Old Girl Looking for Love
Meet the Widow of Hebring

Rosmawati surged in shock when she found her washcloth had not been wiping glass, but was on the face of a woman. The woman who was looking at him with anger.

"I'm sorry, Madame ..." rosmawati regretted with a face that began to be filled with anxiety. He plays the rag he holds by rolling it up.

"Sorry? Just enough with the word "sorry"? No!" The woman's anger grew. "Unbelievable!" Grumpy lady with tight mini dress. His big eyes looked even bigger like jengkol seeds. He then tidied his hair and wiped his face with a piece of tissue paper.

Because it was disturbed by the small commotion, not long ago finally mr. Blake came to them.

"What's this about? Why are you guys making a fuss here?" He asked with undoubted charisma and good looks, which made Rosnawati's heart melt again like a hot ice cream.

"Who is this office girl? He's been acting too late and disrespectful to me!" Appoint the woman with her densely packed body shape.

"What are you doing to the extent that you're making Lidya that angry?" Ask mr. Blake with an emman who is so attached to him like affixed using mouse glue.

"I'm sorry" said Rosmawati with a face full of regret. Occasionally he glanced at the face of a woman named Lidya who looked very angry and like wanting to pounce on him immediately made Rosmawati grimace in horror. Especially when Rosmawati glanced at the woman's long and pointed fingernails, like chicken nails with white cuttings.

"I'm sorry Madame ..." said Rosmawati again.

"Already! You just go back to the pantry and make us both drinks!" Tell mr. Blake with his voice that sounded very shahdu like the voice of his mother's favorite singer Rosmawati first is, Afgan.

Rosmawati immediately nodded and turned to the troll containing her war equipment. He pushed back the trolli and came out of the meeting room before he was stunned when he heard the woman named Lidya calling mr. Blake as "sweetheart".

Lidya Rodriguez's. A woman of about forty-five years. Her appearance is very sexy with her synthetic body that deserves the nickname Madame Debron. The reason, because he has a body shape that is too prominent, both the front and the back.

In his hometown of Mexico, Lidya Rodriguez is known as a conglomerate. The land is acres with lush vineyards. In addition, he also owns a pony farm.

Lidya has divorced her politician husband, Esteban Espinoza Del Castro. The man was found guilty of committing a criminal act of corruption that is very detrimental to the country. He was also sentenced to prison.

While Lidya, she is the type of woman who does not like solitude. He hates loneliness and is always hareudang. His acquaintance with Justin Blake some time ago, has made him so fascinated to the handsome man. Of course, for him Justin Blake is a delicious brondong sprinkled with BBQ seasoning. Their introduction at one of the bona fide night clubs in Mexico City, has made Lidya feel alive again after almost a year he languished because he was rarely stroked.

Steadying his heart, Lidya also sued for divorce Esteban who was still in prison and turned to his handsome brondong. He gives anything to Justin Blake. Especially at this time, when the company mr. Blake is in crisis.

The hebring widow also helped the company owned by mr. Blake was happy. Of course, that's a double benefit for Justin Blake. In addition to being able to date experienced bohay widows, she also gets financial support for her company.

With maximum manyun lips, Rosmawati walked towards the pantry. He continued to grumble along his steps even until his face disappeared behind the elevator door.

Upon arrival at the pantry, Rosmawati immediately made two cups of coffee for a couple who were now either doing what on the eleventh floor. While stirring the coffee with a small spoon, Rosmawati also hummed cheerfully,

"Better toothache ... than this heartache .. let not ...." Rosmawati did not continue her senandnya because suddenly someone patted her shoulder until she was shocked half dead, even so surprised he drank coffee that he would serve to mr. Blake and her boyfriend are widows.

"Hey!"

"Oh, my God!" Screeched Rosmawati while stroking her chest, "Chelsea .. you startedled me!" Rosmawati looked upset.

