Old Girl Looking for Love
Orestes in Action

Miss Halimah.

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Ahmad and the beautiful girl named Halimah are now sitting opposite Mehmet and Rosmawati who are still pouting. The four of them sat in silence with their respective minds at that square-shaped dining table. There was a plate of fried chicken and some dishes made by Mehmet who was idle in the middle of the table that had not been eaten, because Rosmawati first burned with jealous fire.

"So this is your wife, Hayder?" tanya Halimah opened the conversation. The girl's voice sounded so soft and showed an elegance of her.

"Yes. Introduce, his name is Rose," Mehmet replied, smiling, to Rosmawati, he looked so charming. The jealousy in Rosmawati's heart grew like a tire that kept pumping, and maybe soon it will explode.

"If you answer the question do not have to smile so dong, Panda! I'm uncomfortable to see" protested Rosmawati with her lips made manyun.

"She's pretty too, yeah," praised Halimah with a strange-looking look. Either the compliment is sincere or just a joke. Rosmawati did not care, because her chest was now being hit by frowns.

"Oh, of course not as pretty as Miss Halimah. Jauuuuuh. Like the distance from the earth to the sun" Ahmad chanted a piece of fried chicken on a plate and immediately ate it without shame.

Spontaneous Rosmawati snatched the fried chicken from Ahmad's grasp and returned it to the plate. He then pulled the plate until it stuck to his chest. "This is a special fried chicken for me! The panda is fried!" jolt Rosmawati while glaring sharply to the man who likes to collect the wife.

Gently, Mehmet grabbed onto Rosmawati's shoulder, then hugged her tightly. "Alright, Honey. Don't so. I'll fry again, yes," like a tiger handler trying to tame his cat, Mehmet cajoled and kissed Rosmawati's forehead.

Of course, it makes uncomfortable feelings in Ahmad and especially Halimah. "Why did you bring me here? Are you going to embarrass me again, Ahmad? Was it not enough that I was humiliated because Hayder refused his betrothal to me in front of the entire extended family?" halimah Protest. Her face still looked very pretty despite being in a state of annoyance.

"No, Miss!" immediately Ahmad moved his hands in front of his chest as a sign of disapproval of Halimah's sentence. "I just want to show you what Mr.'s chosen wife looks like. Hayder," he said.

Hearing that, Rosmawati did not remain silent. He immediately snapped Ahmad's head tightly. "What happened to Mr.'s chosen wife. Hayder?" rosmawati shouted loudly while standing and leaving in front of Ahmad. His eyes bulged, thus making the calm and gentle Halima frightened.

"Haya, please tame your wife. I'm afraid" said Halimah.

Rosmawati's body stiffened and stiffened. "What did he say? Hayah?" Rosmawati did not believe it. He returned languidly.

"Yes, My Love. The adoptive father's family called me Haya when I was a child" Mehmet explained, rubbing Rosmawati's shoulders to calm her down. The bull girl looked like a bull ready to ram the matador.

"Can't! Anyway, no one can call you that friendly! Enough of me to be your friend!" Rosmawati is getting out of control.

"Tuh, right! What I said, Miss! Mr's Wife. Hayder is like a street harvester who usually likes the nods of passersby. She is far from the same graceful and gleaming Miss Halimah" said Ahmad, who intends to heat up Rismawati.

While Halimah is just a mangosteen while observing the absurd behavior of Rosmawati who is sulking. "That's a pity, Mehmet. What the hell did he see from a wild girl like her?" taunted.

"Eat him, what I said! You are much more everything than Miss Rosmawati" said Ahmad impassioned. It is really like a sparrow in the fields to be harvested. Fly here and there looking for yellowed rice.

"So, what should I do to save Haya, Ahmad?" ask Halimah softly.

"That's easy. You're quite resuscitating Mr. Hayder so as not to go the wrong way," replied Ahmad enthusiastically.

Of course Ahmad's loud voice, was heard to Rosmawati's ears. Feeling unacceptable, Rosmawati immediately stood up and approached Ahmad, then gripped his shirt cramp. "What do you mean, Mat? From now on insult me! Do I have any fault with you? You're fighting, aren't you? You think I'm a demon of the human race, what? Who can make Memet go wrong? Don't overdo it, deh! Never been kissed by Odading Mang By, yeah!" rosmawati snapped while showing her right hand that had been clenched perfectly.

"What's that name?" Ahmad shuddered in horror at Rosmawati's threat. He shuffled back and hid behind Halimah's body.

"Here you go, stop it, Mrs Hayder!" firmly Halimah while putting the body. His chest was large, he poked until he touched Rosmawati's chest. The bell girl was stunned for a moment, observing the size of the beautiful woman, then comparing with hers. Almost Rosmawati held the beautiful circle, if her body was not immediately pulled by Mehmet.

"Rose, stop! Please, calm yourself," Mehmet pinta grabbed Rosmawati's face and cupped her.

"Stay, Panda. I'm curious about it" whispered Rosmawati.

"What?" reply Mehmet with a whisper anyway.

"The noise!" exclaim Rosmawati restrained. He then turned his body back to Halimah, then prepared to compare with hers. However, before his wish was fulfilled, another pair of guests arrived at Mehmet's apartment.

"Assynnausea!" said a loud and loud cry from the direction of the open entrance. "Jeeem! Kangeen mummy!" Maryam who came with her husband, immediately rushed towards Rosmawati.

Soon Rosmawati returned Maryam's embrace. He had never been so happy when he saw his conjoined twin friends. "Lu why, Jem?" maryam Hram asked mixed with worry. He looked at Ahmad and Halimah. Two strangers he has never met.

"Well, another arisan? Did I get it wrong when I came here?"

"No, Mun. I look more at your face than Ahmad's face and the girl's face" replied Rosmawati. They are free to speak Indonesian.

"Eh, whose girl? Which country's beauty queen?" Mary asked about Halima.

"That's called Halimah, Mun. She's a girl who wants to be betrothed to the same Memet," explained Rosmawati sadly.

Maryam suddenly slit. He then set his sights on Mehmet who was chatting with Jamie Scott. "Eh, Met. Are you sure you refuse to do this for Ijem?" maryam's chirps make Rosmawati want to scream. Maryam then approached Halimah. He stood in front of the girl after previously laying the Orestes cage on the table.

Maryam observed Halimah's face from such a close distance. "Jem, is this his real face? Gini's nose is really good, right?" exclaimed Maryam while holding her nose that is not as sharp as Halimah's nose. What Maryam did, of course, made Halima uncomfortable. The girl kept her face away.

"Ahmad, who else is this strange girl?" tanyanya to Ahmad while grimacing in horror.

"I think he's still one species with Mr.'s wife. Hayder, Miss Halimah," Ahmad replied. However, Maryam did not care about the man's ravings. He even took out the agile Orestes from his cage.

"Said Mak Odah, the beautiful man has a kind and loving heart. Do you like animals? Nih, know my foster son and Aa Jamie, his name is Orestes," Maryam thrust the nimble little hamster at Halimah.

Halima retreated and looked frightened, especially when suddenly Orestes jumped into the chest that rotted beautifully like a raw papaya fruit belonging to the beautiful girl. Orestes stuck there comfortably. "Aaaaaw .. Get these rodents out of me!" peekik Halima. He was so hysterical and made Mehmet and Jamie Scott who were busy talking to be surprised and immediately turned their heads.

Seeing that, Ahmad was sprightly and pretended to be a hero. Immediately he took Orestes from Halimah's chest and made the girl even more hysterical. "Yahmaahoo!" a loud slap landed on the face of the mating man.

"Belvin, lu!" rosmawati with satisfaction.

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