Old Girl Looking for Love
Handsome Most Husband

That morning, Rosmawati had just woken up from her sleep. Her hair was still as messy as a lion, while the corners of her lips formed a fang-like white line. "Your father!" he rattled his eyes and scratched his hair. "Panda! Where are you?" it's yelling again,

Suddenly a shadow of Halima appeared in his head. "Oh, don't-don't Panda diem meet her," Rosmawati began to fret. He walked around the room. "Gue after all," broke it while looking in a large mirror in the living room. Rosmawati was stunned for a moment staring at her reflection, then immediately she undoed the intention.

Rosmawati considered her appearance at the time to look like a gondoruwo, so she preferred to clean herself first in the bathroom. After tidy and changing clothes, he immediately grabbed his backpack and sneakers, preparing to get out immediately. But when he opened the door, it opened first.

Mehmet entered with a body full of sweat and a tight black spandex shirt, perfectly stuck to his athletic body, making Rosmawati drool again. "Where's the panda?" ask her with a vibrating sound, like a string of bang hajj guitars.

"From jogging, My Love. I was planning on taking you, but you slept too well. I couldn't bear to wake up" Mehmet replied. "Where are you going and where are you going?"

"You want your nyusulin. Kirain you come out to pick Halimah up," said Rosmawati with a frown.

"Astaghfirullaah! It's forbidden to be so bad, Rose. What did I pick her up for?" stir Mehmet.

"Yes, who knows! You are suddenly tempted by her beautiful face" murmured Rosmawati.

"If tempted, it should have been, Rose. Especially when we were in Dubai, we met often. But it's not, is it? I'm even more tempted by you" said Mehmet while glancing mischievously.

"Yes, yeah. Yes, aampuun. I've also known for a long time that I'm charming" Rosmawati said to herself. Moments later, he hugged Mehmet's body tightly. "So, what's our plan today? Make another kid, yuk! Kayak last night," he asked without shame.

"I have to get back to work, My Love. My vacation is over. Not to mention we will prepare for the reception," said Mehmet who spontaneously made Rosmawati wide.

"You still work? What job? I'm coming, huh?" his pedicab.

"Can, wait, yeah! I take a shower first" Mehmet smiled sweetly as he kissed Rosmawati's lips.

"Douh, yes Habibii," Rosmawati soared on the living room floor and remained there until Mehmet finished getting ready. The girl fizzled once more when she saw Mehmet wearing a slightly tight sky blue shirt combined with black pants. After glaring at Mehmet, he glared at his own clothes, then rushed back into the room.

"What are you doing, Rose?" Mehmet looked astonished.

"Change clothes!" yells. Rosmawati frantically opens the closet. His clothes in the past turned out to be very incompatible with Mehmet's fashion style. He almost cried and was desperate when he did not find a suitable shirt.

"Rose, don't open that wardrobe," the suspicious Mehmet, looked inside. "You should have opened the walk in closet. There's a lot of clothes I've prepared for you" he said.

"Well, how come you're talking now, panda?' gerutu Rosmawati's.

"Ma'af, My Love. I forget. Yesterday we were too busy ..." Mehmet bit his lips while blinking his eyes.

"Ih, why?" Rosmawati. "Choose dong's shirt, Panda," he asked spoiled.

"What model do you want to advance?' haggar Mehmet's.

"What matters is right" Rosmawati began to act spoiled. He wrestled on Mehmet's arm like a cat, occasionally kissing Mehmet's ketek. "Hmm, scented.." he praised. He kissed her again, while Mehmet was busy picking clothes for his wife.

"Hmm ..." Rosmawati stopped immediately. "Kok now the smell of keteknya different anyway, Panda?" The curious Rosmawati, raised Mehmet's arm to the highest of her height, then began to sniff out the folds of her husband's armpits.

"Ehhmm, the smell is not from there, My Love," Mehmet grinned at the horse, as if holding something back.

"Where are you, dong?" ask Rosmawati astonishment.

