Old Girl Looking for Love
Unemployment Beautiful

Maryam was already preparing to wear a short-sleeved midi dress rufle with knee length. Not to forget, he wears his favorite flat shoes. Why become a darling? Because that's the only shoe Maryam has right now.

Even a small sling bag coiled beautifully on her chest. It is also his favorite bag, the reason is the same as described above.

Whistling merrily, Maryam then headed for Rosmawati's room. As a good friend, he had to make sure that Rosmawati was still breathing well that day. Because if there was anything with her, then to whom would Mary borrow the money? In addition, he also had to bear the cost of renting the flat alone. The standard of living in London is very high.

Knocking on Rosmawati's room door, Maryam stopped her little whistle. He turned the door handle and opened the door wide. "Hello, Ijem my soulmate. How are you today? I hope last night you can sleep well" said Maryam as she entered. Rosmawati is busy with her laptop. I don't know what the girl was typing.

Maryam then approached Rosmawati and sat down next to her. He then peeked at the laptop screen in front of Rosmawati. Maryam suddenly slit. "Seriously lo, Jem? Do you really want to resign?"

Rosmawati did not answer. He is still focused on his laptop.

"What's the matter, Jem? You ain't fuckin' like your boss?" Ask Mary again.

Again, Rosmawati did not answer.

"Yes envelope .. I hope you ain't no-fuck yeah, Jem. Should I get ready to be a aunt? Well ... I'm not ready yet, the real Jem!" Racau Maryam with a worried face.

Rosmawati stopped her activity, she then glanced at Maryam. "What the hell are you talking about, Mun? Noisy knows! My men are concentrating. I'm a typo!" Rosmawati is getting upset.

"Eh .. Not that, Jem. As a good friend, I just care for you. There are many CEOs who use their positions to do immoral things like their office girls. Rich is what in the Turkish series ... starring the same Jang Maman," Maryam's talk increasingly digress and stray everywhere. Maybe soon he'll stray into a hot house of widows.

"Ih ... What the hell? Go there already! So sorry for your talk! Profited!" Banish Rosmawati by getting annoyed. "Enak aja, you think I am a girl do want aja digituin .. although sometimes ngarep little hehehe .. eh .. no .. amit-amit! I will always remember my mother's will!" Rosmawati.

"Goodoo. Uh, but yes, Jem .. I am surprised by Jang Maman," said Maryam again with a thoughtful expression.

"Why again? You wonder because he hasn't married yet?" Sahut Rosmawati while continuing to type on her laptop.

"No!" Deny Maryam. "Gue was astonished, didn't he ticklish, did he have such a thick beard?"

"Yes, you asked yourself sono! Elo is a loyal follower of him," said Rosmawati without turning his head.

"Refortless. I've been blocked" said Maryam in annoyance. He then moved from his seat because there was an incoming call for him from Charlie Manfred.

"Hi, Honey. I'm downstairs" Charlie Manfed said from the other end of the phone.

"Why don't you just go up?" Ask Maryam.

"No! I don't want to. I'm afraid of your strange neighbor" Charlie Manfred immediately refused, prompting Maryam to complain softly.

"Yes, already. Neng immediately skated," Maryam ended her chatter. He re-entered his phone.

"You want to go lo?" Rosmawati asked while turning her eyes to Maryam who was tidying herself up in front of a small cereal.

"Hoooh. Aa Mfred took me out" Maryam replied without turning her head.

"Emang you don't work?"

Maryam. Without answering the girl just responded to Rosmawati's question with a grin.

Rosmawati let out a long sigh while shaking her head. "Geez, Mun! When do you want to become more mature and responsible?"

"When, Jem!" Maryam cried while waving her hand and passing from inside Rosmawati's room.

For a moment, Rosmawati fell silent. Not long after, he then exclaimed, "Don't forget to pay your debt!"

After Maryam passed, Rosmawati again struggled with her laptop. His resolve is round. He wanted to quit his job and start looking for a new job. Rosmawati knows it's difficult, but she will try. It is no longer possible to work at Mr. Blake. In addition to being aware of having done wrong, he also does not want to add to the problems in his life.

Rosmawati folded the paper she had just printed carefully, then put it in a brown envelope. His tongue is stuck out at the end of the envelope, to attach the lid. "May the smell of the jengkolnya not follow," murmured Rosmawati.

She started to change into a neat little shirt, tied her hair into a ponytail, then put on her beloved sneakers. He went to the office one last time.

Eagerly he went down the stairs and out of the lobby door. There was little hope in his heart to see Mehmet pick him up as Zayn Malik kw 1 has often done in recent times.

But hope is just hope. Mehmet doesn't look there. "So soon, stop by the hot dog cart," so inner Rosmawati.

He then turned towards the office. Without a bad premonition, Rosmawati entered the lobby casually. The plan, he will meet Joyce and fellow cleaning service colleagues to say goodbye. After that, he will head to the Chelsea room to hug, then he will submit his resignation letter to the HRD floor.

Again, the plan is a plan. As he was about to enter the cleaning room, Lidya Rodriguez in her tiger skirt was already standing defiantly, blocking Rosmawati's path. His chest looks fresh and plump, like mango manalagi in his golden age.

