Old Girl Looking for Love
Jealousy Blazes

Rosmawati sat pensively propping up her chin in front of the kitchen table, waiting for Mehmet to cook. Her dream husband looks charming with apron attached to the body. "You like spicy no, Rose?" asked Mehmet while sauteing something on the stove.

"I love all food, Met. The origin is not mixed with cyanide," replied Rosmawati of origin.

Mehmet who realized his wife's strange behavior immediately turned his head. "Why else, My Love?" he saw the pouting face of his wife who was staring blankly at the table.

"How come you're still rich, Met? He said he was bankrupt?" rosmawati asked half a mutter.

"Compared to my wealth, I'm bankrupt, Rose. But that doesn't mean I'm poor. I still have enough money to buy this apartment as well as other income. What is clear is that I can support you and our children later, My Love," Mehmet said softly.

Hearing Mehmet mention about the children, at once Rosmawati's pouting face, changed with a cheerful and sparkling look. "How many kids do you want, Met?" Rosmawati stood up, then walked around the busy Mehmet in front of the stove. The girl's exotic movements ended up hugging her husband from behind while leaning her head on Mehmet's back.

"I like little kids. Maybe seven kids would be fun (maybe seven kids would be fun)," he replied excitedly.

"Oh my goodness, Met. Not much! Later I will not have time to leave," refused Rosmawati. "Eh, Met .." I don't know what babble will come out of the girl's lips. "I should have a loving call for you, like Mumun and her husband. What good I call you, yes," Rosmawati began to think hard, without caring about Mehmet who was a bit of a cooking fuss. Now, Zayn Malik kw 1 is busy frying chicken for side dishes.

While thinking, Rosmawati snatched a piece of chicken that had just been lifted from the frying pan. Not felt, the chicken that had just been fried, had been exhausted by it. Inevitably, Mehmet also fried a few more pieces of chicken until the second fried is almost cooked.

However, Rosmawati did not finish thinking. Feeling anxious, Mehmet immediately shifted the tray containing the still warm chicken to be far from his wife's reach.

The trap was right, Rosmawati's hand was already fumbling the table beside the fryer and finally turned her head when the chicken she wanted was unachievable. "Oh, Panda. How's the chicken?" whinek Rosmawati. A moment later, he was stunned, then wide-eyed while flicking a finger. "Aah! Found already!" abugn.

"What did you meet, My Love?" Mehmet seemed astonished by Rosmawati's behavior.

"Beloved nickname for you, of course!" sahut Rosmawati. "Pan-da!" his taunting while poking Mehmet's chin.

"From now on, I call you Panda, yes," he said spoiled.

"Yes, yes, it's up to you" Mehmet chuckled as he moved a tray of fried chicken to the dinner table. "Now, let's have dinner first," he asked.

Rosmawati eagerly prepared cutlery for him and Mehmet. She also prepared drinking water for her husband.

"Thank you, dear," said Mehmet, smiling sweetly at Rosmawati, who offered him a glass of water.

Again Rosmawati was fascinated by the charming smile of the idol. "Heaven of the world, O God! What dream can I have a husband as handsome as you, Panda," he praised with sparkling eyes.

"Don't forget, Rose. You used to reject me many times" Mehmet replied.

Instantly, that smiley cheerful face disappeared and changed with a frown. "Please, dong! Don't remind! I'm so sorry, Panda," said Rosmawati.

Seeing his suddenly moody wife, Mehmet immediately got out of his chair and approached Rosmawati. "I'm sorry, My Love. I didn't mean to make you sad. I'm sorry, please. If you want to smile a little, I'll give you a surprise" Mehmet said.

"What surprise?" asked Rosmawati indifferently. He pretended not to care, but his heart was filled with question marks.

"I want to have a wedding reception for us! How's it?" bargain Mehmet while raising his eyebrows.

Sontak Rosmawati widened her eyes and was flabbergasted. "What is it, Panda?" he cried in disbelief.

Mehmet nodded enthusiastically. "I will ask Ahmad to find a place. It's up to you, honey. Want a garden party or in the building" he said.

"I'm just having fun, yeah. But, why should Ahmad be looking for a reception place?" rosmawati protest.

"So she's the most experienced at weddings. Within a year alone, he had been married twice" Mehmet said.

"Basar Ahmad is a marriage!" caci Rosmawati folds her hands to her chest. "Very well if you reach him!" threaten the girl to Mehmet.

Seeing Rosmawati's cute expression, Mehmet was blown away. "Jeez, Rose. If you want, I've collected my wife for a long time. Unfortunately I am not interested in anyone but you" Mehmet winked in one eye.

"Buck!" Rosmawati cut her throat and turned her face away.

Like a hot soup, Rosmawati's head billowed, emitting white smoke. His ears too. "What did you say, Rhomi?" the tone of the voice of the bell girl was high.

His eyes began to glaze over, his lips curled, then muttered, "Repent, Halima again." After that, Rosmawati ran towards the room, leaving her food untouched.

"Jeez, I'm sorry, Rose. I didn't mean anything. I'm just telling a story" Mehmet said. Hesitating, he followed Rosmawati into the room. Unfortunately, the door was locked and Mehmet could not enter.

"Open the door, Rose! I'm sorry. I promise I won't say his name in front of you. My Love's? Open door! I want to go in" Mehmet shouted at the door.

However, Rosmawati did not want to answer at all. Desperate, Mehmet leaned against the door while rubbing his forehead. "We just got married, Rose. Yes, you have to fight over something that is not important" he lamented.

Inside the room, Rosmawati heard Mehmet's words clearly. Actually, he also did not want to fight. However, for some reason every heard the name Halimah, his heart seemed pinched by heavyweight boxers.

Shown by her beautiful face Halimah accompanied Ahmad's ridicule about her. Indeed, if seen, groped and felt, it seems unlikely that a handsome man and cementawan Mehmet, can fall in love with Rosmawati.

"Don't let Mehmet nyeselih you, Jem!" suddenly there was Mary's voice beside her right. Rosmawati turned her head and saw a miniature Maryam wearing an angelic robe.

"Keep the crab! Who knows if you can burn fat in your stomach!" another voice coming from the left. Rosmawati turned her head and found Mary in red and horned clothes, sitting and wiggling her legs on her left shoulder.

"Kok you can be here anyway, Mun?" Rosmawati rubbed her eyes as if in disbelief.

"Free of anger same Memet! He's not wrong! If you love him, show him you deserve him!" maryam angel version.

"How'd it go?" asked Rosmawati doubtfully.

"Yes, care is! Facial cake, stretching cake, to the salon! White injectable, silicone injectable!" answer Maryam angel version.

"Yes! Just silicone injections! Gedein is papaya fruit, so be as big as jackfruit!" exclaim Maryam horned version does not want to lose.

Rosmawati momentarily pondered. A few minutes later, his eyes widened and returned a cheerful smile. "Your father!" the bell girl immediately rushed towards the door and opened it.

Mehmet who was still leaning there, immediately fell and hit Rosmawati, so the girl fell. Mehmet's position was above his wife's.

At the same time, Ahmad and a beautiful girl entered Mehmet's apartment without knocking on the door. "Astaghfirullah," shouted the two men simultaneously.

Mehmet and Rosmawati who were stunned by each other, turned to the direction of the voice.

"Ahmad?"

"Halima?"

said the couple husband and wife in unison.

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