Old Girl Looking for Love
Handsome Son-in-law

Rosmawati was so moved. Finally after so many years, he managed to set foot again in his beloved country. The warm weather, the friendly people, so deep in his heart. Rosmawati suddenly mellowed. Happy mixed with sad. Sad, because he won't be able to see Mehmet again.

Another case with Maryam, the girl looks so sumringah. Anyone who passes in front of him, he will surely greet, while not forgetting his hands wriggling spoiled in Jamie Scott's arms. Maryam seemed to show off her fiance to everyone.

"Is the distance from the airport to your house still far, dear?" ask Jamie Scott while wiping the sweat. They are now at the arrival terminal at the airport.

Maryam had not had time to answer, a man with a misty hair and mustache, jumping on the fence of the arrival terminal while carrying a sign that read: Nu namina Maryam, cobi kadieu. Simkuring!

"Eh, kang Dayat! It's Kang Dayat!" shouted Maryam excited.

"Who is Kang Dayat?" Jamie Scott astonished.

"Neighbor Neng, A'. He must have come to pick us up. Yuk!" Maryam immediately dragged the arm of her handsome fiance and approached Kang Dayat. Not to forget, Rosmawati followed behind.

After a brief pleasantry, (although the pleasantries between Jamie Scott and Kang Dayat do not connect at all, because one speaks English, the other speaks Sundanese), they immediately headed for the parking lot.

Before entering the car, Kang Dayat had draped a wreath of flowers on Jamie Scott, Maryam and Rosmawati.

"It feels like I want to be made into my offering, Mun," chirped rosmawati half whispered.

"That's okay, just accept it" Maryam suggested.

Finally, he could only resign himself and rush up the car.

After a very long journey, they finally arrived in the area of Bandung Regency. Right in a beautiful and beautiful village that does not need to be mentioned by name, which must be on the map of the island of Java, especially the province of West Java. Tired faces are very clear, especially the face of Jamie Scott who looks red, especially because the temperature is fairly hot for him who is accustomed to the climate in the UK.

The village is so beautiful. Although not as beautiful as the village in Switzerland, but the atmosphere there feels very peaceful. Paddy fields, ponds, become a complement to the atmosphere of shahdu that is not possible in the UK. Jamie Scott was so impressed by the view. “What is the contents of that pool, Honey?” jamie Scott asked as he continued to swipe his suitcase.

“Which is definitely not a mermaid, A,” answered Maryam at will, making the tall man only able to breathe softly. While Rosmawati laughed amusedly with the words of her conjoined twin friends.

Mary smiled broadly. In the end he was able to set foot again in the hometown that he had long left. Different from Rosmawati. His hair and face look shabby. A broken heart has broken her spirit. In a doldrums, he dragged his suitcase through a small alley until they finally arrived at a simple house owned by Maryam's parents.

“I didn't expect you to live in the middle of nowhere, Sweetie,” complained Jamie Scott after they entered Maryam's courtyard. Although tired, but he still looks excited especially because he will meet with his future father-in-law. All Jamie Scott's dreams came true already, when a woman in a small bun, wearing a singlet shirt and drawstring pants, opened the door for them. With a sumringah face, the woman immediately splashed into a hug ... Jamie Scott's.

Jamie Scott smiled. He glanced at Maryam who at that time looked scowled because Mak Odah preferred to hug Jamie Sscott first rather than drinya. “Mak sono ka Neng?” Maryam almost cried if Jamie Scott didn't calm her down. (Well, don't you miss Neng?)

Mak Odah just realized. The sixty-year-old woman then giggled while directly hugging and kissing her youngest daughter's forehead. “Aih, Neng. Komo we atuh Mak sono. Neng lived in England for a long time so added geulis wae. Exactly pisan jiga Mak keur ngora,” said Mak Odah while stopping the action of kissing a thousand shadows that he gave to Maryam. (Come, Neng. Of course Mak kangen. Long stay in England Neng become more beautiful. Exactly the same Mom when she was young)

Mary smiled sweetly. After that, he turned his gaze to Rosmawati. “Buruan you kiss my mother's same hand, let's bless your life!” ask Maryam. Rosmawati according to him. The girl grabbed Mak Odah's hand and kissed her hand. “Include Mak, I Rosmawati just call Rose. I'm Mary's friend in London. I am also where Mary groans and the ATM walks for her,”, Rosmawati said, smiling broadly and showing her rows of teeth.

“Si Rose Javanese Mak, she can not speak Sundanese,” timpal Maryam, make Mak Odah mangosteen.

“Yes already, let's go in! You guys must be cape, right?” bring Mak Odah. He opened the door of his house wide. “Eh, make a prospective mother-in-law, have Mother prepare a special room. The sheets are still new, yesterday Mother deliberately bought from Ceu Eha,”, said Mak Odah while glancing at Jamie Scott who did not understand what was said by Mak Odah.

“What did your mom say, Sweetie?” jamie Scott whisper.

“He said Aa was lucky to be able to get a girl like Neng,” answered Maryam accompanied by a crisp laugh. After that, he allowed Jamie Scott to enter the room that had been prepared for him.

“Of course .. yes, Honey!” said the man with the gray eyeball. He intended to kiss Mary, but the girl immediately restrained him.

“No, Aa! There's no kissing here! Haram, we're not legal. Neng could be crossed off from the heirs of Abah Jaka,” Maryam chatter makes Jamie Scott laugh amusedly.

“Tell your mother if my parents will be there in a few days. Prepare also a room for them,” order the handsome man with a smile that never separated from his face.

Maryam nodded slowly. After that, he decided to return to his conjoined twin friends who he let wait in the living room with Mak Odah. Apparently, they were talking familiarly. I don't know what they're talking about.

“Hei, Jem! Come on, I'll take you to your room. You must be cape and want to immediately fall, right?”

“Iya, Mun. My back feels misah same head, nih,” babble Rosmawati, “but I again ngbrol exclamation same mother you. Geez, your mom is so exciting, young at heart. I forgot about Memet for a moment,” said Rosmawati. He continued to follow Maryam to the room reserved for her.

“Udah, Jem! No one here can be sad! Lu lupain used to be the hairy Arab Camel! I know you as Darto. Uh, I have another friend who is still single, I give you a sosmed account,” cerocos Maryam. “This, your room decketan equals my room. This used to be my sister's room before she got married,” explained Maryam.

Rosmawati entered the room with a size that is not too wide. Room with walls decorated with posters of football players and legendary wrestlers named Hulk Hogan. The girl sat on a small couch and put her beloved backpack.

“Udah you rest first. I want to miss the first with my dear mother. I can't stand my desire to be the same as him. If you want to sleep, then sleep. It's time to eat, I woke up!” maryam said again as she walked out of the room.