"From behind. For a moment, I deposited first," Mehmet who had finished choosing clothes, immediately thrust it at Rosmawati who was still dumbfounded. Zayn Malik kw 1 half ran to the bathroom and slammed the door.

"Ooh, kebelet huh, my dear?" rosmawati without sin. She then took off her clothes and wore a floral blue dress, Mehmet's choice.

While waiting for Mehmet to throw away his worthless items, Rosmawati tried experimenting with a set of makeup kits that Mehmet had just bought. He tried to stroke her hair and put on a maroon-colored lipstick. Not to forget, he also put a pink blush on his cheek. A sense of heat in his heart when seeing the beauty of Halimah, making Rosmawati all day watching video tutorials wearing make up on utub.

Rosmawati finished dressing up together with Mehmet who finished meditating, disposing of the negative scent. Mehmet, who was staring at his wife's face, was shocked to death. "Gosh, Rose? What are you doing?"

"But your face looks like it's been beaten up, My Love" Mehmet said, sounding so innocent and honest.

Rosmawati who was initially cheerful and confident, immediately limp helpless. "What's that, Panda?" gritted with teary eyes.

"Ow, I'm sorry, My Love. I'm sorry I was too honest. But it's all for your own good" Mehmet tried to appease his wife. However, Rosmawati was already upset and sad, making Mehmet feel guilty.

"What if I take you to the salon? There we'll fix your makeup," Mehmet bargained.

Rosmawati seemed to think for a moment while tapping her chin. "Ehm, is there a snack there?" tanyanya.

"Astaghfirullah, that's the salon, Rose. Not a mini market" Mehmet said.

"Yes, deh. For Panda's sake, I want to!" he exuberantly.

Finally, the initial plan that wants to go to work, becomes a turn to the salon. Mehmet looked so patiently waiting for his wife to be finished. The schedule that should have been at eight o'clock should have arrived at work, now forced to delay an hour later. "It's okay, for Rose's sake. As long as he's happy," comfort him to yourself.

Moments later, the revamped Rosmawati showed off her new face to Mehmet. "Well, how's Panda?" ask her while winking. This time his false eyelashes did not dislodge, adhering perfectly to his petals. Many times Rosmawati tried grimacing, glaring, squinting, but the anti-pain false eyelashes remained upright in place.

Unexpectedly, Mehmet was so stunned to see Rosmawati's face, that he did not realize that his cheeks were red and his mouth was gaping. So impressed, Mehmet was speechless.

"Aren't I pretty, Panda?" Rosmawati was waiting for her husband's answer.

"You are so beautiful, My Love, like an angel. My most beautiful wife" said Mehmet.

"Ah, my dear," Rosmawati blushed in embarrassment as she wrapped her hands around Mehmet's arm. "Already, yuk. We ngantor. Do not be late here, later I can be more beautiful," he said confidently.

The newlyweds then walked down the sidewalk in the Covent Garden area, until their steps stopped in front of a cafe. Rosmawati remembered that the cafe was the first place she and Maryam met their idol actor Charlie Manfred and invited the handsome actor to coffee there.

Rosmawati was still remembered at the time, when she and Maryam busked and looked for extra money. All of a sudden all of her past memories with her conjoined twin best friend were present just like that. What a beautiful bond of friendship. Long time and intense togetherness he had passed with Maryam. But now a lot has changed.

Without feeling the time passes so quickly. Who would have thought if the two of them had now both found love. However, though things have changed, her friendship and Mary's will never change. Until whenever the bond will always be intertwined even though they now do not live in one more flat.

"My Love, how come? Come on, come on in," Mehmet asked, breaking Rosmawati's daydream.

"You know, if his wife is hungry," Rosmawati again touched by Mehmet's attitude.

"Eh, no. This is my place of work, Rose," Mehmet said.

"What a fact, Panda? What do you work here? A waiter? Oh, what a pity my husband. For my sake, you ..."

"No, Rose!" cut Mehmet. "This cafe is mine!" emphatically.

Rosmawati was back. Fortunately, his eyelashes this time are not canned eyelashes.

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