Old Girl Looking for Love
Sorry to Rose

"Rose, get me this!"

"Rose, get me that!"

"Where's the coffee, Rose?"

"Light the switch!"

Rosmawati gasped for requests from her co-workers. Even when lunch was over, he had not had time for lunch.

Moreover, coupled with the demand of Mehmet strange, such as asking for ordered ice tea that the amount of ice stone is odd.

Mehmet was angry when his order came, one of his ice melted, so the number became even.

"Buddy, Gustii!" lamented Rosmawati. Luckily, it is now almost done working hours. The soft mattress is already reflected in the eye pelupuk.

"Not so fast, my dear! New employees usually have to be overtime on the first day!" tegur Ahmad, when Rosmawati was about to go to her locker.

"Outside? Yes, God," roared Rosmawati.

"Create a test report of the latest car design prototypes and collect them tomorrow morning at Mr. Hayders!" firmly Ahmad.

"Yes, I work at home, sir! So pe er!" tawar Rosmawati's.

"Eit, can't! Is it a schoolboy, make a pe er? Do it here!" Ahmad directs Rosmawati to the office building located opposite the factory building, then shows the poor girl's desk which is complete with a laptop and other office equipment.

Rosmawati grunted in annoyance. The intention of the lie evaporated already. I don't know how much longer he'll have to wait for this factory area.

"The sooner you work, the sooner you go home" said Ahmad Pongah.

"Gue stick with another mop, you know what you're feeling!" threaten Rosmawati while reaching for a stack of thick maps and she was about to throw them at Ahmad.

Suddenly, Ahmad ran away, away from the girl

Rosmawati finally had no choice but to do her job. Carefully, he opened the map of the results of the experiment report last afternoon and typed it.

Not felt, 3 hours have passed. Many times he yawned while staring at the laptop screen, until he finally called out, "Yes, bereess!"

It was only realized when there was no one in this room but him. The feathers bristled. His imagination began to run wild, imagining an invisible figure typical of Indonesia to the ghosts of Europe.

When cleaning his desk, the tail of Rosmawati's eyes caught a black flash pacing in front of the office door. Rosmawati's heart pounding became uncharitable because of it.

"Eh, who, huh? Ghosts, right?" yells.

Silence, no answer.

"Hello? Ghosts, huh? Kuntilanak what is Dutch noni-noni? Original where? Acquaintance, dong!? Let me say it later, use what language! If not India, yes! I don't speak Indian" he said.

THE CLONTANG!

Suddenly, the pencil and pen container that had been perched sweetly on the table, had just fallen to the floor.

"Maac!" pekik Rosmawati scared. Immediately he ran out of the room without turning his head while closing his eyes, until his body hit the chest of the field running in opposite directions.

The chest of the field was hard like a rock, making Rosmawati bounced and fell.

"Rose, are you okay?"

The soft voice so calmed Rosmawati's panic-stricken heart. Slowly, he ventured to open his eyes. "Me ... uh, Mr. Hayder?" rosmawati's eyes began to glaze over. He felt he could no longer. "Sa-I asked permission to go home. The report's done, hiks," he whispered.

"Why are you crying?" Mehmet approached and helped Rosmawati stand up. His tone sounded so worried.

"I'm tired, I want to go home. Want to rest," pinta Rosmawati said.

Mehmet paused for a moment, looking at Rosmawati with an elusive highlight. "I send you," he said briefly.

"It's not necessary, sir. I can go home by myself. Walk," timpal Rosmawati.

"If I don't want to take you, you can't go home!" mencam Mehmet ketus.

Mehmet developed his smile hearing the answer from Rosmawati. "All right, come on!"

Without permission, Mehmet took Rosmawati by the hand, walked to the elevator, got down to the ground floor and exited the office building. On the lobby terrace, Mehmet asked Rosmawati to wait. A few seconds apart. Mehmet emerged from the parking lot while guiding his matic scooter.

"Come on, up," Mehmet held out a helmet for Rosmawati. The girl also received it with an unreasonable heartbeat.

"Have you eaten?" mehmet asked Rosmawati, who was busy putting her helmet on.

"No, Sir! From the morning even. The afternoon also did not have time to eat," he said at length.

Mehmet was wide-eyed, as if to say something, but he held on. "Then, I'll treat you to a meal," he asked after he managed to normalize the expression.

Rosmawati who now turns wide. Unbelieving, Mehmet was willing to be nice to her. "Well, thank you very much, Met. Uh, Mr. Hayders. Hopefully there will be more and more," he said sincerely.

Without waiting for a long time, Rosmawati immediately rode in the Mehmet boncer and the matic scooter drove slowly through the dark streets of Birmingham.

"Met," call Rosmawati. However, Mehmet was silent.

"Met, I'm sorry. You can fuck me. You can bully me as much as you. Provided ... provided you are willing to forgive me," said Rosmawati stammered with a thumping chest. He didn't expect Mehmet to respond. He just wanted Mehmet to hear enough of his heart, that's all. A tear fell on Rosmawati's cheek. The more he stretched his circle of hands around Mehmet's waist.

What Rosmawati did not know was that the man was equally pounding. It was even tighter, especially when Rosmawati tightened her arms around Mehmet's waist. Almost, Mehmet took off the steering wheel of his motorbike so excited.

"You still like hotdogs?" asked Mehmet nervously.

"No, because you're not the one selling, '" replied Rosmawati, half-combatant, because he basically never refused any food, except poison.

"Chicken kremes?" Mehmet mentioned a famous fast food restaurant.

"Actually I prefer a sow, but since you are ngajak and payin, I really want to," said Rosmawati.

"Alright, we stopped by the beige chicken shop," Mehmet turned his bike to a 24-hour fast food restaurant.

There, Mehmet allowed Rosmawati to order whatever food she wanted, to the point that their table was full of piles of dishes filled with chicken with various spices.

The girl's appetite is still incredible. Mehmet who was actually also hungry, immediately felt full to see how to eat Rosmawati who was like a possessed person. "Hey, Rose," he called.

Rosmawati with her mouth full raised her face and looked at Mehmet. A chicken wing emerged from his mouth. "Hmm?" reply Rosmawati.

Mehmet laughed at seeing it.

"You were like scared. What's up?" ask Mehmet.

"Oh, that!" Rosmawati swallowed her beige chicken with great difficulty in order to answer Mehmet's question as quickly as possible. "There's an acquaintance, sir!" timpals enthusiastic.

"Who?" Mehmet looked at her suspiciously.

"It's like a European ghost. You see, Indonesian ghosts are more friendly and smiley" replied Rosmawati.

Mehmet scratched his forehead because he did not understand the meaning of Rosmawati's sentence.

Moments later, after waiting for Rosmawati to finish her meal, Mehmet drove Rosmawati home to her flat.

Slowly, Mehmet's attitude warmed up. He even helped Rosmawati take off her helmet and waited until the girl entered the flat.

Before opening the entrance, Rosmawati turned to Mehmet who was still faithful to look at her. "Thank you, Met! Thank you and I'm sorry" he said.

"Here, don't think about it. Come in, it's night. I'm sorry, too," Mehmet replied sincerely.

Soon Rosmawati rushed back towards Mehmet who remained seated on his matic scooter.

THE CUP!

One kiss on the right cheek of Zayn Malik kw 1, enough to make Mehmet's face blush like a boiled crab.

"Good night, Met! See you tomorrow" said Rosmawati, turning over and half running into her flat.