Old Girl Looking for Love
Pilu Interview

"Sit, Rose!" Mehmet's words still sounded soft, but there was no more warmth in them. Mehmet now, turned into a cold.

"Oh ... no!" Shouted Rosmawati in the heart. "Is he now a cold and ruthless CEO?" Inner again.

"M-thank you, Met," said Rosmawati nervously. Before heading to the chair, he took the time to wear red high heels on it. After feeling that the shoe was installed perfectly, he walked in a style that was made graceful. But alas, his legs sprained when his hands had managed to touch the back of the chair.

He almost fell, but Rosmawati clung to the edge of the chair. He grimaced at Mehmet and said, "Sori, Met! No ordinary ladder shoes."

"I wish we could be professional, Rose! From this moment on, call me Mr. Hayders. I'll interview you and decide whether you're eligible to join my company or not" Mehmet said. His tone was flat, flatter than the toll road which was sometimes still a little bumpy.

"Well, Me .. I mean, Mr. Hayder," Rosmawati replied as she wiped the sweat that had re-emerged on her forehead.

"It's hot, huh? AC's dead, huh, Met? Uh ... Mr. Hayder?" Rosmawati starts groggy. He shook his hands quickly in front of his chest.

"Maybe you'd better take your scraf off. My eyes hurt a little to see it. Too conspicuous," ledek Mehmet while holding back a laugh.

"Oh, yes," Rosmawati immediately followed Mehmet's advice by removing the green scarf of his polka-dot patterned moss. Not to forget, he tried to get his hair straight. He tried hard to pull his hair upright challenging the sky so as not to stiff and can be controlled.

"Ow ... Mr. Hayders! Wait a minute, yeah! I started to feel uncomfortable with my hair," Rosmawati grimaced while looking for a way to scratch her scalp.

Not losing his mind, Rosmawati swept a glance around the room and found a flower vase located on the sofa table behind his body. The antique girl immediately stood up and lifted the flower from inside the vase and then simply placed it on the table.

After that, he poured the water in the vase into his hair. "Haduh .. lega ..." he said, while massaging the scalp.

Her hair was now somewhat softened and willing to be styled, no longer standing upright like a tower. Rosmawati then returned to her seat and smiled sweetly at Mehmet. "Let's continue, Mr. Hayders!" With a face without sin.

Mehmet could only gawk at Rosmawati's behavior. She's the only girl who never keeps an image in front of her.

"So, Mr. Hayders. Before you ask, let me ask you first .. because I am curious. If I am curious, I will not be able to answer the question correctly. Isn't that right, isn't it?" Rosmawati raised her eyebrows and grinned towards Mehmet.

It made Mehmet bow his head and massage his temple. In fact, Mehmet posed like that just to hide the laughter.

A few seconds later, Mehmet lifted his face back and asked Rose with a flat face, "Well, what do you want to ask?"

"So this way," Rosmawati moved her body and stared fixedly at Mehmet's face. Instantly his attention was distracted by pliable eyelashes, hazel eyeballs, firm and neat eyebrows. Then, do not forget, the reddish thin lips that have ever touched his lips.

Rosmawati has lost her memory. His mind went back empty. He almost drooled with his mouth open as Mehmet called out his name. "Rose, please! Don't waste my time! I'm so busy!" The hardship.

"I'm sorry. Uh ... I want what was that?" Rosmawati seemed to be thinking hard.

"Oh .. yes!" Rosmawati snapped her fingers. "Actually who are you, anyway? Memet or Mr. Hayders? Are you a hotdog or not? How come when I put your wheelbarrow, there are fathers who say that the hotdog gerobag has him and you just rent? I'm confused, Met! Uh, wrong again. Mr. Hayders! I'm so confused!" His pedicab.

Mehmet was a little stunned at Rosmawati's question. However, he felt that now was a good time to explain himself to the girl who had made him crazy.

"My name is Hayder Ali Yasser. Mehmet Abdullah is my father's name. When I was five months old, I was left on the doorstep of an orphanage. I was placed in a cardboard box with a small note that read: this is my son. I'm putting it on you guys."

