Old Girl Looking for Love
The Make Over Day

Mary was sitting beside the window. He watched the passerby below, in front of his flat building. At that time, Maryam was contemplating and looking for a strong signal so that her brain was not too weak.

A short complaint slid from her pink lips. At that moment, he saw an old woman walking while leading a cute little poodle dog in her very pretty clothes. Suddenly, a speck of bright light entered into Maryam's head which was 90% only filled with incomparable disgust. Instantly both eyes glowed beautifully.

"Yes .. I know!" He shouted while raising his head. He did not realize that he was in between the open windows. Can you imagine what happened to him? Yes, of course a hard blow. Hopefully, all the wangsit that has entered his brain, not too late because of the hard impact earlier.

Maryam grimaced as she rubbed her aching head. It seemed to be much more painful when compared to when he was decided by Charlie Manfred.

"Basically, the window has no morality! Don't know the manners! Already know there are people's heads, still ...." Maryam was silent as she continued to rub her head that felt shrill. There is no point in complaining, after all, at that time he had found an idea that was much brighter than the brand of laundry soap.

Maryam immediately went into Rosmawati's room. Before entering, he knocked on the door first. "Assalamualaikum, Jem! Get in!" Say Maryam while sneaking into Rosmawati's room. The girl's gaze was immediately fixed on the wardrobe of her conjoined twin friends. Mary went to the closet and knocked three times.

"Excuse me, Jem! I'm hitching a ride in your closet, yeah ..." said the girl again while taking out all Rosmawati's clothes one by one. I don't know what Mary was looking for at the time.

Moments later, the antique and rare girl smiled as she found Rosmawati's old dress which. Understandably, it is a shirt that is said to be a relic from the Rosmawati ancestral era.

Maryam immediately took the shirt. The question is, why did he tear apart Rosmawati's closet instead of her closet? The answer is nothing else and nothing is .. because if he ransacked his own closet, then he had to work hard to clean it up again. Meanwhile, if he ransacked Rosmawati's closet .. then let's have a closet that cleans it, Maryam's genius mind began to work.

For a moment he was stunned to see Rosmawati's messy room. There was a speck of guilt in his heart, but a moment later he just passed from inside the room.

"Ah .. si Ijem is used to cleaning up," murmured Maryam. Instantly the guilt that was just that speck, was now gone from his mind.

Maryam then collected her simple work equipment that had been stored in her closet for a very long time. Scissors, thread, needles and also other sewing equipment. After that, with high concentration, Maryam began to cut some parts of the shirt that she considered necessary to be read. All day long, he did that. He forgot to eat and forgot to go to the bathroom. Not for a shower of course, because today just happens to be not his schedule.

Until the evening when Rosmawati came home, then along with that Maryam's work was completed. Long dress that already looks very ancient and not so, finally now turned into clothes that look much more contemporary. The long-fashioned dress has been transformed into a beautiful short-sleeved sheath dress, with a ruflle accent on the bottom. Now the shirt can even be worn by Rosmawati to go to work and may be able to fascinate Mehmet for it.

"Yumuu, Mumuun! Ijem!" There was a loud scream coming from the door.

"Jeem! Here in! I have a surprise for you!" Sahut Maryam from the direction of the living room and the television room.

The curious Rosmawati immediately approached Maryam who was busy doing something. "What's up, Mun?" Ask.

"No!" Maryam showed Rosmawati's old clothes that she managed to permak into a beautiful formal dress.

"That's not so, Mun! Later there I can't even walk," he refused.

"Yee! Any idea why, Jem?" Scour Maryam. "Dibikin pretty don't want. Bayangin ntar if you meet Memet again, he must be seneng clay you turned fashionable like gini," he said.

Instantly Rosmawati was wide-eyed. He had almost forgotten that he was about to tell the scene of the scene during the interview this morning. "Jeez, you're talking Memet, I'm so sussy, Mun!" Rosmawati gripped Maryam's arm tightly.

"Yes, yeah. Just a story, Jem! But not while hurting my arm too many times," Maryam grimaced in pain.

"Oh, yes! Sora! I want a story! It turned out that my interview was Memet! Shocked, you!" Rosmawati said excitedly.

"What if he doesn't sell?" Asked plain Maryam, tilting her head.

"Well, that's still a mystery. He was the one who owned the company, Mun. Hotdog sales were because I used to be crazy about it, but now it is not anymore. What about you, Mun? I'm confused" said Rosmawati, scratching her head.

"OK," Rosmawati said and was about to enter her room.

As quick as Maryam's lightning prevented it, "Eit! Don't change clothes there!"

"Why?" Tanya Rosmawati was suspicious.

"It's okay. In the bathroom first! The chunky! Abis this I photographed you, trus ntar photonya I sent to Memet," urged Maryam full of compulsion.

In order to hear that Maryam was going to photograph her and send her picture to Mehmet, Rosmawati quickly obeyed her best friend's orders. "Ntar dance in my face, yeah!" her door.

"Big!" Maryam watched her conjoined twin friend disappear behind the bathroom door,

After that, Maryam hurriedly ran to Rosmawati's room and put her best friend's clothes scattered into the closet.

Maryam had trouble closing the door, for she had piled up the clothes with origin.

"Moon? Huh!"

Rosmawati's call was like an alarm for Maryam. Immediately he closed the door of the room loudly and rushed to Rosmawati.

Maryam also polishes Rosmawati's face with simple makeup, then grabs her straight hair, then combed it using her hands.

"Byeah, ready! Now a beautiful smile!" Aba-aba Maryam, which is greeted in the style of Rosmawati.

Some portraits of Rosmawati were taken by Maryam He seemed so proud of his work.

"Wouldn't you think the results were good?" Rosmawati asked doubtfully.

Maryam suddenly glared. Her pride as selfie queen when ABG is instantly disturbed. "Eh ... The jam! I'm a professional. Selfie photos I'm sure the results are good, what else photos people. Been already! Try now putting on a rich sexy face Gigi Hadid, who time the lipstick ad!" Maryam's orders.

"What's rich, Mun?" Tanya Rosmawati did not understand.

"Lah .. elu mah ngga gaul. Here's a rich gini ...." Maryam then performed a lizard-style plunge on the wall, with her face facing to the side. After which, he bent his head and slightly looked up. Maryam also lifted her chin slightly and spread her lips slightly open. Not forgetting, he raised his right leg back.

Rosmawati was stunned to see that style. "Should my Mun be that rich?" Ask doubtfully.

"Eh .. many of your protests are the same photographer, you will not be paid to be a model" said Maryam assured her best friend.

In the end, Rosmawati complied. His name is also Rosmawati. He does this style with great calculation. It was so stiff as hair shed by egg whites.

"Byeah, Jem! You are his talent for calculating the formula! There's no good of you being a model. Try to see the results. Lu rich is depressed and full of bathin burdens" said Maryam arbitrarily. "Eh .. but nothing! If you put a clear face, who knows the Memet will be satisfied with his heart and give you a big salary! That way I can ...."

"Absolutely! Pay off your old debt!" Sergey Rosmawati with annoyance.