Old Girl Looking for Love
Day Two to Work

After a grueling drama, Mehmet is finally kind enough to give Rosmawati the keys to the flat. After an hour of waiting, Ahmad came in a hurry and handed the heirloom to Rosmawati.

The one who languishes here is Jamie. Trouble driving all the way from London, he still had to wait in front of the sidewalk.

"Ma'af yes, A'" Maryam said. "When the Memet lashed out with Maryam, but it hit all of us" Maryam snorted in annoyance.

Hearing Maryam's words, Rosmawati's grief intensified. Now he understands what it's like to be played with, it's like waiting for hours for someone he really hopes for, it's like being blown away when his imagination soars. Worse, the people around him were also affected.

"Aa' nginep here aja, yes, please," said Maryam. He could not bear to see his lover who was exhausted because he had helped Rosmawati to the fullest.

Even the three of them could already relax on the living room sofa now.

Jamie Scott, who was too tired, unwittingly fell asleep on a long sofa in super soft white. Unlike the sofa in their old flat, whose pears have been sticking out here and there, forming a trap so that they are always careful if they will sit, or pan*their tat bahenol will be punctured.

In this new flat, all the furniture and furniture is complete. There is even a microwave and refrigerator that smells new. Although, the flat rent was charged to Rosmawati, but the girl was quite grateful.

"Hooaahhm," Rosmawati yawned wide. "Gue sleep first, Mun! Tomorrow we have to leave early. Can't be late" he said.

"Yes, yeah, Jem. Aja first. I want to wait for Aa' Jamie to wake up" he said. Quite moving, because all this time Maryam is a girl who is indifferent, not too concerned about the environment and lack of attention. But apparently, all those vices have started to change since he got close to Jamie Scott.

Patiently, Mary was sitting drowsy next to the long sofa, where Jamie Scott lay. He hoped that the man would fall asleep until morning, so he didn't have to bother going back to London tonight either.

After falling asleep for a while, Maryam woke up as Rosmawati walked into the kitchen, opened the refrigerator door, then closed it again. "Ngelindur ya, Jem?" maryam asked suspiciously.

"Food day. The content of the refrigerator was just bottled mineral water," complained Rosmawati who finally chose to sleep again.

After seeing Rosmawati fall on her bed, Maryam's attention returns to Jamie Scott who is soundly asleep. He saw the peaceful and enchanting look was fixed. Suddenly a mischievous thought flashed through his magic brain. Silently, in silence, Maryam moved her face closer to Jamie Scott's face, instantly peeking at the handsome man's forehead.

The cup!

Short kiss but can burn the calories. Maryam's body immediately felt hot, so she decided to take drinking water in a dispenser that was again ready next to the refrigerator.

Mary took a sip of water vigorously. The sound of water going into the throat, loud rang out, making Jamie Scott wake up. "Gosh, what time is it?" tanyanya was anxious while glancing at the watch.

Maryam spent nearly half a gallon of water, surprised by Jamie Scott's voice. "Are you awake, A'?" his rest. He really doesn't want Jamie Scott coming home tonight.

"I'm sorry, Mary. I have to go home. Tomorrow I have to work" Jamie Scott said.

"Yes, that's it, A'. Neng anterin got off, "with some bottles of mineral water, Maryam accompanied Jamie Scott back to his car.

Jamie Scott was about to open the car door, then he paused. He preferred to sit first on the edge of the sidewalk, intending to spend a little longer with Maryam, whom he would rarely meet for some time.

Seeing this, Maryam sat down next to Jamie Scott, handing him a bottle of mineral water as his travel companion. Jamie Scott opened it and finished half of it.

"Yes paper, A'? Neng wants a treaty, but Neng's wallet thrashed nothing," said Maryam.

"Yes, already. Neng temenin," said Maryam shyly. "What are we talking about? The weather? Is the price of cooking oil rising? Or ..."

Maryam's babbling had to come to a halt when Jamie Scott silenced her with a warm kiss in the middle of the night.

From the eleventh-floor window, Rosmawati observes the drunken couple with a glare. "Diet. I miss the old Memet," he murmured softly, then got up and went to bed. Before going to bed, Rosmawati prayed that Mehmet's attitude would change to the best it used to be.

Repeatedly flipping through the restless body, Rosmawati fell into a deep sleep. So good, he almost got up late in the morning. After waking up Maryam, for some reason, Rosmawati hastily washed her face and changed her clothes. This time without makeup and anti-fake eyelashes, Rosmawati rushed to work.

Once lost entering the yard of people's house, finally Rosmawati arrived safely and on time, arrived in front of the factory owned by Zayn Malik KW 1.

"Good morning, Mr. Satpam," said a familiar reply to a factory security officer who was quick to open the gate.

From a distance, a middle-aged man whom he knew as the head of his division, waved at him. "Good morning, Miss Rosmawati," said the man.

"Good morning, Mr. Ferguson," Rosmawati replied excitedly.

"Today we're going to test a prototype of the latest type of car. Come with me to building F" the man asked.

As a new employee, Rosmawati complied and followed the steps of the man's growth.

Arriving at the building in question, Rosmawati's chest pounded to see Mehmet standing there, wearing a white lab coat and carrying an ipad. "Mrs. Hayder's here too?" whisper to Mr. Ferguson's.

"Yes, he's the one leading the test today" replied Mr. Ferguson whispered.

Hesitating, Rosmawati approached Mehmet and greeted him. "Good morning, sir. I'm not late for work, am I?" I say, try to get familiar.

"Good morning, Rose," Mehmet replied kindly. "In my time, you're actually two minutes late. There is usually a special punishment for late employees" Mehmet grinned, making Rosmawati feel bad. It felt like there was something sneaky that Mehmet had planned.

"What's the penalty, sir?" Rosmawati seemed to have trouble swallowing.

"Practice lunch for the friends of one division" Mehmet replied firmly. A satisfied smile emerged from his lips.

Rosmawati patted her head tight. "Where do I want to practice, Mr. Hayders. Not yet," she argued.

"Then, there's another punishment you can do" Mehmet grinned at the horse.

"What's that?" rosmawati's face was parsing.

"Being a waitress for everyone who's here for one business day!" Mehmet.

Rosmawati's body went limp for a moment.