"Under the little note, there is the bright name and signature of my father, Mehmet Abdullah", Mehmet said.

"Oh ..." Rosmawati's eyes glared at Mehmet. His fiery force evaporated, changing into a gentle and timid meek force. Shamefully means.

"So, Met! Uhm ... Mr. Hayders! You're a hotdog or ...."

"I'm the owner of this company. East Arab Company," Cut Mehmet.

"Because I was being stupid and crazy about a girl who was completely unaware of my presence. But now I am conscious. My time is wasted on something that has no benefit. So, I decided to stop and start moving on" Mehmet said, still with his tone flat.

Rosmawati's eyes began to glaze over at Zayn Malik's explanation kw 1. Clearly, the girl Mehmet was referring to was him.

For some reason, Rosmawati's feelings were like sliced. Sad and heartbroken at the same time. Even more sad than when Justin Blake was caught playing himself.

Does this mean he's in love with Mehmet? Rosmawati's eyes shimmered, then dimmed. If falling in love is free. It was too late, for Mehmet had closed the door of his heart to Rosmawati.

So he decided not to ask any further. Scratching his head, Rosmawati smiled at Mehmet, "Okay, Mr. Hayders. I'm ready for an interview."

"Okay, first of all. Tell me about you."

(First of all, tell me about yourself)

"Too many stories in my life, sir. Do you want a happy, sad story, or in the middle?" Rosmawati asked back.

"Can you tell me more specifically?" Mehmet tilted his head slightly, leaning his chin on his right hand.

"Well, you're not specific either" said Rosmawati, but with the best lips, aka grimacing.

"The educational background?" Mehmet leaned forward, reaching for the expensive ballpoint pen available on the desk. He also grabbed a blank paper neatly stacked next to a computer monitor screen with a perforated mangosteen logo.

"I am an S1 graduate of the Faculty of Science Department of Physical Sciences London University. I can study away from my country with the help of scholarships" Rosmawati said.

"I know" Mehmet said.

"I graduated with a satisfactory GPA," continued Rosmawati. He then took out a map from inside the backpack that had gone undetected due to the appearance of the tumpeng tower and Mo's bread. Map containing attachments photocopies of diplomas and various certificates that he then handed over to Mehmet.

"I know," Mehmet said again, receiving a bright yellow map, then opening sheet by file with a smile. There's a picture of Rosmawati over there. The girl who looks simple with a simple smile, but turns out to have peerless innocence.

"I also had experience working in a physics laboratory owned by my lecturer. But I was fired because of a mistake that was committed to me. In fact, actually I am innocent," said Rosmawati.

"I know" Mehmet said.

"Memet, um! I know I know from now on. If you know everything, what's the name?" Sung at. Rosmawati then slithered. He closed his mouth when he realized something. "I'm sorry, sir. I am not polite. Forgetting that you are no longer the Mehmet I know," he murmured softly in a sad tone.

For a moment, Mehmet was stunned before finally throwing a cynical smile in response to Rosmawati's chant. "You know what company this is?" Ask to divert the conversation.

"Of course! I was looking at Mbah Gumel about the East Arab Company. An automotive company that produces the most prestigious luxury cars, LambeyJono. even to the smallest spare parts of LambeyJono only produced single by East Arabia," explained Rosmawati in detail.

Implied a proud look from Mehmet's face before asking another question. "Do you know where it will be placed?"

"Wherever you can, sir. Not in the store. Later I thought I was a vagabond," said Rosmawati quickly.

"I'll put you in the production division. You are responsible for checking and testing the quality of materials produced according to the standards set by the company. I gave you three months for the internship. If your performance is good, I will appoint you as a permanent employee with a satisfactory salary of course. If not .. then I'm forced to lay you off" Mehmet said. "Is that understandable, Rose?"

"Yes, Sir!" Rosmawati nodded quickly.

"Good" said Mehmet briefly. He then got up from his seat while carrying Rosmawati's map, then passed leaving the girl alone in the Golden room.

While Rosmawati just silently observed the sturdy back was walking away until it disappeared from the field.