Old Girl Looking for Love
Meet the Match Candidate

"Guard ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... trial ...." Rosmawati began to check the feasibility of the microphone that will be used. After that, he began to take a show to sing, showing all his abilities even though sometimes forced.

Guitar strings began to sound soft and blend with the bustle of the activities of residents who were enjoying their summer time in the park.

Dudu klambi anyar, sing nang jero lemiku

Nanging bojo new, sing mbok show off to me

Dudu fragrant rose, sing tak sawang nang mripatku

Nanging kowe lali, nglarani wong koyo me ...

A song by the legendary mixed sari called "The Godfather of Broken Heart - Didi Kempot" entitled "Poner Bojo".

Rosmawati was so fond of that song. He remembered when he had just broken up from the coolest man in his village, namely Cahyono.

The man so steadfastly passed in front of Rosmawati's house, while shaking hands with a girl who was not much prettier than him. It made Rosmawati who was sweeping the yard, immediately ran into her house and sang, "I cried. You love this .. you go with her .. hoooo ...."

Rosmawati leaned against the door while holding her chest. A painful memory that he does not want to remember anymore, especially now he is aiming for a handsome CEO, Justin William Blake. Hopefully his name is not on the list of ruthless and arrogant CEOs. Because Rosmawati will not be able to deal with it. He just wants a bucin CEO.

They both look so fun and enjoy the side job they are used to doing in the moment of kepepet. They did not know that there was a pair of gray eyes in cowboy hats that were so serious about watching the two of them. His gaze was mainly aimed at the cute girl with wavy hair who was playing her acoustic guitar.

The man then moved from his seat. He stepped up so gallantly and approached the Street Queen Duo. Standing in his masculine style, he put a few pounds inside the guitar holster that was deliberately provided there.

"Nice performance, Girls!" he said as he clapped after Rosmawati finished singing one album .. uh, one song she meant. Can be whiny if he sang an album, and maybe Maryam would not be able to straighten her hands because she hugged the guitar for too long.

The two girls were silent with gaping mouths when they saw the appearance of an angel without wings before them. Thus, the prayer of a mother. Therefore, the two of them always took the time to ask for blessings first before doing their gig action.

Yes ... Even though they can't make money, at least they got a refreshing spectacle of the scenery, as it is today. Therefore, always remember the mother's advice! Mother's advice is the most effective.

"Kang Charlie ..." murmured Rosmawati still with her mouth gaping.

Maryam immediately hit the arm of her best friend, because again had called her idol actor with the call 'Kang'.

"Ho-how can you stand here?" Ask Maryam with a stutter. He can't say anything.

"Shhh!" The man placed an index finger on his lips, "Don't be hard! I'm undercover here, "the man's drowning his face in that leather hat.

"I want refreshing. I'm tired of all kinds of fan meetings. I don't have a schedule today anyway" she said in a sexy American English accent.

Without a second thought, Rosmawati suddenly stroked the handsome actor's burly arm, caressing him with a soulful look.

"Jem! Get down not your hands! Or I'll snap again, nih!" Sergey Maryam grimaced at Charlie Manfred, his idol actor who had only been present in his imagination, but now his figure was real in front of his face.

Rosmawati also stopped her activities. He kissed the hand he had just used to stroke Charlie Manfred's arm. "Geez, brother! Very fragrant .. ga kayak smell bad.." chirps.

"Have you been here a long time?" Charlie asked as he brought his face closer to the two girls.

Maryam and Rosmawati nodded at the same time.

"Do you want to be my guide? Just this day! I want to go around London" Charlie half-whispered.

"You!" Answer both of them vigorously.

"Eh, but ...." Rosmawati hesitated to continue her words.

"Eh, nothing ...." Rosmawati grimaced while scratching her head.

"Don't mind her! I'll take you wherever you want, huh! Yuk!" Shamelessly, Maryam wrapped her hands at Charlie who also did not seem to mind.

"Moonoh! How's your guitar?" Rosmawati shouted.

"Bavaii!" His reply was short while continuing to stick to Charlie.

"Where do you want to go? Let me take it," Maryam bargained with her attitude and tone that began to flirt. His old illness began to recur.

Rosmawati could only cluck in annoyance. "I'm afraid of extra money! Will not be our guts," grunts while tidying up musical instruments and pocketing some dime from visitors.

"You know the famous good morning cafes around here don't?" Charlie asked as he looked around.

"Know doong!" Maryam pulled Charlie's arm until they turned around. Rosmawati who ran around a little after them was forced to follow Maryam's steps that seemed to have no sin, he let Rosmawati with so much innate.

"It's got no money, no blow!" Grutu Rosmawati again.

Cheerfully still clinging to Charlie Manfred, plus the spoiled wobble on her sturdy shoulder, Maryam directs them to a vintage-style cafe located not far from Covent Garden. When entering the cafe, already felt the aura of the 40s. The furniture is made of quality wood and a very interesting artistic style. Bright light from the morning sun that penetrates through the cafe window, making the atmosphere in it feel warm and romantic, making anyone who comes there will feel like enjoying a cup of coffee in the era of Adolf Hitler who still has not grown a mustache.

"We'll just sit here, yeah!" Take Charlie. He chose a table that was located at the most corner, away from the light and attention of the visitors.

Maryam and Rosmawati also said, although in her little heart was rebellious. 'Ni people are afraid of burning times, yes. A place that is not exposed to sunlight. Strange me', Inner Rose. Vampire times!

A waiter came, bringing a menu book. Mary knew the waiter. He looked at her once more to make sure that it was, "Mamat?" Exclaims.

The waiter shook his head. "It's Mehmet, Mary!" his protest.

"Oh, yes!" Excited Maryam with her signature style. "May ...." Maryam grinning a horse.

Rosmawati glanced at Mehmet lazily. In his heart he was also curious, why was the Hotdog handyman here and in a maid uniform, huh? "Aren't you selling?" Rose asked in the end, for the sake of treating her curiosity.

"Every weekend I work part-time here" Mehmet replied gently and politely.

"Oh!" Sahut Rosmawati then, then again noticed the handsome actor who was busy choosing a menu while propping up his chin.

"I buy you free espresso, special for you" said Mehmet who was greeted with a standing ovation ala Maryam.

"Thank you" said Charlie Manfred politely.

While Rosmawati just thawed. "Kayak cafe has him, play treat everything," he sibir with half muttering.

The laughter of the three of them could be heard echoing in the corner of the cafe which was still empty of visitors. A scene that can not be separated from the attention of Mehmet, the Zayn Malik KW 1. Sometimes Rosmawati and Mehmet's views clashed, ending with Rosmawati turning her face away.

But if I can be honest. Mehmet is actually cool, really cool. Had he been dressed as a cowboy vampire like the actor in front of him, he would not have been less handsome than Charlie Manfred. But as handsome as he is, nothing beats the good looks of Mr. Blake. Even just by imagining blue eyes and brown hair, it makes Rosmawati drool a little. To the point that he didn't realize his order was coming.

Maryam until pelting Rosmawati's exotic face with tissue. "Copy love you dah dateng, tuh!" Maryam showed Rosmawati a warm cup of espresso.

Rosmawati is back. While Charlie had already sipped his espress many times, while praising. "This is so delicious. I've never had an espresso this fresh and delicious. Thank you, Girls! You guys have taken me to the right place. In return, I'll give you two exclusive tickets for the premiere gala next Saturday" he said excitedly.

Like getting a crumbling durian, the two girls cheered cheerfully. Mehmet looked back at the two with a sad look. Apparently, his cup of espressos lost with an exclusive ticket given by the handsome actor.