Old Girl Looking for Love
Tough Rival

It has been four days since Mehmet and Rosmawati became husband and wife. Now the newlyweds, along with Maryam and Jamie Scott of course, have arrived at Heathrow airport, London. Rosmawati actually still lives in her hometown. However, the situation Jamie Scott who did not allow to stay longer, was forced to make them rush back to London. While in Mojokerto, she was attacked by female mosquitoes, so her smooth white skin was slightly stained.

"My mom will definitely fire a beard if I see my condition like this" complained Jamie Scott with a face adorned with red marks, like a child with smallpox.

"So Mommy Edder has a beard, A?" an unimportant response from Maryam.

Mak Katemi at that time also seemed very happy to deliver Rosmawati's departure to the land of Queen Elizabeth, even when at the airport, he still had time to order a wide display on Mehmet to start looking for a side business, he said, because living Rosmawati obviously requires extra costs.

"Oh, London, finally!" jamie Scott shouts with gratitude. Meanwhile, Maryam who was standing next to him, revealed a gloomy face.

"So, this is the last time we're together, Jem. I'll be coming with my darling Aa to her apartment soon. I'm moving there now, Jem," said Maryam slowly.

"Alhamdulillah yes, Mun. Finally I was free," said Rosmawati without looking at the face of her conjoined twin friend. He was busy resting his head on Mehmet's shoulder. His position was on foot at the time. His hand was wrapped around Mehmet's arm and he did not want to take it off.

"Well, that's it, Jem!" maryam protested with pouting lips. "Later we often go together, yes" asked Maryam without despair.

"Easy," Maryam replied indifferently as she helped Mehmet pick up their luggage on the conveyor belt.

"Don't forget the phone, Jem!" maryam shouted as Mehmet and Rosmawati left them in the airport lobby. Maryam was forced to wait for Jamie Scott who had been in and out of the toilet many times, due to tasting catfish pecel made by Mak Katemi before leaving.

Mehmet's taxi is ready to wait for the newlyweds. The driver seemed very friendly greeting them while opening the passenger door. Mehmet and Rosmawati rushed in with a smile that could not be separated from their faces.

"Directly to the intended address, sir?" ask the taxi driver of Indian descent. As he spoke, he unceasingly shook his head.

"Yes, thank you," Mehmet replied kindly.

"Where are we going, Met?" Rosmawati begins to wonder about the purpose Mehmet took her. Mehmet did not immediately answer. He instead smiled knots while showing an enigmatic face. "You will know" he replied.

"Yes, deh. I don't care anyway. Want you to take me anywhere, I will, Met," Rosmawati said. "Eh, Met. it's tonight again, right?" whispered the bell girl in the right ear Mehmet while giggling amusedly.

"You sleep at best at night" Mehmet said. Dyed his natural taper chin belongs to his wife. The two lovebirds were constantly arguing and joking, until they did not realize they had arrived at their destination.

"It's over, sir," said the taxi driver. He cupped his hands to his chest and did not forget to shake his head.

"Oh, yes, thank you" Mehmet gave the taxi driver a fare before getting off the vehicle. After the driver received the money, he deftly helped to remove Mehmet and Rosmawati's belongings from the trunk.

"Eh, where are we going down? Whose address is this, Met?" ask Rosmawati astonishment. He looked around and realized that this area was located in the Covent garden area which was a complex with a garden where it busied first.

"Let's go in, Rose. Later on, he said," Mehmet as he pulled slowly Rosmawati's hand which was still stunned when entering the apartment building which was quite luxurious. Their arrival was even welcomed by the apartment guards who swiftly brought their belongings to the floor where Mehmet's apartment room was located.

"Met, we didn't have the wrong address, did we? This isn't a fake address, is it?" Rosmawati did not stop babbling until Mehmet had to silence her with a kiss.

"Just relax, My Love. This is your house now" Mehmet casually turned the key and opened the door wide. He spread his arms while smiling broadly at Rosmawati. "Tadaa," he exclaimed.

Rosmawati stepped into the apartment with her mouth open. This apartment room is much wider and more beautiful than the apartment he had lived in while in Birmingham. He was amazed by the beauty and luxury of the interior and the expensive furniture in the room. "This is the first time I've seen anything like it, Met," he said.

"It's all yours, My Love," Mehmet grabbed Rosmawati's body and hugged her tightly. Of course, Rosmawati welcomed Mehmet's warm embrace with joy. Even his hands were everywhere.

It seems that Ahmad is embracing two beautiful women. He stood in the middle and grimaced happily. "Meet my new wife, sir," he said proudly.

"Where's the old wife going?" ask Rosmawati ketus.

"There, in the room, being treated," replied Ahmad no less ketus.

Rosmawati throws her mouth, "Tok you here anyway, Mat? Idiot, huh?"

"Why am I here?" timpal Ahmad will not lose.

"He's our neighbor, My Love. It's right next to our apartment" Mehmet said.

"What?" Rosmawati was wide-eyed, not expecting Ahmad to be her neighbor.

"Why did you bring that crazy girl here anyway, sir? Though I want to take you out," complained Ahmad while sticking his head on the shoulder of one of his wives. The two women laughed at Ahmad's behavior.

"From now on, watch your talk, Ahmad. Rosmawati is now my wife. He has the right to live here" Mehmet said. Sontak Ahmad was shocked to death. He trembling pointed his index finger at Rosmawati.

"W-how could you, Mr. Hayders? You threw out Halima for this human?" Ahmad seemed to not believe and did not accept the reality that was in front of him.

"Whisper you, Mat! Again, Halimah again! What's she as beautiful as?" Rosmawati was already unable to control her emotions seeing Ahmad.

"Here you go, My Love," Mehmet tried to mediate while raising his hand in front of his chest.

However, Ahmad also does not seem to want to lose. He hurriedly reached into his white gamis bag and took his phone. He tapped the screen, then he put his phone on Rosmawati. "It's Halima!" show it with pride.

Rosmawati looked at the photo of a super beautiful woman in a black hood and smiling. Suddenly his body became cold. Unexpectedly, the woman who would be betrothed to Mehmet turned out to be as beautiful and beautiful as that. He secretly noticed Mehmet's face after a long time glaring at the picture on Ahmad's phone. Then, he again looked at the woman's photo, then turned to look at Mehmet. He did that many times.

For a long time Rosmawati's eyes glazed. He never felt as comfortable as he does now.

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