Old Girl Looking for Love
Provocator at the Dining Table

"Well, so you want a reception, Jem? I can help you! I have the talent to be a Wedding Organizer, too" Maryam pointed to herself proudly. However, Rosmawati pretended not to see. He was busy lifting and moving the sofa cushions while whistling.

"Oh, don't bother, Mary. I plan to hire a Wedding Organizer. You guys just sit back and relax," Mehmet subtly refused.

"Yes, that's it, Met. I'm just a make up artist" exclaimed Maryam excitedly.

"I'll also hire a famous make up artist. You're sitting pretty quiet, Mary. Besides, you're pregnant, you can't be too tired" Mehmet said. It could be bad if his wife's conjoined twin friend if left to dress Rosmawati's face.

"Mrs. Hayder's right, Darling. You can't move much. Remember with our little soybeans in there," Jamie Scott rubbed gently on Maryam's stomach.

"Okay, Aa'. Almost Neng forgot that there was a junior here," said Maryam spoiled while also stroking her own stomach. "You're fine in there, honey. Do not rush out, just if it is already before the Lunar New Year. Smart kid!" babble Maryam cheerfully, making Rosmawati snort annoyed.

"Say he's going home. Why not go home?" chirp Rosmawati.

"Eh, A'! Neng has done everything. Ready in the kitchen. Yuk, we're having breakfast. Go, Met!" Maryam took everyone and led her husband to the dining room.

"What cooking, people .." Rosmawati's words came to a halt as Maryam hurriedly moved beside her and silenced her mouth.

"Well, it will be cold" he asked with a hand that continued to cover Rosmawati's mouth. "Let me change your money, Jem! Just calm! Now I'm pretty rich" whispered Maryam right in Rosmawati's ear.

"Reporting really, yeah! Twice as much!" Rosmawati whispered back.

"Big!" Maryam sat Rosmawati next to Mehmet, and she herself sat next to Jamie Scott.

"It just so happens that you're here, Mr. Edder. I need someone to brainstorm" Mehmet said.

"Exchange your mind about what?" Jamie Scott turned to Mehmet enthusiastically.

"I want you to give me some advice on wedding decorations" Mehmet replied with a big smile.

"Oh, that's easy, Met. Make a garden party. Or a party by the river. Later we bring fruits," Maryam lightly tapped.

"Fruits for what?" Rosmawati scrunched her forehead.

"Come on, Jem," said Maryam as she chewed. "And exciting, tuh. We're rame-rame eating rujak."

"Udahlah. Just diem, Mun. Instead of my blood pressure going up," complained Rosmawati as she leaned her back on the chair.

"Later we'll invite everyone, Rose. Your extended family and Mary's extended family. I'll buy them a round-trip plane ticket" Mehmet said with sparkling eyes.

"Well, go home. Time went by. What's the ride home? Barge ship?" chirp Maryam again.

"Can't you, you don't say? Nyamber aja kayak fire," protested Rosmawati upset.

"That means you should throw a party in a spacious room or an open space, Mr. Hayders. If you'd like, I have an acquaintance with the famous Wedding Organizer in London" said Jamie Scott.

"Well, that means from now on, you have to take care, Jem. Do not lose to your rivals," said Maryam lightly while chewing food.

"Have a son! He is not my rival anymore, because now this cool guy is completely mine,” said Rosmawati proudly.

“Eh, don't worry first. You have to get that Memet from where. Ask her what polygamy means,” Maryam babbles again, making Rosmawati's appetite instantly disappear. With a sad look, the daughter of Mr. Rozi turned to the husband. “Do you intend to have a wife other than myself, Panda?” tanyanya.

Mehmet who was chewing his food immediately stirred slowly. The man then rubbed his lips that were accidentally bitten. Instead of responding to his wife's question, Mehmet was busy fanning his hands near the lips. “Aduh, the pain,” complained the man while grimacing softly.

“Tuh, did I say what? The Memet was shocked when you did. Ah, I'm so lucky. Get ready you make a schedule, share the same ration ...”

“Close your mouth or I flush use water cowboke!” sergeant Rosmawati emotion.

“Where is the water? Weee ..”Maryam stuck out her tongue.

“Elu yes, again pregnant still nyebelin. There you go home, make my brain in the clouds!” sulcan Rosmawati.

Jamie Scott laughed happily. “Look, Mr. Hayders. Our wives are truly true friends. They are very familiar and always joking anywhere,” he said who does not understand Indonesian.

“Yes, Aa. Neng did not choose the wrong husband. Besides being handsome and charming, Aa also turned out to be very understanding. Yeah, we're home, yuk. Neng kangen nih,” without permission, Maryam took the spoon that was being held by Jamie Scott, then put it on a plate. He also shifted the dishes that still contained food. Not to forget, Maryam took the rest of the chicken that was there and then ate it.

Jamie Scott looks at his wife's ridiculous attitude. He watched Maryam who was already up from her seat and prepared to leave. “Are we going home now, Darling?” tanyakanya.

“Yes, we're home. Rose said she wanted to continue on the sofa. Ah, yuk. After all, Orestes is not at home here. Poor he was horrified the Rose ranting, not good for his mental development,” while continuing to gnaw the chicken from Jamie Scott's plate, Maryam pulled the husband to follow him immediately.

With ease he told the husband to bring the things that Maryam had prepared before. "Go home, Met. Ready to be pounced on, yeah. Bye," Maryam waved her hands excitedly, then closed the door to Mehmet's apartment just like that.

While Mehmet was still busy with his sore and twitching lips, Rosmawati snorted in annoyance. A moment later, she immediately turned her attention to her husband. "So, you're intent on beating me up, Met?" eyes glazed.

"Ouch, My Love. Please don't add to my burden. My lips hurt so much. If it's thrush, how?" Mehmet tried to divert the conversation.

"Ah, just answer me, anyway! Are you gonna fuck me or not, Panda? If the answer is muter-muter, it means ..." Rosmawati could not help her sadness. He started crying roaring with a loud voice.

"Hey, Honey! Already, already! It will not be nice to listen to the neighbors. They'll think you're being persecuted, "persuade Mehmet immediately. He also stroked the top of Rosmawati's head, then hugged her body tightly.

"Panda, evil," he whispered softly. His face was stuck to the chest of Mehmet's field. Sometimes she wears her husband's shirt to wipe her snot.

"Listen to me, Rose. I never had any intention of suing you. Again, never! There is only one Rose" Mehmet said firmly.

"Really, Panda?" Rosmawati immediately looked up and looked at her husband's face with round and sparkling eyes.

"Yes, Rose. I'm not Ahmad who is willing to share love. I just want to be with Rose, until we're old" Mehmet smiled broadly as he hugged his wife back.

In his heart, he could not imagine more than one wife. Having one person like Rosmawati alone has made him tired of body soul. Especially two.