Old Girl Looking for Love
Sweet Mehmet's

An online taxi driven by two magical couples has arrived in a remote village. Although the road was made of asphalt, but the atmosphere around them was quite quiet.

"Jem, is this really the way? Very lonely? I don't feel good" Maryam looked out the window and shuddered in horror.

"Yes, Mun. Mak Katemi moved house intentionally, find a location far from the crowd. He said that if you get angry again, no one is horrified and disturbed. Because there was once a direct incident of a neighbor having a heart attack when he heard the voice of Mak Katemi who was angry," said Rosmawati while giving an excuse to the driver. "Turn left straight yes, sir! Stop in front of the white house."

"Cat white?" repeat the driver. "Which "white paint? It's all his houses on white paint," the driver started to get confused.

"Oh, I mean still straight on, sir. Teruuss! The most distant and aloof house," explained Rosmawati.

"Jem, you're not setting us up, are you?" maryam was half frightened.

"Guess what the hell, Mun?" reply Rosmawati sewot.

"Yes, who knows. You invite us here continue to be left in a deserted place, keep valuables we all you bring run," replied Maryam lightly.

"What's precious stuff? Your stuff people don't benefit all. There's no point in being stolen either" spray Rosmawati. He then set his eyes on Mehmet and poked his chin. "Except this, here. If I kidnap her, I'll."

While Mehmet did not respond so much to Rosmawati's speech. He was so serious about watching the streets outside. "Is that your house, My Love?" point it at a house that seems alienated, far from other housing.

"Well, yeah! That's my house, Met! Stop in front, sir!" exciting Rosmawati.

As soon as the car stopped, Rosmawati jumped out, then opened the fence wide so that the online taxi could enter the yard freely.

"Mak! I'm glaring, Mak!" (Mommy, I'm home) Rosmawati yelled and immediately broke through the unlocked front door. Not to forget he invited everyone in, including the online taxi driver who was waiting for the fare to be paid.

While Maryam still took the time to observe around. Rosmawati house is quite spacious and comfortable for the size of a house in the countryside, although it looks simple. The yard is also quite wide, overgrown with banana and mango trees that are decades old, but still stand firmly beside the fence. It makes the simple house feel more beautiful. However, strangely the fence was just in front. While on the back is left alone.

Maryam then walked round to the backyard. Behind Rosmawati's house, there is also a cassava and bamboo garden.

"Si Melissa usually hangs there," said someone suddenly.

Maryam tiptoed in surprise and looked back. A sweet-looking teenage girl with a slightly Rosmawati-like face grinned at him.

"Who are you?" ask Maryam.

"Nining, the fourth of seven children," the girl reached out her hand.

Maryam also welcomed the hand and shook it tightly. "Keep, who is Melissa?" ask her while moving Nining's hand.

"The gardener's mountain" Nining replied as she giggled.

Suddenly, my feather Maryam bristles. He decided to run into the house and leave Nining alone.

Inside the living room, a lot of people gathered. Can't be called a person either, anyway. Because that many people crowded there are the bocilli in oversize clothes who scramble to hang each other in Mehmet's hands. While near the living room table, there was a middle-aged woman who was serving drinks and snacks.

"Know, Mun. This is my mother, her name is Mak Katemi" Rosmawati said, patting Maryam on the shoulder.

"Oh, assalamualaikum, Mak," Maryam grabbed Mak Katemi's hand and kissed the back of the hand solemnly. At first glance he inhaled a strange scent from the fingertips of the woman. "I think it stinks," his mind.

"Wa alaikum salaam," Katemi replied very kindly. A bright and happy smile does not fade from his face that began to experience the aging process, especially in the near part of the eye. The woman is now fifty years older, prone to experiencing signs of aging.

Back at Maryam, he was amazed to see the Rosmawati family who turned out to be a big family. So did Jamie Scott who could only be agape at how noisy this family was. They should choose a home away from their neighbors.

Another case with Mehmet, he looks very enjoy when the little children scramble to stick to him, although a little uncomfortable because one of the children wiped the snot by borrowing Mehmet's palm.

Mehmet recalled his lonely past and had no close friends or family. Only her foster father cared about her, and they met very rarely, because her foster father was always busy and traveled a lot.

"This is my youngest brother, Met. When I left, he was still a newborn" Rosmawati said.

"Wake e apik e, reek. Koyok you and your father mbiyen pas sik enom (The body is very good, like your father's body when he was young)," praise Mak Katemi while touching Mehmet's stomach and chest.

Mehmet was a little amused and uncomfortable over the treatment of Mak Katemi, but he was resistant. After all this woman in front of him was her future father-in-law. "Hi, how are you? Assalamualaikum," said Mehmet politely.

"Wa aleikum salaam. Lhoo, iso talking tibake! (Can you tell me)," said Katemi. His fingers now turned on Mehmet's cheeks covered in fine hairs. The fingertips of Katemi's mother, who was near Mehmet's nose, made the handsome man sneeze.

"Hatsyis!"

Mak Katemi hurriedly pulled her hand. He then kissed his own finger. "Byeah, pantesan. Forgetting not to wash your hands" he murmured.

"Where, mom? Not my candidate?" ask Rosmawati proudly.

Not yet Mak Katemi replied, a man's voice sounded from the entrance.

"Assalamualaikum! Onok opo iki? Nining njebolno tile maneh, ta? (What's this a rame-rame? What is Nining jebolin tile again?)" asked the man who was none other than Rozi, Rosmawati's father.

"Father!" Rosmawati immediately rushed towards the middle-aged man. Indeed he was much closer to his father compared to Mak Katemi.

"Well, Ros ta iki?" mr. Rozi hugged Rosmawati full day. The top of his daughter's head was rubbed repeatedly.

"Keep, iki sopo?" after a long embrace, Mr. Rozi took off his embrace and noticed a man looking at him with a heartfelt look.

"I'm just waiting for the fare here, sir," said the man who is none other than an online taxi driver.

"God! I almost forgot!" Mehmet patted his forehead and hurriedly took out several hundred thousand bills. He gave the money to the taxi driver.

All eyes looked at him. No exception to the online taxi driver. Soon he put the money into his pocket and broke it.

"Met, you said bankrupt? How can you have that kind of money?" search Maryam.

Mehmet did not answer, he simply smiled, walked up to Mr. Rozi and kissed the back of his hand. This time what he smelled, was a fragrant hand, like the smell of soap. Unlike the palm of Mak Katemi's hand.

"Lapo raine kok ngguya-ngguyu? Let's setor yo? (why are you smiling? Abis setor/BAB huh?)" guess mak Katemi.

"Or mother, nih," Rozi blushed in embarrassment as he scratched his forehead. It was the origin of the fragrant smell in his hand.

"So, this must be Maryam, huh? Ros often told stories. This who?" asked Mr. Rozi to divert the conversation. His hands pointed at Jamie Scott and Mehmet in turn.

"This, Jamie, her husband Maryam, sir. If this is ..." Rosmawati pulled Mehmet's arm timidly.

"Hi, sir. I'm Mehmet's. I have long had a heart for my father's daughter. It's years. So, if there is a chance, allow me to apply for Rosmawati" Mehmet said.

Mr. Rozi who only understands two languages, Javanese and Indonesian, only termangu. He finally muttered after Rosmawati translated Mehmet's sentence.

Mak Katemi's face immediately shone, as soon as she heard that Rosmawati would be proposed. Reduce one of its dependents. So thought Mak Katemi.

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