Old Girl Looking for Love
Sweet Meeting

One week has passed. Jamie Scott's parents have returned to England. They both had a hard time adapting to Maryam's place which was very much different from their London residence. Especially Mr. Edders. Men who do have a hobby of fishing, feel uncomfortable with all the habits there.

Today, Maryam and Jamie Scott will travel to Mojokerto with Rosmawati. After Mojokerto, they will fly directly to England without returning to Bandung. Sadness approached Mak Odah at that time. The middle-aged woman was crying as Maryam, Jamie Scott and Rosmawati had left for the station. The plan, the three of them will go to Mojokerto by train.

“Change, Abaaaaaaaaahhh ..” Mama has not stopped crying. He poured into the arms of Abah Jaka who was confused at that time, because the wife suddenly acted like an old abege.

“Mak, eling Mak! Inget age! Cute pretentious keg, spoiled pretentious me! Geuleuh Abah ninggalnage,” sergeant Abah Jaka. (Mak, realize Mak! Remember age! Don't be so cute, so spoiled! Abahhad Disgusted him)

“Iya, uh. Rich mother abege karatan,” timpal Asep who is the sister of Maryam.

“Abaaaaah .. our only daughter's tea neng. He hasn't been home for a long time. Now he's gone again,” isak Mak Odah. “Mun kieu carana, Mum hayang awewe deui's son, Bah! (This way, Mother wants another daughter, Bah)” firmly Mak Odah makes Asep and Abah Jaka look at each other.

“Asep go home first, Bah. Asep does not want to interfere with other people's household affairs,” Asep said as it passed by leaving Abah Jaka who looked confused. Abah Jaka took a deep breath as he rolled up his scabbard in the stomach. “Quiet mak. In a moment, the Veronica pan wants to be born,” chirps Abah Jaka makes Mak Odah immediately stop crying. Abah Jaka just laughed. Veronica is the name of Abah Jaka's pet goat which is about to give birth.

Meanwhile, Rosmawati, Maryam, and Jamie Scott are on the train. They will take a long journey to reach Mojokerto.

Along the way, Maryam unceasingly wrestled spoiled on the arms of her Caucasian husband. Jamie Scott doesn't seem to mind that. He smiled repeatedly as he kissed Maryam's forehead.

Rosmawati who was sitting opposite to them could only turn her face away. His heart is getting hotter. His desire to meet Mehmet soon felt even more passionate. “What the hell are you guys? How awful to know!” sergeant Rosmawati who responded to the behavior of the newlyweds with annoyance.

“You don't like it, you sleep there! Close your eyes and pretend not to see!” sahut Maryam with care. “Lagian yes, soon you will meet the arab camel. Satisfied you are the same him!” maryam continued without removing her hand from Jamie Scott's muscular arm. “Oiya, Honey. I'm going to the toilet first,” Maryam took her hand off the husband's arm. Then he stood up.

“Do I need company, Honey?” jamaie Scott Goda.

“Ish, don't dong A! Intar train broke down,” said Maryam while winking one eye with flirtatious.

“It is, rich there is no other place to pervert!” babble Rosmawati who could not bear to see the newlyweds' intimacy.

“Syrics to you, Ijem!” maryam Cibir. This time he actually passed towards the toilet of the carriage.

Now, Rosmawati lives alone with Jamie Scott. The gray-eyed man stared at Rosmawati for a moment. “So, Mr. Hayder's in Mojokerto?” ask Jamie Scott for a little chat.

Rosmawati. ”Since you got married. He was waiting for me to come. Hopefully, he did not invite Ahmad, the marriageer," hoped Rosmawati.

"Great as well, yes! Unyielding chasing you, "thank you Jamie Scott.

"Well, that's how it is" Rosmawati said proudly as she stopped a train attendant pushing a trolley full of different types of food. He bought a serving of beefy chicken with rice, then ate it with his heart.

"Didn't you eat before you left?" ask Jamie Scott while frowning in astonishment.

"That was it," replied Rosmawati lightly.

"Don't be surprised, A. Ijem's stomach is like a garbage can. Full, discard, full, throw away" said Maryam who had just returned from the toilet.

"Grand, you!" reply Rosmawati while chewing.

Not felt, 8 hours they passed smoothly. The newlywed couple seemed to enjoy the scenery during the trip, although most of the scene was Rosmawati playing mobile while grinding food endlessly.

"Mumun astonished, A. Where's all the food Ijem's running, huh? His body was still thin, not stretched at all" murmured Maryam.

"Oh, that kind of astral creature, huh, A?"cerocos Maryam's.

"Heh everywhere if the ghibah speaks behind the blessed man! Lah, this is even talking in front of the face directly!" the instant Rosmawati protest stopped his scolding as he was heard by the train attendants announcing that the train they were boarding had arrived at its destination.

"Yes, geez! Already nyampe! Go, hunt! Waiting on the platform!" Rosmawati panicked, grabbed the entire luggage, then dragged it out of the carriage.

"Eh, that's right, Jem! How does he know where the station is?" with small steps, Maryam ran after Rosmawati, while Jamie Scott she left. Though the man was in trouble carrying Maryam's luggage and belongings. Even the girl also brought her mini portable sewing kit.

"God, Mun. What's the point of GPS, location sharing, passing people? Lu, heck, the bucinnya kebangetan until forget the problems of the world," Rosmawati scolded while carrying a suitcase down the stairs of the train.

"So, where's Memet waiting now?" ask Maryam who is still chasing her conjoined twin friend. She still did not look at her own troubled husband.

Rosmawati did not answer. He stopped suddenly, so that Maryam's tiny nose hit the back of Rosmawati's head.

A few meters in front of him, a handsome young man with a sharp nose looked at Rosmawati with a happy look. With a slightly tight white T-shirt, slightly torn navy blue jeans at the knees and a large black backpack hanging on his broad shoulders, the young man smiled cheerfully.

"Members?" hiss Rosmawati with wide eyes. Mehmet's appearance is much different now than when he was sitting in his luxury office in Birmingham.

"Members?" Maryam who initially glared at Rosmawati, now followed her gaze at Mehmet. "Maybe also the style, but my plays are more saucy everywhere" he whispered proudly.

Mehmet reached out a hand which was immediately greeted by Rosmawati who spread her arms. The girl prepared to throw herself into the arms of her heart.

However, the figure of Rosmawati was displaced by Jamie Scott who immediately shook hands with Mehmet. The girl was only stunned by the unchanging position of the body.

"How are you, Mr. Hayder?" greet Jamie Scott warmly.

"I'm doing great. Congratulations on your marriage, Mr. Edder," Mehmet replied kindly as he patted Jamie Scott's arm.

"Propsy. The jam! Main nyosor. Shame on your own, right? Sukurins! Good one?" Maryam stuck out her tongue. She immediately approached Jamie Scott, then whispered something to her husband. Jamie Scott nodded and walked first while grappling with Maryam's shoulder.

Now, Rosmawati is standing clumsy in front of Mehmet. That guy is just as clumsy. Many times Mehmet scratched his nape while stealing glances at Rosmawati.

"How are you, Met?" rosmawati asked in a slightly trembling voice.

"Never been better, My Love," said Mehmet enough to make Rosmawati feel like drifting into the outer atmosphere. Rosmawati even forgot, if at that time they were still at the station.

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