Old Girl Looking for Love
First Night Ballad

The night has come. The remnants of the impromptu wedding festivities between Maryam and Jamie Scott this afternoon, no longer felt. Everyone was asleep because of exhaustion. Moreover, that night it rained very heavily.

In the next room, Rosmawati was busy answering messages with her dream prince Mehmet, who was still in one of the hotels in the city of Mojokerto. Rosmawati said she would be home soon, after Maryam was done with all her wedding business. He can't wait to meet his favorite hairy arab camel.

Meanwhile, in another room. Jamie Scott and Maryam both sit on the same bed. It was not usual for Maryam to be so timid as back then. Jamie Scott is confused where to start.

"Are you sleepy, Darling?" asked Jamie Scott while glancing at Maryam who has now officially become his wife. It felt like a dream, as he could marry a girl with such a unique and rare character. Of course, Maryam is very much different from her former boyfriend who was graceful and well with his legs.

One of Jamie Scott's most beautiful exes is Madison. A beautiful girl with blonde hair, whose face often adorns the cover of a famous magazine in London. However, I don't know what influenced Jamie Scott so that it changed direction drastically. I don't know what made him interested in Maryam.

"Not yet, A," Maryam replied timidly. "A's alone?" Mary asked back.

Jamie Scott muttered softly. He then inched near Maryam and grabbed her by the wife's shoulder, making Maryam immediately lean her head on the man's shoulder. "It's raining so hard" said Jamie Scott.

"Yes, A. It's so cold, so cold again" said Maryam. It was like giving a green light to my husband.

"So?" Jamie Scott glanced at Maryam who was still spoiled in her arms.

"So what, A? Yeah, be. No time?" babble Maryam.

"I mean, what are we gonna do now?" ask Jamie Scott.

"Neng nerima aja. It's up to you too" Maryam replied, giggling slowly.

Jamie Scott is back. A moment later, he touched Maryam's chin and lifted her up slowly. Without wasting any time, the gray-eyed man landed a soft kiss on Maryam's lips. Slowly he laid Mary's body on the pillow.

Mary smiled awkwardly. He then closed his eyes while rubbing his wet forehead. "A, ko to netes everything. I really can't stand it, huh? " cock Maryam.

"What?" ask Jamie Scott in surprise.

"Wet," Mary laughed softly without opening her eyes. Jamie Scott just frowned.

"I haven't done anything to you, Darling. How did you get wet so fast?" jamie Scott's mumbling doesn't understand.

"Oh, Aa! Netes again" said Maryam, touching her lips, making Jamie Scott immediately raised his face to the ceiling. There appears a circle with a different color from the white paint color.

"Yes, geez! Room's leaking!" jamie Scott exclaims along with the loud voice of Mak Odah in the living room.

"Okay, abah! Hunt down Dayat's goosebumps! Balong limpas, laucna paralid!" (Oh, abah! Quickly call Dayat! Full pond, fish on drift). Mak Odah kept pacing back and forth while carrying his long hair.

"Yes naon, Mommy? Join ah, karenya the neng kaganggu!" (What's up, Mom? Noisy ah, pity the neng neng nanggang) asked Abah Jaka who just came out of the room.  Occasionally he scratched his chin which was filled with a thin beard. The beard began to mix with white

"Emak tos ti outside. Eta balong. Lauk gurame keur beukeuleun mitoha si neng ka English paralid, Bah," (Emak discharged from outside. That's a full pool. Gurame fish that made the neng's in-laws to England on drift, Bah) Mak Odah looked restless and agitated.

"Whoops!" Abah Jaka patted his own forehead, because he would not dare to pat Mak Odah on the forehead. Abah Jaka immediately fixed the sheath he was wearing. He rolled up the scabbard on his stomach and rushed outside. "Yahoooooooooooo!" he shouted very loudly. Abah Jaka forgot it was ten o'clock at night.

Kang Dayat who was just about to close his eyes, because he had just finished being dredged by Ceu Enur, was immediately aghast in shock. Abah Jaka's voice sounded so loud that it overcame the sound of the rain that night.

Not satisfied with just seeing the writing, Rosmawati immediately pressed the video call button. It did not take long for Mehmet to lift it, because now his handsome face has filled the screen of Rosmawati's phone.

"Astaghfirullah," he said. The young girl was wide-eyed as she looked at the face that she thought was getting handsome and kinclong. Hurriedly he closed his eyes tightly.

"Why, Ros?" ask Mehmet astonishment.

"It's okay. Fear of khilaf," replied Rosmawati at all times.

"Come on, Rose. Open your eyes" pinta Mehmet with her always soft-sounding voice.

"It's okay, Met. You said it. I was horrified," said Rosmawati as she kept her eyes closed.

"If you don't open your eyes, I won't tell you about my matchmaking process" Mehmet said, causing Rosmawati to fall apart.

Not only wide-eyed, the girl also immediately took a sitting position and glared. Exactly like someone who withholds the urge to throw away. "I'm literate, Met! I'm literate!" yells.

Mehmet opened his eyes until he narrowed. For a long time he laughed until he stopped, then kissed the screen of his phone. The cup!

Unimaginable how meronanya cheeks Rosmawati who until now still remember the fragrance that emanates from the mouth of Mehmet.

"I miss you, Ros," said Mehmet softly.

"I miss you, too," replied Rosmawati timidly as she grabbed a pillow and covered her face. Had Maryam been there, maybe she would have hit Rosmawati on the head. 'Sok cute', surely Maryam would have mocked him like that.

"Do you want to listen to my story?" Mehmet began to switch the conversation because at that time his cheeks were also flushed. He doesn't want Rosmawati to see it.

"I'm listening, Met," Rosmawati threw the pillow away, then pushed her face up to almost stick to the screen.

"So, my foster father had a distant cousin ..."

"Oh, I get it. Just like Mak Katemi has a father, mak katemi has a neighbor. Well, it turns out that his father's neighbor Mak Katemi is still a brother. He's his brother's cousin, his uncle, who has a brother-in-law .." said Rosmawati, who cut Mehmet's story off.

"Ros, listen to me first" Mehmet said. "My adoptive father's cousin's brother intends to match me with his daughter named Halimah" he said.

Rosmawati was silent. In that instant, he began to dislike anyone named 'Halima'. His face turned agitated and looked extremely uncomfortable.

"I can't resist over the phone, because I don't think it's polite. So, I flew to Dubai and met him in person" Mehmet continued.

"Certainly? You must have been fascinated to see Halimah, huh? That's why you don't go back and forth to England" Rosmawati accused with a bent face. "I like to look around at Sosmed. Arab girls are not ugly, pretty and pretty. Moreover, the son of the sultan, his kinclong looks up to the top of the tower Big Ben," cerocosnya.

"That's not it, Ros," Mehmet argued. He was so patient with Rosmawati. Either the pellets from which he always melted on the bell girl. "I stayed there longer because I had to solve the treasure problem. I had to split two of my foster father's possessions, in order for uncle to cancel the match," he continued.

Again Rosmawati slashed. He didn't think Mehmet could go that far. "Continue?" cecar Rosmawati's.

"The next day, after we meet in person," Mehmet said. "When are you coming home? I'd like to meet your parents soon and propose to you!"