Old Girl Looking for Love
Cross Paths

Today, Rosmawati officially quit the Mehmet company. Relieved as well as sad, that was how he felt. Light steps towards the flat. He opened the door of his flat. Maryam Yan was busy packing her belongings, which she would bring back to Indonesia.  Assisted by Jamie Scott. The man was so loyal and patient in the face of strange humans like Maryam.

"Jem, hunted! Bring your things you want to carry! Not much, yeah! Just as necessary! Not enough, expensive to pay!" tell Mary as soon as Rosmawati stands in front of her. “Wig you don't have to bring, besides won't be kepake there too!” babble Maryam without looking at Rosmawati. He prefers to look at the handsome guy who helped him pack. Maryam was even unceasingly smiling and blushing in shame, due to Jamie Scott's mischievous glances towards her.

 “Eh, ta-but, I haven't booked a ticket," replied Rosmawati doubtfully. His face looks troubled.

 "Udah, just calm down! He was bought by Ayank" and changed Maryam's nickname to Jamie Scott. When was the day the girl had called her fiancee with the title mbeb and kakang prabu.

"But ...." Rosmawati still looks doubtful.

"Passport is ready, all ready. The letters are complete. You are leaving! You better say thank you to my bebeb. In addition to the handsome he is also good to get to the crown," cut Maryam before Rosmawati had time to continue his words.

"When are we leaving?" ask Rosmawati again.

"Ntar malem, nine o'clock. We took the last flight" Maryam replied straightforwardly.

While Rosmawati the Galau Girl, just dumbfounded to hear it.

"Buruan!" maryam's jolt makes Rosmawati return to the conscious.

"Oh, okay, okay!" Rosmawati hurriedly entered her room and started preparing her beloved wheeled suitcase. He began to separate which he would bring later tonight, and which he would send to Indonesia using cargo services.

Yes, Rosmawati does intend to return to Indonesia for good. He was tired of living in a country of people. It is better that he would go to great lengths and cry blood in his own village. Moreover, his heart had already gone to marry another girl.

For a moment, Rosmawati pensively. "What about his wife's face? Absolutely great sure. Kayak Indian movie star. What is definitely not like me, which looks like a figure of a kuntilanak actress seeking revenge," he murmured in humility.

"Definitely cute, Memet is handsome. Where does he want the same ugly. Eh .. proof he used to have a crush on me yes," he continued. Feeling unable to get an answer from the complexity of his mind, Rosmawati returned to packing clothes and items that he would carry, until without feeling the time had shown at 6 pm.

"Jem! Haven't you? We have to leave as soon as possible. You take a shower first, gih!" exclaim Maryam who was immediately rejected by Rosmawati.

"Gue had taken a shower this morning," Rosmawati replied from inside the room, exclaiming.

"But you're a roving abis, Jem! You ain't gonna sit my ass down. I want to sit with my little brother. The same kasian I'll sit deket same you. If I'm immune, but other people can't stand it" exclaimed Maryam again from outside Rosmawati's room.

"Have a son! You think I'm a garbage bag? My sweat scents the aroma of therapy, Munaroh!" reply Rosmawati while continuing to clean her suitcase.

"Yes, yeah! Get dressed up there!" exclaimed Maryam again as it passed from the front of Rosmawati's room with the door still tightly closed.

Rosmawati sighed softly before choosing the clothes she would wear. While picking up a piece of sweater, a polaroid photo fell between piles of clothes. It was a photo he took with Mehmet, when they had a double date with Maryam and Jamie Scott at a night market some time ago in London.

Mehmet looked so cheerful, posing with a face adjacent to Maryam, a drop of tears trickled back down his cheek. Such beautiful memories. In his heart he wished that time could turn back.

Rosmawati again nodded. Lazily, he changed clothes, then took off his sponge skirt and wore beloved jeans. Lastly, the sweet sweater he chose was also worn on his body.

Rosmawati came out of the room dragging her suitcase. In the living room, Jamie Scott and Maryam are ready and looking neat.

"Eh, we're just three of us, are we?" ask Rosmawati astonishment.

"Yes, Jem. My camer can only leave tomorrow. Mr. Eder still has business" said Maryam.

"Oh, yeah that's it. Yuk," Rosmawati immediately opened the door of her flat wide, letting Jamie Scott and Maryam out first, before she locked the door. The plan of the lock of the flat will be entrusted to Scott Westwood, a young man single super duper handsome who became the keeper and manager of his apartment building.

Usually, the duo of bell girls will immediately shine cheerfully to see the appearance of handsome creatures. But now they have changed. Maryam was loyal to her fiance. His eyes never left Jamie Scott's handsome face.

While Rosmawati, so heartbroken, to the point that she could not see any other face other than the face of Zayn Klik kw 1 it. Wherever Rosmawati looked, there was Mehmet's face.

Long story short, after Rosmawati handed over the keys to Scott, she followed Maryam who had been sitting sweetly in the passenger seat beside the wheel. Jamie Scott will drive the car. Of course Rosmawati sits in the back and becomes a mosquito repellent for the two lovebirds who are kasmaran.

"Are you ready, everyone?" ask Jamie to make sure.

"Wheel!" maryam answered excitedly.

"Ready," said Rosmawati with a lethargic version.

"Bye-bye, Britain. Bye-bye, Memet, hiks," murmured Rosmawati as she wiped the tears that fell on her cheeks.

Without the three of them knowing, seconds after Jamie Scott's vehicle drove away from the flat building of the two conjoined twin friends, another car stopped in front of the building. The driver hurriedly got out of the car and half ran into the lobby. "Scot!" greet the man to the building guard.

"Hey, Mr. Hayders! How are you doing? How's vacation?" reply Scott friendly.

"I'm good, Scott. I want to see Rose. He must have gone home from work, right?" ask the man who is none other than Mehmet.

"Ah, you don't know yet, do you?" guess Scott by pointing his index finger. I don't know what that means.

"Why, Scott?" asked Mehmet with a worried mimic.

"Miss Rosmawati said goodbye to me about a few minutes ago. He said that he would return to Indonesia for a long time" Scott replied.

"What?" Mehmet was so shocked that his throat felt choked.

"Yes, Miss Rosmawati also said that she has officially quit your company" Scott said lightly.

Scott did not know at all that the heart of the man in front of him was crumbled.

Mehmet lowered his head, reaching into something from his suit pocket. A velvet box containing a diamond ring that he plans to dedicate to Rosmawati. Mehmet intends to propose to Rosmawati tonight. But it seems, his intention has failed to be implemented, or may be delayed.