Old Girl Looking for Love
Pelakor Solehah

It has been two days Rosmawati eating, sleeping and snacking in the beautiful hometown of Maryam. During that time, he still could not eliminate the turmoil due to Mehmet's shadow. Rosmawati even thought of applying to be Mehmet's second wife.

On the sidelines of her daydreaming activities imagining the lashes, Maryam sneaks into Maryam's room which is now occupied by Rosmawati. He intended to surprise his conjoined twin friend. His fingers were ready to tickle his waist, but before the intention was accomplished, Rosmawati suddenly turned and scattered towards Maryam.

"Yes, shit! It's okay to be a second wife. So the solemn actor also doesn't matter, as long as it's the same you, Met," Rosmawati with her eyes closed, hugged Maryam and kissed her cheek many times.

"Jeez, Jem! Speak, Jem!" Maryam pushed Rosmawati's body up from the bed.

Rosmawati grimaced in pain while holding her waist. "What the hell are you, Mun! Sick tau!" his protest.

"Well, you maen nyosor-nyosor! As long as you know yes, what can my nyosorin now just Aa Jamie. Other than him, it's forbidden!" his nag.

"Well, who's nyosor?" elak Rosmawati standing up.

"It just happened to ngigau, Jem? How can you not remember that abis hugs my kiss-ciumin?" ask Maryam curious.

"Times, anyway?" muttered Rosmawati with an innocent look. "Gue laper, Mun. What do you cook?" ask her then while scratching her head.

"There's so much cooking! Today, ortunya Aa wants to come. You finished breakfast must help me clean up and welcome Mrs. Harlekin same Mr. Eder, okay!" maryam's Order.

Rosmawati nodded. It was no problem for him to do any work, as long as he could eat as much.

The two girls immediately rushed to the dining table. All the dishes are various, have been arranged neatly there. Shamelessly and without further ado, Rosmawati immediately devoured what was in front of her.

"If you eat do not forget to breath, yes," advised mak Odah who is busy arranging dishes and other eating utensils.

"Berez, mom!" sahut Rosmawati with full mouth.

It did not take long for Rosmawati to finish two rice dishes and side dishes. She leaned back on the chair while gently stroking her slightly bulging stomach.

"Udah, eat? Now help me!" Maryam placed her plate in the sink, followed by Rosmawati.

"Eh, not washed yet, the plate?" ask Rosmawati.

"Yes, yeah! Washin's mine," said Maryam lightly, making Rosmawati grunt annoyed. However, he could not refuse the order of his conjoined twin friends.

After washing the dishes, Rosmawati prepared to help Maryam to decorate the house. Attach paper flowers in every corner of the house. Installing a tablecloth and flower vase on the living room table, also sweeping and mopping the floor, then installing maroon-colored rugs in the living room and family room.

Rosmawati wiped the sweat off her forehead when all her work was done. "Where are you, Mun? How can you not help?" skink.

"Morning ngadem in the guest room. Posing cute under AC. Don't worry, yeah! Enough is enough for me to take care of him" said Maryam.

"So, I'm not interested" said Rosmawati.

Maryam was about to return her magic bohemian when her phone rang loudly. Mrs Name. Harlekin is on the screen. "Well, the plane landed like that!" yells.

Panicked, he ran to and fro, looking for Kang Dayat. Apparently, Kang Dayat was busy sitting in the corner of the terrace while arranging a flower necklace that he would later present to his guests.

"Kang! Get camer Neng! Waiting right now!" maryam shouted right in front of Kang Dayat.

Suddenly the man was surprised to almost fall backward. "Wheel!" replied Kang Dayat.

Now, it was the man's turn to panic to find the keys to his car. After finding it, he rushed into the car and turned it on. "Izin speed yes, Neng!" the thrill while pushing, like the scene in the car race film that Maryam often watched on television.

Two hours later, the two antique girls had already appeared neat and stood on standby on the porch of the house. Maryam was ready to welcome her future father-in-law from England. He wears a short-sleeved kebaya combined with a batik skirt, which makes it look less formal. The girl also carried her hair, even if it was just an ordinary bun. While the handsome Jamie Scott, who was satisfied to cool off in the room AC, appeared very charming with long-sleeved batik clothes patterned in line with the skirt worn Maryam.

Rosmawati does not want to be too complicated with her appearance. He only wears an asymmetrical patterned loose dress. Dress with three-quarters of the knee. As usual, she tied her hair in a ponytail style.

It also looks like mothers in green and black striped uniforms, who are ready to sow tambourines to welcome candidates for Mak Odah besan. Mak Odah remains adamant about sharing his happiness with his Cabok Band gang, even though Maryam has banned him.

Moments later, the car driven by Kang Dayat, had reached Maryam's spacious courtyard. The 40-year-old man got out of the vehicle. He opened the passenger door. The wreath he had prepared was now perched perfectly on the necks of Mr and Mrs Eder.

Mak Odah gave a signal to the tambourine group from the Taklim Majlis he used to follow, to beat their musical instruments. The strains of song stomped vigorously and shahdu, further brightening the atmosphere that afternoon. Despite the noise, Mrs. Harlekin and Mr. Eder was unceasingly smiling happily.

The lively atmosphere of the afternoon was inversely proportional to the quiet atmosphere in a modest house located in a remote village in the Mojokerto area.

A beautiful man with a sharp nose with his lashes seemed to observe the house in front of him.

He dared to knock on that door. He waited until someone opened the door for him.

A few minutes passed, and no one came out of the simple house. He knocked the door harder. There was no answer from inside either.

Until several times the handsome man knocked on the door, to the extent that his fingers were sore, the door of the house was not open.

"Synthetic madosi, le? (Who's looking, son?)" A middle-aged woman suddenly stood beside the handsome man. He looked at the handsome creature in front of him with a stunned look. He touched the little hair, then pulled it. The handsome man grimaced in pain.

"Oh, by uwong tibake. Don't think angels. How to check e (Oalah, it turns out you're human. My angel. How handsome)," said the woman with admiration.

"I'm sorry, I don't understand" said the handsome man.

"Oh, so to. What is this sampean talking about? I don't understand" the woman scratched her head covered in a yellow veil.

"I'm Mehmet's. I'm looking for the owner of the house" the man pointed his index finger at the house in front of him.

The woman gawked, then shouted to call out someone's name, with an eye that could not be separated from Mehmet.

"Sir! Sir! Celukno Point! Onok Londo to iki! Don't-don't be so damn close, sir! (Call Point! This is a rough bule)," exclaimed the yellow veiled woman.

Struggling, a man came to them both. The man looked at Mehmet for a moment and then ran into the house. Before long, a bohay girl came out of the house with the middle-aged man.

"Ono opo, ma'am?" ask the girl kalem.

"From here, Tik! Wong iki rai ne koyok Arabic, but speaking English. Ibuk mumet ngerasakno (This is what, there are Arab faces, but English speaking. I'm dizzy)," the woman complained.

The point shifted his gaze to the man. "Hi," she said gently.

"Hi" Mehmet replied with a clumsy smile.

"Can I help you, Mister?" ask the girl again.

"Yes, I want to meet the owner of this house" Mehmet replied.

"Oh, this house is empty. The owner has moved, faar awaay," explains Point while fixing the polkadot green shirt he wore.

"Move? To where?" mimik Mehmet suddenly pias. The look of disappointment mixed with sadness was evident in his eyes.