Old Girl Looking for Love
One Step Closer

Maryam and Jamie Scott, in the end, had to sleep crammed on the living room couch. The newlyweds were still asleep even though it was already noon. That made the lonely soul of Rosmawati who saw the two of them instantly rebel. Rosmawati suddenly wants to get married soon too. His heart ached when he saw Maryam sleeping in Jamie Scott's arms.

The girl rushed into the room. He immediately took out a suitcase and cleaned up all his belongings. The intention to meet with Mehmet was getting rounder, a round onde-onde made by Ceu Nining, a traveling baker who used to peddle his homemade cakes every morning, if not raining. If it rains, wear an umbrella. Rainy days, it's impossible.

"My dear, my love, my love .. wait for your angel to come," Rosmawati spoke to herself as she hugged the suitcase she had just finished closing.

On the other hand, Mr. Edder was perplexed. The middle-aged man was stunned inside the bathroom of Mak Odah's house which he thought looked so strange. There, there was a fairly tall bathtub and a squat closet. Mr. Edder repeatedly scrunched her forehead. However, the sound of the emergency alarm that had sounded since, made him forced to eliminate all the sense of the sound.

Mr. Edder climbed onto the squat closet. He then took down the sleeping pants he was wearing. Immediately, the fat man then crouched down while facing the back wall of the closet. Not to forget, he put both of his palms on that wall. His attitude was like a warrior who was channeling a deep energy.

It uncomfortable? Sure oes. Feel weird? That's for sure. Mr. Edder was not aware, if he had used a squat closet with an inverted position. However, the man continued his routine activities until it was finished.

Well, that's the problem now, Mr. Edder was confused again. I didn't find a shower or anything there. He also did not even notice any toilet paper was always available, as in his bathroom in London. Mr. Edder scratched his half-bald head and after that stroked it a few times. By force, he had to yell out to call Mrs. Harlekin.

"Darlin! Comehere! I need your help," said Mr. Edder sounded right up to Mrs' ear. Harlekin who was also feeling confused because he saw Mak Odah serving chicken claw with negligent petai on the dining table.

"Why do you cook chiken feet, Mrs. Saodah?" ask Mrs. Harlekin scrunched his forehead.

"Yes, Mrs. Edders. This is delicious. Ceker hayam is my favorite food. The teu aya duana. Mrs Sok. Edder cobian, meh pinter kokoreh jiga hayam," said Mak Odah. He also made Mrs. Harlekin became sneezing due to the terasi sambal he was cooking. The aroma of the terasi sambal was so stinging and made Mrs. Harlekin became a fog. In the midst of that sneeze, Mrs Harlekin was like hearing her name called by someone. The middle-aged woman was silent for a moment and sharpened her hearing.

"Darling!" her husband seemed to be in trouble. Mrs Harlekin turned her head and looked for the direction of the sound that turned out to be coming from inside the bathroom.

"Honey! Are you alright?" ask Mrs. Harlekin.

"Where's the toilet paper? Why isn't there any toilet paper in here? How can I clean myself?" mr protest. Edders.

"Oh, use the bucket, Mister. The bucket is filled with water first, later the water is sucked using a dipper," instruction kang Dayat who suddenly stood behind mrs. Harlekin.

Mrs. Harlekin who was surprised and did not understand at all the words of Dayat kang, could only shake his head. Luckily Rosmawati came over and explained to him.

"Alright, I understand," said mr. Edders.

"Later if the soap runs out, I can buy it to the front stall," continued Kang Dayat.

"Astagfirullah, Dayaat!" kang Dayat sentence interrupted by a loud cry mak Odah. "Heh, Dayat. Isuk keneh geus asup ka imah batur. Rec naon silaing?" (in the morning have entered the house of people like to, why do you?) mak Odah ruffled his waist with bulging eyes.

"Bade of hammer, Bi. Kangge nanceupkeun nail," (warm pinjem for nancepin nail) said Dayat.

"Where's nanceupkeun's truck?" (where is nancepin?)ask mak Odah.

"In my wife's head, Bi. Who knows the nagging can be reduced, replaced with giggling laughter," he replied as long as ngeloyor left. The forty-year-old man approached Jaka's brother who was busy feeding some of his pet roosters, wearing only an inner shirt and a sheath rolled around his waist, so that the bottom of the holster hangs up to the calf. "Honey fists for a while, Mang," the sneers rang out the sound of Dayat's unrelenting and desperate search for a hammer.

"Honey! What's going on?" exciting mrs. Harlekin. His voice looked very worried. In a hurry she opened the bathroom door and was aghast to death to see her husband soaking in the bathtub. The water in the initially clear tub, now changed to white and full of foam.

Rosmawati and Odah, who were also curious, took a peek into the bathroom. "Oh Allah, eta bathtub kakara was washed away at dawn! (Yes, God! My bathtub. Though it was just cleaned at dawn)," isak mak Odah.

"Bath up here is a weird shape, Darling. Not elongated, but raised," he said lightly without sin. He even pointed his thumb at Mak Odah while smiling cheerfully.

Rosmawati just grunted annoyedly. Many strange occurrences around him that increasingly make the young girl not at home. All he wanted was to rush back to Mojokerto and meet Mehmet who had been waiting for days for his arrival.

"Prophey, mak Odah. Soon the iron will come home. I also say goodbye to going home," said Rosmawati to calm the heart of a middle-aged woman who was wiping her tears.

"Aa Jamie's also making sure Neng comes home now, Mak. His retirement was already abis," said Maryam who was dressed neatly while holding the stocky arm of Jamie Scott.

"Eh, Mun. How did you change your clothes? That feeling still cringed on the living room couch?" Rosmawati. "Si Jamie too!" point at.

"Easy, take a shower later. Ntar also dry again," answered Maryam kalem.

Mak Odah only looked at Rosmawati and Maryam alternately, following their conversation.

"What are the other passengers of the plane? Body odor pollution is called," said Rosmawati.

"So .. so you all want to go home? Leaving mom alone, is that it?" mak Odah again sobbed while repeatedly rubbing the cheeks. He also wiped the dripping snot from his nose, with the napkin hanging from his left shoulder.

"Eh, don't be nagged, mama. Mama and Papa Edder are back in England. Neng Sama Aa' wants to come back Ijem home, " woo Maryam while gently rubbing her mother's back.

"What!" Rosmawati glared at Maryam. "Can't, can't, can't!" the girl moved her hands in front of her chest as a sign of rejection. "Gue wants a date with Memet! No one can disturb!" reject it.

"Kayak abegeh child aja lu, want to date everything. I think I'm like this, same Aa Jamie. Old dating is not important. The important thing is, legal and marriage book!" cibir Maryam was proud.

Soon Rosmawati's thoughts returned to Mehmet who wanted to apply directly to Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi. Rosmawati then smiled to herself. He had imagined a lively wedding party between himself and Mehmet.

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