Old Girl Looking for Love
Nehi-Nehi New Neighbor

Jamie Scott stands at door 104. Patiently, he who was accompanied by Maryam waited for the door to be opened by the occupant. A few moments later, the yellow ivory door opened. From behind the door, appeared a middle-aged man with dark skin and curly hair. His eyes are belo, with eyelashes that are very pliable like the lips of mothers who are busy raising their neighbors. So is his fairly thick beard, which makes him look like a lion out of razor blades.

"Good morning, Mr. Khan," said Jamie Scott kindly. Since being close to Maryam, the man who had not had a stock of happiness in his life, now changed drastically to be much more friendly.

"Good morning Jamie's. What was? Tumben once in the morning you've been visiting. Aren't you at the office?" reply to the man called Mr. That khan.

"I just got back from Indonesia, Mr. Khan," Jamie Scott replied. "This is my wife, Mary. She is a native Indonesian girl, but has lived in London for a long time," Jamie Scott glanced at Maryam who immediately showed off her sweet smile to Mr. Khan, a man of Indian descent.

"Oh, Mary. Congratulations on your marriage," said Mr. Khan with a big smile. Afterwards, she approached Jamie Scott and whispered, "I'm glad you're finally getting married too. That means my wife's estimate of you is wrong" she said, looking back occasionally. He was afraid that his wife would show up and see him.

Hearing that, Jamie Scott frowned. "You mean, Mr. Khan?" ask the gray-eyed man.

"My wife was worried when our son became friends with you. He thinks you guys ...."

"Honey! Why only talk at the door? Why don't you allow our guests to enter?" exclaimed the wife with round glasses and a red sari she was wearing at the time.

Mr. Khan. "Yes, Honey. Jamie is coming. Didn't you tell me not to let Jamie be friends with our son?" exclaim Mr. Khan who a moment later immediately closed his mouth because he saw his wife glaring sharply while brandishing the dust cleaning tool she was holding. Maryam and Jamie Scott looked at each other. They both frowned.

"I'm sorry then, Mr. Khan's. I just want to take Orestes. I left it to Rahul while I was in Indonesia" said Jamie Scott.

Mr. Khan turned to his wife who was cleaning at the time. He again exclaimed not too loudly, "Darling. Is Rahul awake? Jamie wants to pick up Orestes said he."

"He's taking a shower. You know for yourself, no, Rahul will spend half a bottle of soap for one bath" said the wife. "My son is obsessed with having white skin like you are Jamie" he said.

Hearing Mrs' voice. Khan with his very thick Indian accent, Maryam was so curious. He forced himself to stare from behind the door. "Morning, Mrs. Khan's. You are very diligent in cleaning," said Maryam sok familiar. Instantly, the woman with the red sari turned her head. He corrected the location of his glasses with a face full of telisik. "Hey, who's that sweet girl?" tanyakanya.

Unwelcome, Maryam barged in. He willingly hit the body of Mr. Khan went to meet the woman in the room, who had called her a sweet girl. "Hi, Mrs. Khan's. My name is Maryam aka Mamar aka Mumun, but you can call me Mary" said Maryam with the style of speech and body language that has become her trademark.

Mrs. Khan scrunched his forehead. "You're like a fugitive. Your name is a lot," he said.

"Mary is my wife, Mrs. Khan," Jamie Scott. He glanced over from behind the door. This makes the woman with the red sari look very happy.

"Congratulations. I'm glad you finally got married to Jamie. I'll call Rahul for a moment so he speeds up his bath. Oh yes Mary, please sit down and make yourself comfortable" Mrs. Khan then passed to another room. He intended to call his only son Rahul. Jamie Scott was eventually allowed in. Khan's. He accompanied the newlyweds to sit on the sofa.

"So, are you from Indonesia?" ask her to Maryam. He moved his head every time he spoke. The movement of the head was so rhythmic, and it was in line with the movement of his hands.

"Yes, Mister," Mary answered with her cherry-picked attitude. "You must be from India, right? Aye, right?"

"Oh, obviously. My wife and I are from India. We are both from New Delhi. Accidentally met and eventually fell in love. Love is a mystery, right?" hold it while moving its head.

"Yes, Mr. Your Khan is absolutely right. Aa Jamie was also very disgusted with me, but now he was carrying around, hard to escape like mouse glue," said Maryam. "Eh, it just so happens Mr. Khan, my mom loves Bollywood movies. He has until then every dialogue from his favorite movie, Kucek-Kucek Hoho and He. When I was in elementary school, she was filming almost every day, so my brother protested" said Maryam.

"Why protest?" ask Jamie Scott and Mr. Khan at the same time.

"Your parents must be a very romantic couple huh, Mary?" sela Mrs's. Khan who suddenly came with a drink that he immediately served on the table.

"Thank you, Mrs. Khan's. You are very kind. You remind me of Ijem who is always good. He always minjemin me pennies on old dates," said Maryam with a suddenly sad face.

"Who is Ijem?" ask Mrs. Khan sat next to his husband. The small sofa became overcrowded by the shrubby bodies of the two. Seen Mr. Khan had trouble moving. The thick-bearded man glued his armpits so tightly on his body.

Maryam has not yet answered Mrs's question. Khan, suddenly there was a knock at the door. Mr. Khan immediately stood up despite his great difficulty. He walked to the door and opened it. There stood a courier with a box of wrapping paper. "There was a delivery for Mr Rahul Khan" he said, handing the box over.

"Oh, yes my son," replied Mr. Khan received the box.

"alright. Can you tell who it is with?" the courier intended to record the name that received the shipment.

"My name is Sarjukh Khan" replied the thick-bearded man.

"Hmm, her name is exactly Bollywood artist. Ijem would have liked it, huh! Tomorrow I play here, ah," he said in his heart. For some reason, suddenly the shadow of Rosmawati who was crying, flashed just like that inside her head. Feelings of worry and anxiety immediately invaded Maryam.

Grimacing, she beckoned Jamie Scott to say goodbye. However, Jamie Scott misinterpreted the gesture. "You're curious about Orestes, aren't you?" jamie Scott asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Mrs. Khan, my wife wants to see Orestes" Jamie Scott said, pointing her index finger at Maryam. Though Maryam had moved both her hands in front of her chest as a sign that she refused.

"Oh, okay. Go to his room immediately. Surely you can't wait for Rahul to finish his bath" Mrs. Khan stood up and drove the couple to Rahul's room while chattering about his son.

"Indeed Rahul always linger bathing. I don't know what she rubbed," her cerocos until she arrived at the door of the closed room. No excuse me, Mrs. Khan opened the door.

Rahul was wiping the back of his body. The young man then reflexively turned his back, when he heard the door of his room open.

Open the horror apparition that made Mrs. Khan and Maryam screamed loudly. Jamie Scott just slapped his forehead. "A'aaa ---------??. he said hamster clay. Even the one who looked at Sanca's snake," he sobbed.

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