Old Girl Looking for Love
Maryam's Turning Point

Today Maryam skipped work again. He even pretended not to hear when his phone rang, especially the name mrs. It was Harlekin who appeared on the screen of his phone.

Maryam prefers to fall on a chair while watching television and changing channels, because there is nothing interesting at all. More than three times his phone rang. Finally, Mary answered him.

"Hello, good morning!" Say hello to Maryam lazily without taking her gaze away from the television screen.

"Hey, Mary! Where are you? You forget yes, today we have a lot of orders! Oh my God, Mary! I waited for you since then, but you didn't come either! You are so unsettling!" There was a loud sound of mrs. Harlekin's on the other end of the phone. The way it talks is like a coal train without brakes.

"Sorrys. Who is this?" Ask Maryam with ease. At that time he was focusing on the tv show he was watching.

"Hey ... Mary! I'll make sure you don't get your salary this month!" Threat mrs. Harlekin again.

"Oh ... huh? Yes, of course .. broken heart is sad," said Maryam. Answers that don't connect at all.

"Mary? Are you okay? I didn't know you were born when there was a phenomenon, so you could be as weird and stupid as that!" Grunts mrs. Harlekin again. He sounds more emotional.

"Oh .. so .. eating chocolate bars can improve mood, what else after a broken heart? Oh. Oh. I just knew that!" Said Maryam again.

"Maryyyiyyy!"

"Ah .. not cool! Shrimp ah ..." said Maryam again. "Aduh ... kebelet peed, nih ...." Maryam then put her cell phone on the table and let mrs. Harlekin continues to nyerocos like a hen that will lay eggs.

After a while, Mary returned from the toilet. He sat down and grabbed the tv remote. Suddenly he clenched his forehead. He remembered that he had kept his phone on a chair, not on a table. Maryam then grabbed her phone and examined it. He also tapped on every part of his phone.

Somehow at first, because now Maryam thinks that her phone has turned into a surveillance robot, like in the movie Transformer. He imagines his phone pulling out a spider-like leg and walking from the chair to the table.

It seemed, this heartbreak made his level of ferocity higher than usual. Normal days, the level of ferocity is only around 50%. However, on this special day of "Cracked Heart" the pestle and sugar levels reached 85%. A little bit more he will reach the finish line and will probably end up in a mental rehabilitation centre.

Mary looked around the room. He then lifted his legs on the chair and folded and placed them on his chest. "Don't bother! Don't disturb! Bismilbornrohmanirrohim ...." Maryam then read the verse of the chair three times. Maryam always remembered the message of Odah, to always read the verse of the chair whenever she was afraid.

There was one incident one night in the autumn some time ago. Maryam who was still working as an assistant designer at a boutique that was already famous in the city of London, London, just returned home overtime because he had to prepare everything for the designer's collection fashion show titled Maple in The Autumn.

That night, Maryam felt that there were strange sounds calling out to her. He also felt that he had followed someone to the front of his flat building.

For a moment, Maryam was stunned and looked around. The atmosphere was quite quiet there. Mary was increasingly anxious, when she heard the voice calling her again and now it was heard more clearly. Maryam even now closed her eyes while reciting the verse of the chair over and over again, when someone patted her on the shoulder. Maryam was suffocating. However, he immediately returned to chanting the verse of the chair with much louder.

"Hey, Miss! Miss!" A man's voice called out to him. However, Maryam had not yet opened her eyes and was still muttering.

"Hey, Miss!" Call that guy again.  "Why?" Ask wonder.

Maryam was silent. Slowly he opened his eyes. Before him stood a middle-aged man who looked extremely exhausted.

"Who are you? Ghost where are you from? Nah! Don't disturb! Don't disturb!" Maryam returned to chanting the chair verse while closing her eyes.

"Hey, Miss! Who is a ghost? Did you forget? I'm the cab driver you were riding in. You asked me to come down two blocks from here on the pretext of buying food first and telling me to wait, but why did you leave without paying?" The old man was angry.

Maryam patted her forehead hard. Why is he so forgetful? He is still two heads. He could not imagine if it was already five heads.

"Hhh.." Maryam's deity who was engrossed in remembering her past. It turns out that the bitter past is getting more tormenting when remembered. "Gue needs spirit intake, nih," he murmured to himself.

Rolling on the sofa with a variety of styles, not also make his mood improve. Maryam also had time to go on with the position of the head below, but then she remembered that such a position could make humans see astral beings. Frightened, soon Maryam changed her position to normal, namely cross-legged.

While sitting cross-legged, his pan accidentally nudged the remote until the television turned on automatically.

"Welcome!" The exclaim of a television host, made Maryam tiptoed so surprised.

"Welcome to the special program today."

Maryam became interested in the host's opening.

"This is a special broadcast to motivate lost souls like you! Yes, anyone who watches this show, is sure to get lost just like me!" The host continued to talk while playing his index finger and brought his face closer to the camera, so that his wide face was seen more clearly.

Maryam began to frown. Just this time he saw an absurd show with a strange show filler like this. "Can the rich live in this world?" Mumbled Maryam. He never had introspection.

"To shorten the time, we should call our reliable motivator, a successful man of the afterlife .. if so .. yes!"

"Here he is! Lord Marioooo Angkuuh!"

The host applauded himself with his fanfare. His face looked happy and sumringah welcomed the arrival of a middle-aged man of somewhat fat stature.

The man who was introduced as Mario Angkuh was waving his hands like a presidential candidate who was about to campaign. His head was bald, only five hairs were flowing, uh, down his scalp, making the bald man look like a picture of five straight lines in line.

"A strange human being" murmured Maryam again as she scratched her cheek.

"Welcome, Brother! You must be wondering, where am I? Why am I here? So let me answer it. I don't know myself either" he said in a classy style, but without taking off his smile at all. He even smiled broadly as the camera zoomed in on his aesthetic face.

"However, one thing I emphasize! There are no coincidences on this earth, brother! We are all born for one reason. What reason is that? Help you answer, yes. I am also confused about it. Come on, let's help you, yeah!"

Maryam listened more and more to the man's speech.

"My brother. No matter how bad you are, don't give up! Before you find a reason for what you live for? Again, do not give up! If you don't meet, give up! I give it back to each other personally. Because after all, there's a superpower inside of us."

"Haduuh, what the hell is this show," Maryam had almost changed her channel when Mario Angkuh shouted loudly.

"Don't change the channel! Listen to me talk, man of lucknut!"

"If you are sad, hard, moody, moping and do not know what to do. Remember, there is something sadder than you, which is me. So, what's it gonna be hard for? Be glad! Greet tomorrow with enthusiasm! Find your passion! Find things you love and make you smile while working on them, even if it hurts others! Once you find it, I'm sure, your life will be much more meaningful. Such are my friends, please respond to what I have said earlier!"

"Okay, Mr. Marioo, thank you for all the motivation for all the viewers, although I am sure that those who watched this show must now be thinking hard. However, it does fit with the title of our show. See you again in the next meeting at "Marioo Angkuh : Solving Problems without Solutions". Happy nice day!"

Maryam was stunned to hear that. "The passion?" Mumbled wailing. "Finding passion?" Deuteronomy.

Instantly the light bulb on Maryam's head lit up brightly. "Aah!" The cry was loud with the index finger straight up.