Old Girl Looking for Love
Broken

It's been a month since Rosmawati last met Mehmet. Until this moment, the beautiful man did not leave his face to him. Mehmet suddenly disappeared. She's like a woman hiding in her neighbor's house, from a negligent mortgage debt collector.

Rosmawati chirp, miss, pilu. That made his performance in the office decrease drastically. Of course Ahmad was very happy to see it, because he had the material to bully the girl.

"Jeez, Rose! Your salary here is high, but why is it not comparable to your job? Ck. .. ck. .. ck ...." Ahmad clucked in wonder. The man, who now appears with a thick beard, began his first attack on Rosmawati.

Ahmad is very different. While the other Middle Eastern bourgeois were competing to keep Siberian tigers, lions, dinosaurs, and so on, he preferred to keep a beard. To him, keeping a beard felt much more economical. He does not have to spend a lot of money on his pet. Therefore, Ahmad allocated more funds than his income to remarry, secretly of course.

He would not dare to do so openly. His wife was very fierce, and Ahmad was included in the group of husbands afraid of wives. Therefore, he vented all his pent-up emotions that he was unable to complete to Rosmawati.

Ahmad does not know who Rosmawati really is. The girl must have been one of the WWF Smackdown fighters, had it not been prevented by Mak Katemi.

Rosmawati was silent and did not respond. He was even engrossed in typing the feasibility test report of the machine on his laptop. That afternoon, the office looked empty. Many officers have gone home.

"Hey, Rose! You hear no? You've made mistakes so many times in the lab, '" hardik Ahmad. He felt like he was the boss there. Though he also has a position that is not much different from Rosmawati. The advantages of Ahmad are only one, namely his confidence level is very high.

The girl just looked blankly at the laptop screen and then quietly hovered. "Where are you going, Mad?" tanyanya while propping up the chin.

"Oh, so Mr. Hayder didn't tell you?" Ahmad smiled cynically at Rosmawati. He continued to babble even though Rosmawati had not hugged him at all.

Rosmawati. He looked at the man closely. "Jawab why, anyway! I bumped your laptop too!" Rosmawati held her laptop up high, preparing to throw it at Ahmad.

"Waith! Hush!"  ahmad exclaimed in fear as he crouched down and hid his face behind a chair located in front of Rosmawati's desk.

"Mrs. Hayder is preparing for her wedding! So he went back to Dubai. His adoptive uncle was already planning to marry Mr. Hayder with his beloved daughter" Ahmad replied while still hiding, curled up behind a chair.

Rosmawati's horsepower evaporated out of nowhere. Put the laptop back carefully on the table. Suddenly his gaze was empty, his lips were muddled and tears were ready to slide down the cheek.

"Rose? Are you okay?" half worried, Ahmad observed a change in Rosmawati's attitude.

But the girl remained unmoved, not interested in answering. His chest is now hurting. If only there was a microphone that could hear the voice of the heart, perhaps this broken and broken heart would sound loud.

"So-so, she's getting married?" muttered Rosmawati stammeringly. "A-I thought ...." Rosmawati. He has no power to continue his sentence.

"I'm sorry, Rose. I think you already know" said Ahmad. Feeling guilty, she offers a handkerchief to Rosmawati who starts to shed tears. However, again Rismawati did not pay attention to it.

Ahmad continued to observe Rosmawati until she disappeared behind the elevator. The man only gawked when he saw a scene that was enough to make him wonder. Ahmad was still amazed, how could a Hayder Ali Yaseer bin Mehmet Abdullah be interested in such a girl. He just shook his head.

In the elevator, Rosmawati repeatedly stepped up while holding her chest. He looked up, looked up at the ceiling of the elevator as he muttered, "It turns out this is so, it feels heartbroken."

Regret is back. His delusion floated at a time when Mehmet was still eagerly chasing after him. Not only once has Rosmawati rejected Mehmet, even in a rude way. Now he must feel his karma.

Another case with Rosmawati, Maryam is currently happy. That afternoon, Jamie Scott came to bring good news.

"I've had discussions with my mother and father. They've agreed to ask for and propose to you directly to both of your parents" Jamie Scott said enthusiastically.

Mary covered her mouth with both palms. He felt very excited to hear that.

"Are you sure you want to propose to Neng?" mary asked in disbelief.

Jamie Scott immediately grabbed Maryam's hands and clasped her fingers tightly. "Of course, Honey. I've never felt this confident. I know it might be too soon, but I don't want to wait any longer. After all, my father and mother had already agreed, so let alone the problem?" Jamie Scott looks very fiery.

"Then, Neng must say the same mother so that mother has no preparation," said Maryam with full haru. Finally, one of the millions of his ideals that have not been realized can be implemented as well.

Like a soap opera Ties Rapia whose story is inexhaustible, so is the happiness and haru that Maryam is now feeling. The girl clenched her lips which started to curl and quiver as it held back the crying. Jamie Scott immediately prevented it.

"Don't cry, Mary! This is happy news, so you should be happy" said the copper-haired man.

"Neng is happy, A but ... but ...." Maryam could not continue her words. It even sobbed.

Seeing that, Jamie Scott was getting restless. Maryam embraced with affection. "Why should you cry?" whispered.

"Because .. because ... because Neng does not have the cost to go home ..." isak Maryam.

"God! Don't think about it. Because I invited you to meet your parents, then I will bear all the costs," Jamie Scott said confidently.

Suddenly Maryam's round eyes shone brightly. He was also ready to turn his lips to throw his handsome lover as a thank you. However, all of that had to be stopped due to a tight break at the door of the flat.

Rosmawati stood panting in the doorway. His eyes turned red like a bull was about to butcher. "If this is the way, I want to quit my job!" his screeches.