Old Girl Looking for Love
The First Day of Grief

Rosmawati left for the office confidently. Wrapped in a short-sleeved black seath dress with a ruffle accent on the bottom which is the result of Maryam's delight. With a slightly thick make up on the eyelashes, Rosmawati walks down the street. He then stopped the taxi. He learned from yesterday's experience. Walking makes his makeup fade and hair messy.

Gracefully, she opened the taxi door and was about to sit in the passenger seat. Honey, his head was stuck on the roof of the car so that it caused a pretty loud impact sound. Rosmawati paused loudly while rubbing her head.

"Are you okay, Miss?" Ask the taxi driver.

"Yes. I'm fine," Rosmawati replied grimacingly. "It's okay! Thats okay! Must stay calm! For the sake of Memet ... must look beautiful and graceful!" Rapals in the heart. "To the Kingstreet Building yes, sir! I am a real officer now. Look at my clothes. Cool, right?" Celoteh Rosmawati's.

The driver just glanced from the rearview mirror with a astonished look. "That's what's on your eyelids, Miss? Like it's coming off?" Asked the thick-moustached man curiously. The man reminded Rosmawati of the proud dangdut singer of the archipelago, Cici Hindiki.

"Say my conjoined twin friends, this is the model. Eyelashes anti-counterfeiting latest version," explained Rosmawati proudly.

The man with the mustache just nodded. "Oh," he said briefly.

Rosmawati smiled proudly. She felt beautiful and different from usual, although discomfort began to attack her eyelids.

"It's over, Miss," said the taxi driver,

"OK, thank you," after giving the fare, Rosmawati rushed down from the taxi. He no longer wears high heels, but rather flat shoes that he bought from severance money.

Rosmawati is determined to get Mehmet back. He wants to restore Mehmet like the person Mehmet once was. "Good morning" Rosmawati greeted the friendly receptionist who greeted her at the information desk in the lobby.

"Good morning," replied the beautiful receptionist was no less friendly.

"I got accepted for work here yesterday. Mr. Hayder interviewed me himself. He said, I can work from today," said Rosmawati.

"You're Miss Rosmawati Rozi?" The receptionist asked back.

Rosmawati nodded quickly until her eyelashes almost sagged, immediately she put them back together. Because it does not stick, he moistens the eyelashes with his saliva, then presses them into the eyelids until they are attached perfectly.

"Mr Hayder Ali told us, if you come," the receptionist said dumbstruckly.

"Yes, why? What message?" Rosmawati is cool. One hand he piles on the edge of the information table made of luxurious ceramics, while the other hand is ruffled waist.

"You are asked to go directly to the location of the factory where we manufactured it," replied the receptionist, holding back a laugh, seeing that the false eyelashes were almost shed again.

"Where's the location of the factory?" Ask Rosmawati again.

"In Birmingham, Miss."

"What?" Rosmawati was wide-eyed, this time her eyelashes fell right over the hands of the beautiful receptionist. Spontaneously the woman screamed, remembering Rosmawati's spit had already reached there.

"Due ... What the hell is it? How did yesterday afternoon chat time not say that the factory is in Birmingham? He deliberately nergerjain me like this," grumbled Rosmawati slowly.

"Yes, that's it. I'll be heading to Birmingham soon" Rosmawati said limply.

Again, the woman in front of Rosmawati was again surprised by her behavior. "Li-five pounds?" Stupid nervous.

"Yes, I'll pay next month. If it's payday," persuaded Rosmawati while raising her eyebrows.

Half terrified, the receptionist reached into something in his blazer pocket, then handed a black coin purse to Rosmawati. "It-it's.. Use it wisely, yes!" The woman's message grimaced.

Rosmawati opened the wallet and counted the most dime. "Well .. there are ten pounds!" Excitement restrained.

"Yes, Miss. Just put it on first," the beautiful receptionist raised her hands as if she was being robbed.

"All right, thank you, yeah. I am moved .. hiks .. you are so kind, yes," Rosmawati grabbed the woman in front of her and hugged her warmly, like a friend she had known for decades.

The woman took a deep breath. Actually he did not intend to lend money to the rosmawati, but because he saw the fierce and tile-like look, the woman relented by giving her spare change.

Rosmawati put it in a bag. He then said goodbye and left. He prayed that on his first day at work, he would not be late and could do well.

Three hours had to pass to Birmingham, because the road was suddenly jammed. "What if every day had to go back and forth so far, huh?" Mumbled uneasily. "Later Mumun," he continued.

Rosmawati was pensive in that taxi. Anxiety had already enveloped his face. Many times, he glanced at the circular watch in his right hand. “Aduh ... The sir! Can you find a rat road just don't, anyway?” Rosmawati looks increasingly anxious

“Sorry, Miss. I'm a new driver, so I only know the main road. From later on you I bring a muter-muter, thought I was the kidnapper again,” bright taxi driver with a crest like a parrot on the front of his hair. Rosmawati complained slowly.

“Aduh .. but if gini story, I can make up I fade again. Free I dandan martial dandan from morning,” Inner Rosmawati while gently stroking her face and back fix the eyelashes anti-counterfeiting by pressing her slowly. There was nothing he could do but surrender and surrender.

Finally, after a while passed, the taxi car was able to return to speed. Usut had a mouthwash, which caused congestion was because there was a chicken transport truck that had an accident. All the chickens he was transporting were loose and running on the highway.

After a while, Rosmawati finally arrived at the production site of Mehmet's LambeyJono car company. In a hurry, Rosmawati got out of the taxi. He almost forgot to pay his taxi.

One thing that made Rosmawati even worse was when she saw Mehmet had just come out of the factory. He was walking towards the parking area.

"Miss Rozi's? You just came at this hour?" Tegur Mehmet with a face and tone of speech that is quite firm, making Rosmawati's guts instantly shrivel.

"Sorry, Met .. uh ... Mr. Hayder ... on the road it's jammed so bad so I ...." Rosmawati spoke very nervously. He felt that Mehmet's gaze had intimidated him.

"I don't want to know what's your reason. I just want you to show your professionalism as part of this company. Remember, Miss Rozi! There are still many out there who want the job and the job I gave you! So please show your dedication, don't act like it! I don't like someone who isn't professional!" Mehmet's words sounded so scary to Rosmawati.

"Good, Sir! I understand" said Rosmawati. Her intention to look beautiful in front of Mehmet again failed. Especially when it suddenly came back to her eyelashes detached and blocked her view.

"Ow .. sorry, sir. Mary was this masangin in a hurry, so it was even like this. Her intention was to look beautiful instead ...." Rosmawati did not continue her words because she saw Mehmet passing before her. Rosmawati was disappointed. However, he did not know if Mehmet left in a hurry because the man could not bear to laugh.