The girl did not want to respond. He was in the wrong position. Right now, he only wanted to say goodbye to his comrades, especially Joyce. "i know's. Sorry," said Rosmawati.

"It's not that easy, Bulgoso!" Lidya pulled the collar of Rosmawati's shirt so roughly.

"And I'm sorry! Anyway I was just having dinner with Mr. Blake. No more," Rosmawati defended herself.

"Still dare to answer you, yes! You don't know yourself!" Lidya's emotions are exploding. Unsatisfied with pulling the Rosmawati crab, he now grabbed the ponytail and grabbed it.

Rosmawati is still holding back. Not trying to retaliate at all, even though he was now grimacing in pain.

The action scene certainly attracted the attention of anyone who passed around the lobby, not least Justin Blake who had just arrived. "What's this?" Excited when he saw the crowd in the hallway towards the cleaning room. Half-running, he approached the crowd and grabbed it.

Justin Blake is shocked to death when he sees his girlfriend molesting Rosmawati. "Darlin! What's the matter? What are you doing?" The blue-eyed man came forward and broke the hebring widow who was still in a frenzy pointing at Rosmawati's face. While the antique girl just flinch while rubbing her scalp that feels sore.

"Are you going to betray me again, Darling?" Screeched Lidya to Justin.His eyes bulged as if to escape.

"What! Of course not! There's no way I'm doing that to you. I love you" the three powerful words Justin spoke were always able to vent Lidya's anger.

Gently, the cassanova man tightly embraced Lidya's shoulder and hugged her. "Easy! Don't embarrass yourself by serving him! You know, right? The cleaning srevice girl is not at all your level" persuaded Justin, who was heard very clearly by Rosmawati.

Heartache, that's what Rosmawati is feeling right now. Already her pride trampled, Justin Blake also did not hesitate to throw spicy sentences that hurt her feelings. Her tears were flowing slowly. Turns out, Mehmet was right about everything. Honey, Rosmawati was in disbelief. His regrets are now growing.

"Rose, are you okay?" Suddenly Joyce was already behind him and patted gently on Rosmawati's back.

"It's okay, Jo!" Rosmawati forced a smile as she wiped her tears. "I want to resign. All right here, yeah!" Further.

"But, why Ros?" Joyce couldn't hide her sad look.

Rosmawati shrugged both of her shoulders. "It hurts too much here" he said slowly.

"If you resign, who's gonna help me hang around cleaning the building's glass?" isak Joyce's.

"It's time for you to be independent, Joyce. Remember, you're as strong as an African lion and as agile as a cheetah!" Rosmawati placed both her hands on Joyce's shoulders. "Whenever you need help, you simply shout: Auuoooo," Pekik Rosmawati while mimicking Tarzan's style.

"Alright, Joyce! See you when I see you," Rosmawati waved her hand and hurried away.

The goal now is Chelsea, for then the HRD floor. However, when he arrived on the floor of the Chelsea office facing Justin Blake's room, Rosmawati heard the faint sound of Justin seducing his lover.

"Trust me, Honey! How could I have fallen in love with that buluk girl. Actually, he's the one chasing me. It's just that sometimes I can't bear to see his face that's bleak and his eyes that are round like a poodle."

Instantly, Nyai Pantura's spirit regained possession of Rosmawati. The flames of anger started to spread everywhere. With clenched hands, he stomped his feet into Justin Blake's room.

"Hey, basic! Your saucy sauce yes! You might say that I am chasing! It is a new intention! Ah, nevermind! My nyesel did you first! Mending Memet is everywhere, yes! But now Memet is angry with me. He won't forgive me. Then, how should I? Do I have to get my pellet science out so Memet can come back? Go, try! Don't diem-diem bae! Give advice dong!" Cerocos Rosmawati's. She nags in both English and Indonesian at once.

The hebring widow and Justin Blake just fell silent in astonishment. They were dumbstruck while watching Rosmawati's behavior. They only realized, when Rosmawati threw her resignation letter right on Justin's chest.

"Now! Give it to HRD! I quit! It's chic!" Rosmawati turned her body around, exiting Justin's room while closing the door hard.

Her tears came back. Half-running, he entered the elevator towards the ground floor. The destination is the Mehmet hotdog.

However, Rosmawati was disappointed again and again. There's a hotdog booth in there, but not Mehmet the salesman, but rather a blond man. Curious, Rosmawati came to the man. "Excuse me! You just sold here?" Ask.

"No, why? I've been standing here since 1998" he replied.

"Well, strong are you too. Like Madam Menur. Even Mrs Menur much longer. He was founded in 1908" said Rosmawati.

"Mrs who?" The man scratched his head. This afternoon I met a strange girl like Rosmawati.

"I mean, usually the one selling here is a handsome guy. She looks like Zayn Malik, charming and gentle. Dream ghost candidates are the main thing," said Rosmawati.

"Ooh!" The man seemed to understand something. "Mrs. Hayders? The Arab prince, right?"

"No! He is indeed from Arabia, but not a prince" said Rosmawati.

"Over the last two years, Mr. Hayder always rented my cart. He even helped sell my hotdog. Not to mention the entire sale he gave completely to me. He did not take advantage at all" said the man, making Rosmawati's head more dizzy.