Old Girl Looking for Love
From Liverpool

"What if the impregnation process is waiting for us to finish the reception?" haggar Mehmet's. "In addition, if you get pregnant first before the party, your stomach will look distended, my dear," persuaded the handsome man again.

Rosmawati was silent. He seemed to think and weigh. "Yes too, yeah. Later if I look ugly, it must be handled by the Halimah," the bell girl began to mutter. "Yes, that's it, Panda. We make a child first. So that's it later," Rosmawati immediately pulled Mehmet's arm and pulled him into the room. Last night she made her husband work hard like a horse, so it did not feel morning arrived.

The loud bang at the door made Rosmawati who was sleeping soundly with Mehmet's shoulder as her pillow, had to wake up. Lazily, he put on clothes and then dragged his feet. Rubbing his eyes, Mehmet's wife opened the door wide. Outside, Mary looked with her big smile.

"Molor, you! What kind of work do you have?" he gawked from behind the door, peering into the room.

"Eits! What's to do?" rosmawati's body moves with Maryam's head.

"Well, why are you two? Kok the Memet ga wear clothes," said Maryam while occasionally rubbing her distended stomach.

"You know what, you? It's there! Early in the morning don't make my blood pressure rise," he pushed Rosmawati while continuing to block the vision of his conjoined twin friend.

"Yes, yeah. I have to clean up, though. Wanna gohome! Jamie is back from Liverpool. He'll bring me here. Because I'm pregnant again, so you as the best friend must help. Let me doain you cepet pregnant too. Come on hunt," as usual, Maryam always said and acted without any burden at all.

"Didih, you want to turn me around. Males, uh! Bodo! Just beres by yourself. You're pregnant not because of me, why be a reason just for me to help you!" reject Rosmawati. He looked at the sofa where Mary fell asleep last night. The sofa is clean and back.

"Ih, you can't be the same as pregnant women. You should know that pregnant women feel more sensitive than non-pregnant mothers. That's the sofa I've cleaned! Come on, say what?" said Maryam while playing the forefinger in front of Rosmawati. His attitude is like a kindergarten teacher who guides his students.

"Dih, your bodo time wants sensi ngga! It should be so! It's the dirty one, it's the one that has to be clean, too" Rosmawati poked out her tongue, then passed Maryam. The goal is the kitchen. After a fun sport last night, he now feels very hungry. Mary followed him from behind.

"Eat it, Jem. I'm masakin too," Maryam again grinned wide, making Rosmawati glare in disbelief.

"Ah, who really?" Rosmawati sounded doubtful of her best friend's words.

"Liat it yourself. I'm a good friend. You wake up in the afternoon, the cave ready for food for you as well as the Memet. You should be proud of me, my people are proud of me" said Maryam who was not too responded by Rosmawati. He prefers to continue his steps towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, Rosmawati was surprised. Sure enough, the dining table is full of various kinds of appetizing dishes. Rosmawati had to look at the dishes at close range to make sure that Maryam was not lying. "What dream are you, Mun?" he murmured while amazed.

"Nothing dream. It's easy to cook it," replied Maryam proudly.

"Well," Rosmawati's eyes are round. "Things like this are worth perpetuating. Rarely did Mumun get into a bad trance to kayak gini," he chirped as he reached for his cell phone and began taking pictures of the delicious dishes from various sides. However, his activities must be stopped when he saw boxes of food stamped with famous restaurants. "What, huh?" Rosmawati immediately approached and observed the wrapping of the lunch box.

"Mun, what is that?" rosmawati's index finger was straight towards the pile in the trash.

"Wow, where did that cardboard box come from?" let Maryam act confused.

"Hmm," Rosmawati raised one eyebrow and looked at Maryam sharply. "Whose money are you using?" the investigation is suspicious.

"My money, I'm!" sahut Maryam with a high tone.

However, Maryam had not yet answered, the doorbell rang loudly. "Eh, who's the guest, huh? I'll open it first, yeah!" the bell girl twitched and moved as slick as the eel opened the front door. Jamie Scott looks like he's been dashing in his arms for his beloved wife.

"Darling, how are you? I miss you" he said, hugging Maryam tightly.

"Didnuts, Aa. How come only Neng is called? Forget it, if we have a little soy that's growing here again" Maryam rubbed her stomach spoiled.

"Oh, jeez. Where I might have forgotten. This is what makes me want to go home quickly" said Jamie Scott. He lowered his body then rubbed and kissed Maryam's stomach. "Oh, yes. How's the other kid doing?" ask her while standing up straight.

"Orestes is fine, Aa. He's getting frisky. Only unfortunately still can not say mama, but Neng teachin continuously," regret Maryam who immediately put a sulking face.

"It has. It's okay, Darling. He will, too," said Jamie Scott, hugging Maryam. The handsome man with gray eyes raised his eyebrows because he felt incomprehensible to the thought of his wife. However, since Mary was pregnant, all she said she did was follow.

"Oh, yes. Aa brought the souvenirs that Neng asked for, right?" maryam asked with her attitude that looked spoiled.

"Of course, Darling. I deliberately pushed back home from Liverpool for the sake of getting this gift" Jamie Scott replied. He then invited Mary to sit down. They both seemed to be at home, and did not care about Rosmawati who was standing not far from the sofa.

Jamie Scott then opened his backpack. From there he pulled out a black packet. Not long after, the gray-eyed man showed something to his wife. "Surprise!" he said with a big smile. "As your request, Darling. The original jersey belonged to Jordan Henderson. Fresh, still smelling his sweat, just kiss" Jamie Scott handed the captain's Liberpool football team jersey.

Immediately, Maryam grabbed the jersey and sniffed it. "Oh, is this really the smell of sweat she's A?" tanyakanya.

"hey are. Why the hell?"

"Oh, the smell is different. Very fast, not rich in camel sweat," said Maryam while continuing to sniff the jersey.

Rosmawati shook her head from afar. He did not think about the behavior of his conjoined twin friends. It turns out that it is true if the act of pregnant women is always strange. She began to imagine that she would become pregnant.

"What if our daughter is a girl, and Mary's daughter is a girl, and they're friends like you?" whispered Mehmet who was suddenly behind Rosmawati. Zayn Malik kw 1 has managed to make the tiptoed Rosmawati so surprised.

"Oh, Panda. Ngagetin aja," he said flirtatious while hugging Mehmet.

"Come," Mehmet said briefly. Rosmawati immediately looked up with sparkling eyes.

"Yes, geez, Panda. Want again? Not ashamed of what? There is still Mumun. There's mr. Edder, too," Rosmawati blushed as she slammed the chest of Mehmet's field.

"I mean, let's get our wedding reception ready as soon as possible before you get pregnant, Rose," Erat Mehmet laughed.

"Repception?" said Maryam and Jamie Scott simultaneously while turning towards the newlyweds.

"Yes. We intend to have a wedding that has not been done yet" Mehmet said as he walked over to Jamie Scott. "How are you, Mr. Edder?" the sapa, who was still wearing a yellow boxer, had a spongebob image.