Old Girl Looking for Love
Charm Mr. Blake

Monday morning, exactly six. Rosmawati has appeared neat with her hair combed like a ponytail. Make up thin and wear natural color lipstick. Carrying a waist bag, she opened the door of her flat slowly.

“Tumben clock is neat?” Mary's voice suddenly sounded.

Rosmawati was a little surprised as she turned her body around. He was immediately pretentious, pretentious, and other pretentious.

“Tumben is awake?" Reply Rosmawati with somewhat astonishment and half sneering, "not Monday you day shift?”

“You have an appointment,” said Maryam while blushing shyly.

“Whose name?” Rosmawati began to look curious.

“Sama si aa ..” say Maryam while giggling. The girl covered her mouth with her palm of course.

“Don't kayak kunti ah!" Sergey Rosmawati. "still in the morning. Scratch my nose hair," he continued, playing the tip of his index finger inside one of his nostrils.

"By the way .. aa who do you mean?” Ask Rosmawati again. He still feels curious.

“Aa Charlie!" Maryam with all her pride. "Who else do you think?”

“Hah! The real one, Lu?" Rosmawati was overwhelmed by Maryam's reply.

"Lu use what pellets, anyway? How can he make you come out?” Rosmawati doesn't believe it. His eyes moved with irregularity and pretentious thinking.

“Yee ... Jeemm! Sirik you can!" Sergey Maryam again while kicking Rosmawati's forehead is still amazed. "She asked to be escorted around London. He did not paddle his way here,” bright Maryam with his facial expression covered by a million true pride.

“So driver?” Chirper Rosmawati.

“So guide, Ijeemm!" Maryam. "Beautiful-beautiful gini made driver? Just gile, Lu!” Maryam with her ketus. He repeatedly glanced at Rosmawati who still looked confused.

“Ooh ... Yes! Don't forget to take the money to Charlie Lu! So the guide must also be paid," said the girl with the ponytail hair.

"Now I want to work first. Want to ask overtime to add pocket money,” Rosmawati waved her hand at Maryam who was still gouging her eyes and closed the door flat.

Walking cheerfully towards the office that is not so far from where he lives, occasionally Rosmawati jumps up and down with a head that bends, left tilted right, tilted obliquely not important.

Whistling a little, the girl intended to cross the street, when the traffic lights showed a green color to pedestrians.

However, when he arrived in the middle of the road, Rosmawati even found Mehmet who was waving towards him from across the street.

“Waduh, he again! Back no, here?” the girl muttered in her heart.

Confused, Rosmawati walked back and forth pretty, before finally she was clawed by a vehicle waiting for her to cross immediately, because the green light for pedestrians had changed red.

“Iya, yes!” Exclaim the girl with a bit of a sewot while sticking her tongue out at the driver of the car. He was forced to approach Mehmet who smiled so sweetly at him.

“What else, anyway? Why do you always show up everywhere? Kayak jin aja!” Chirp Rosmawati with ketus.

“You left your sunglasses at the cafe,” Mehmet said calmly as he handed over the sunglasses Rosmawati had left behind. His sweet smile did not fade from the handsome face of Zayn Malik KW 1, although Rosmawati only responded with his attitude that judges.

“Oke, thanks!” Rosmawati took the glasses from Mehmet's hand violently and passed them by.

However, the man did not seem desperate. He walked following Rosmawati a few steps behind, “Kuantar all the way to work, yes!” Bargainly.

“Then ... after work later, I wait in my hotdog cart, yes!” Mehmet's message expectantly had Rosmawati say, "yes".

“Yes, geez! It's his father's son's fireman kali, huh?" Murmured Rosmawati exasperatedly, "unrelenting and giving up!” Grunts again.

“Iya, yes! Haduh!” Rosmawati has surrendered. But ... of which he continued to be followed by Mehmet.

With half a run, Rosmawati headed for her office.

Arriving at the OB room, his co-worker had already welcomed Rosmawati. Of course not with a welcome banner, but with a set of cleaning tools in the form of mop and his friends.

"Mrs. Blake will be holding a meeting on the eleventh floor at eight this morning" Joyce said. She is an African woman who likes to wear purple eyeshadow. The reason is, so that the line of his eyes looks firm. Sakeeeep

Rosmawati nodded, knowing her duty without command. While pushing the trolley containing his battle equipment this morning, he entered the elevator and pressed the eleven button.

The meeting room on the eleventh floor was already crowded. Many men are dressed in black suits, have black eyes and wear earpieces on their ears. They paced all over the floor like a bomb disposal team combing every corner of the room on that floor.

"What are you doing here, Miss?" One of them with a large height immediately blocked the Rosmawati rate.

"I'll just clean the room, sir!" Rosmawati replied with a slight tremble. He never faced such a big man.

"Later on!" Prevent it, "on lunch break only," continued the man.

"For now, this entire room on the eleventh floor has been sterilized!" The big tall man again.

"Who will come?" Tanya Rosmawati was curious.

"Sheikh from Dubai. He will be the biggest investor for Mr. Blake. Now get out, Miss! Come back at lunch!" The man's orders again.

Lemas, Rosmawati pushed her trolley back into the elevator. Sighing deeply, he leaned his back against the elevator wall. "I'm afraid, overtime in the morning" he lamented.

Time doesn't seem to pass so fast either. As the room alarm indicated the lunch hour, Rosmawati rushed to push her trolley again and slid to the eleventh floor.

When the elevator door opened, Rosmawati saw a large tall man wearing a white robe typical of the Middle East. He just came out of the meeting room escorted by a dozen men in black suit earlier. They also walked to a different elevator. Elevator for company officials.

Feeling that the room was quiet, Rosmawati entered the meeting room and began to take out her war equipment. However, it was unexpected that mr. Blake's still in there. Sitting and rubbing his thin beard with a serious gaze fixed on the laptop screen in front of him.

The girl was always stunned, agape, terea-ea. every time he looked at the face of his own boss. He did not expect that he would stand in a room with his girlfriend alone, as in his dream.

"Excuse me, Mr. Blake! I asked permission to clean this room," said Rosmawati with some hesitation. His heart was beating fast too. But the look in his eyes was so sparkling and sparkling beautifully like lake water that was exposed to the reflection of sunlight.

"Please!" Sahut. Blake without looking at it.

"Yes, my goodness .. she .. smiled," muttered the flowery Rosmawati. He seemed to be at a loss for words that could describe his feelings at that time. In fact, at that time mr. Blake is not smiling. The man was actually seen putting on a mummy face.

In spirit, Rosmawati wiped the table, the legs of the table, the chair, the mouse pads. To the extent mr. Blake was upset and felt uncomfortable because Rose was just cleaning around her seat. Even Rosmawati had wiped Mr.'s shoulder. Blake with his washcloth.

"What are you doing?" Hardik. Blake. He jumped in shock and stood up for a moment. "Clean the glass walls over there!" Point it at a window made entirely of glass.

"Good, Mr. Blake. Do it!" Rosmawati took a respectful stance and started wiping the glass. However, instead of focusing on the glass in front of him, he focused on glaring at mr. Blake. Unknowingly, Rosmawati pointed her hand away from the glass wall and moved somewhere. He continued to rotate the washcloth even rubbing it while continuing to smile towards mr. Blake is handsome.

"Hey!" Screeched at a woman with a high tone and sounded very angry.