Old Girl Looking for Love
Failing Maning

Today Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi look so busy. They rush to take care of the letters needed for Rosmawati and Mehmet's wedding. In addition to the insistence of Mak Katemi, they are also uncomfortable to hear the girl whining so many times. "Just Ros is getting married now!" so exasperating.

I don't know what demon possessed the second child. Luckily, Mehmet was very patient and looked very affectionate to Rosmawati. "Maybe it's because of the influence of the pellets, Mak," said Mr. Rozi badly.

"How are the pellets going, sir?" ask mak Katemi was-was.

"We're in a hurry to get married. Let them be legitimate spies so husband and wife. Well, if the pellet is said, that's the pain of the Memet. Ros is his responsibility. Whatever you want to be in that child one. Sing matters we're free, Mom. Our burden is reduced by one," said Mr. Rozi with an amused laugh.

"Hopefully this is over with the correspondence business," Mak Katemi hoped with a restless face.

"You want to hurry?" sahut the village employee who had been listening to the conversation of the couple. Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi immediately nodded at the same time.

"Easy-how. Enough with the pulse. I asked for a pulse," said the village employee. "I just wanted to vlog, it turns out my quota is up. Later if I ngetop become a content creator, you guys I will invite to my podcast," the man in the safari uniform was lightly.

Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi who do not understand the meaning at all, only the mangosteen. Soon the middle-aged man took out a few pieces of red money and gave them to the employee.

"Lho, I asked for a credit, not for money" he declined.

"Even, easily. That's the money, until you buy it yourself later, the important thing about my son's letters quickly settled. If necessary today, be. Keep going, please do it carefully. Our future daughter-in-law is Middle Eastern. His name is long not rich the name of the people of the village here," urged Mr. Rozi.

The man looked pensive for a moment, to then agree to Mr. Rozi's request. "Excuse, sampun! Beres then. One more hour is over!" he said full of confidence. Mama Katemi is grateful in her heart. Soon, one less burden of his life.

Meanwhile, at Rosmawati's house, the girl looked ruefully staring out the window of her room. Mehmet is playing with his four younger siblings. There was no look of awkward and awkward face when Zayn Malik kw 1 was joking with the green-snouted leaks. Mehmet even repeatedly corrected their clothes that if in Sundanese terms it is called ngalek.

"Why are you, Jem? The face is bent so! You should be grinning, won't you be getting married soon?" Maryam suddenly patted Rosmawati on the back hard enough that she flinched and turned around.

"Bikin' shocked you, Mun!" scolding, then back to the original position.

"Why, anyway?" Maryam began to be curious and sat down to look at Rosmawati.

Rosmawati took a deep breath and threw it away before answering a question from her conjoined twin friend. "Si Memet seems to have started to be the same as me, Mun," he lamented.

"Can you think so? You just met yesterday," Maryam frowned while propping up her chin, in detective style.

"Inevidently, I got married with a spit, he was ogah-ogahan," replied Rosmawati while looking down.

"Well, that's where your mistake lies, Miss Ijem!" Maryam flicked her finger, then stood up and held onto Rosmawati's shoulder.

"Can I be wrong?" Rosmawati did not accept.

"Yes! As a woman, we have to sell expensive, Jem! Don't whine too much. You have to show that you're pretending you don't want to, even though you're doyan!" maryam's Advice.

"Where the hell, Mun? It's getting dizzy!" Rosmawati ruffled her own hair, then went back to observing Mehmet. "Why yes, not before I had a crush on him. Why it must be smitten first with Justin," he regretted.

"It's all time, Jem. Cannot be forced. If this is the way it is, go for it. I also before Jamie was lost to Charlie Manfred. If Memet refuses to mate now, yes accept with a chest roomy. Remember, Jem. The sand is grasped too tightly, he will scatter through the sidelines of the fingers," he said wisely. "So again, don't be forced!" full of emphasis. "Fart-rich, Jem. The more you can bear the sound, uh the sound is even more frequent and not exhausted," continued Maryam.

"Tumben you're sane" said Rosmawati.

"Yee, say thank you, cake!" maryam Protest. "After Jamie's marriage, I had a lot of enlightenment" he continued.

"Thank you, Ma'am Maria Angkuh" said Rosmawati, giggling.

Afterwards, they fell silent and looked out the window again, observing Mehmet crawling with two small children on his back. For a moment, they were both fascinated to see Mehmet who was so patiently serving those immaculate leaks. Jamie Scott sat up and propped up his chin in the living room. He wants to return to England soon.

"Mom!" suddenly a head poked out from under the window with a grinning face. Maryam and Rosmawati screamed in fear.

"Seek Me! He's got more money, like," pointed Rosmawati.

"So I asked, Mother. It's a hundred thousand," said Nining.

"Well, how come you keep asking me again?" sewot Rosmawati's.

"Money is a hundred thousand, no change, Mother! Must be money!" kilah Nining's.

Grunting in annoyance, Rosmawati reached into her pocket and took out two tens of thousands of bills, "Nyoh! That one hundred thousand here love you Ma'am!" pinta Rosmawati makes Nining frown.

"Eh, Mom if you want why not directly ask for the same Mas Memet? Do I need a mintain?"

"Ngga. It's there! Disturb your silence!" expel Rosmawati.

"Suwun, Ma'am! Melissa also thanked me!" said Nining cheerfully as she ran away which spontaneously made Maryam shudder in horror.

"Your sister's weird, Jem. I swear," he whispered. "Gue nemenin Aa in the room, huh! I think it's a lot safer there" said Maryam, who saw Jamie Scott walk in. Maryam left Rosmawati.

Rosmawati is alone now. Mary's words in her ears. "That means you can't mean Memet, huh? Okay, mate is not going anywhere. Yeah, right? Yeah if I pick my soul mate, if not? I will make it my soul mate. Uh, yeah, can't you force it, huh? Hmm," murmured Rosmawati to herself.

So excited to talk to himself, he did not realize that Mehmet was now standing in front of him. The four prodigies had somehow disappeared to nowhere as it had already vanished from sight.

"Rose, what are you thinking?" asked Mehmet softly. Rosmawati was a little surprised and excited. "Eh, Memet. Where are Tono, Joni, Mahmud and Brandon?"

Actually Mehmet was a little surprised by one name bocil that sounded different, but he intended to ask it later. There's plenty of time, he thought.

"They went with Nining to buy meatballs" Mehmet cheerfully replied. "Oh, yeah. They also taught me Javanese, Rose! Listen up," Mehmet recalled the vocabulary he had just gotten from the little tuyul-tuyul.

"You're all clumsy!" show Mehmet to Rosmawati with pride. While Rosmawati just smiled wryly. It was clear his sisters had bullied Mehmet.

"Do you know what that means, Met?" cibir Rosmawati's.

"So I asked Nining, he said it means, 'you're beautiful'" Mehmet replied without sin.

"Still," said Rosmawati. He then turned his face away from Mehmet.

"What's the matter, Rose?" Mehmet began to feel the strange gurgle of his future wife, but Rosmawati never answered.

"Rose?" call Mehmet again.

Some time silent, Rosmawati finally turned to Mehmet and replied, "We are not married, yes! I don't want you to mind" he concluded.

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