaurant located right across from the office building. His hand did not stop holding Rosmawati's hand.

"Like it all, sir! I used to eat shrimp, crabs, conch, and friends. What else if it's free," Rosmawati replied honestly grimacing.

"Okay," greeted Justin cheerfully. In spirit, the handsome man opened the door of the restaurant and took Rosmawati sitting at one of the tables that became his favorite place. After that, he called a servant who approached them with two menu books.

Rosmawati immediately looked at the price list on the menu. His spirit emperor instantly thrashed and seemed to want to shout very loudly. The price of one serving of food in the restaurant, equivalent to the ration of food for one week.

In his heart, Rosmawati was so moved. Is this the golden man that Madame Jul foretold for her? If so, then his travels in London were not in vain.

"Come, Rose! Maybe you want to eat something else? Please choose it!" Justin Blake's.

Rosmawati did not answer. He was still struggling in the taste of haru in his heart. Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi will definitely be the boss if he manages to take Justin Blake there, to his hometown of Mojokerto.

"Good, Sir!" Rosmawati answered with great enthusiasm.