(You surprised me)

Rosmawati repeatedly stuck out her tongue that felt strange due to drinking hot coffee accidentally.

"Don't forget, later in the afternoon we go to the salon and spa!" Chelsea reminded him of his promise.

"Not now, Chelsea! My account is still uninhabited. Two more days, yeah!" Pinta Rosmawati.

"Yes, canuun .. that's the time, Rose! It will be late afternoon. I'll treat it!" Chelsea are a little pushy.

Hearing the word 'tractir', Rosmawati's ears widened. "Really?" Ask ensures.

"Yes, geez. Chelsea! Maturnuwuun sing akeh, yoo! Mugi Gusti Allah sing mbales!" Rosmawati in Javanese.

(Thank you very much, yes! May the Lord repay)

Of course Chelsea just frowned at the sign of not understanding. The blonde girl could only master English. "Whatever! I don't understand," he said, not caring. "I'll wait for the afternoon after work, okay!" He said as he passed.

Rosmawati is still excited. He should inform Maryam of this glad tidings.

He grabbed his phone and quickly called his conjoined twin friend. However, after several times connecting, then the call lifted.

"Hello!" Maryam was busy wearing eyeliner over her eyes.

"Mer! Later in the afternoon we are bought by Chelsea nyalon!" Rosmawati exclaimed with excitement to the point of making Maryam's eyes look mocked by the eyeliner. Tears also dripped from the corner of Maryam's eyes that felt sore.

"Waduh .. I can't today. I'm busy till tonight," Maryam refused, "Lu'll be fine!" continued the girl while cleaning up the remains of her tears.

"What's so busy, Lu?" Rosmawati began to wonder. He was very curious, like the Goerge and the yellow hat man.

"Jalan sama aa Caca. Around the city together," Maryam's tone of voice sounded happy.

"Yes, that's it. I go alone, yeah! Don't ngiri!" Rosmawati immediately turned off her phone and resumed her work.

In the afternoon, the kind-hearted Chelsea picked him up in the OB room. After changing into casual clothes, Rosmawati followed the blonde girl to the basement, where the girl parked her vehicle. After that, they immediately drove to their salon and spa subscription.

While Rosmawati was pampering herself at the spa, another case with Mehmet.

In the corner of the park on the side of the river Thames, Zayn Malik KW 1, pensively waiting for his heart that never arrived. It's been two hours from the schedule, but Rosmawati still hasn't been seen there. Doldrums, the handsome man was restoring his hair. "Rose, what should I do to get your attention?" mehmet in his heart.

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Maryam already looks beautiful in her costume. The girl with long, wavy hair was unceasingly flaunting a row of her adorable teeth. He enjoys moments that may only happen once in his lifetime.

"Yes, Lord .. What dream did I have last night, so that I could walk side by side with this handsome actor?" Mary's murmured in his heart.

"By the way .. What about that last Aa movie? It's called "At Swimming Pool". Will it continue season two?" Mary asked without letting go of her big smile. Occasionally he plucks cotton candy that he is holding.

"Did?" Charlie Manfred turned to him with a wrinkled face.

Maryam stunned. His eyes moved to the left and to the right. While continuing to pick at his cotton candy, he thought as he smiled to himself.

"I mean you .. yes you, Mr. Handsome," point at the girl with cotton candy in her mouth.

"My name is Charlie" the twenty-seven-year-old actor failed.

"Yes and my name is Mary" said Maryam, grinning her horse.

"Then ... Who is Aa?" Charlie asked, still curious.

"Of course .. it's you, mister," said Mary as she continued to smile indistinctly. Even the lamp post he smiled.

Charlie continued to move while thinking. Occasionally he fixed the glasses and wig he wore. It was all he was willing to do to support his disguise, and of course the idea of Maryam. While the wig itself is Rosmawati's.

"I don't understand at all, Miss Mary," Charlie Manfred said, shaking his head. Don't let him realize the stupidity of the antique girl.