Old Girl Looking for Love
The Stir in the Air

For a month, Mak Katemi's extended family took care of her passport at the immigration office. When she was done, Mak Katemi contacted Rosmawati and Mehmet. Without waiting for long, Mehmet immediately ordered in-laws and all his sisters-in-law plane tickets to London. Mr. Rozi, who had never climbed an iron bird, was so nervous that he could not sleep all night. "Oh, if you get on a plane, where's it going down?" ask his wife shortly after they managed to check in at the airport with all the drama.

"Yes, downstairs, sir. Time in the clouds," replied Mak Katemi while ago, because busy taming the leaks. The middle-aged woman was forced to tie her children with a raffia rope so as not to get lost into the plane. Aided by Nining, the little ones got their seats.

"Remember, yes! It can't be noisy! If it's noisy, you'll throw you out one-on-one!" threaten Nining's.

"Yes, ma'am!" answer the leaks in unison.

"Good! Now it's all crumpled!" titah Nining's. The little grizzled boys again simultaneously closed their eyes. However, there was one child who quietly opened his eyes. It's Joni. Joni was more interested in observing the flight attendants walking towards her while carrying a food trolley.

"Snacks?" bargain the pretty stewardess to her.

At once Joni glared and looked away. She pretended to be asleep until the flight attendant left from her presence. Slowly, Joni opened her eyes again, then poked her brother. "Hey, when I was offered a snake" he whispered.

Another case with Mr. Rozi, he looks restless in his seat. Many times the middle-aged man changed positions.

"Why the hell, sir? How can it not be? Sleep there!" tegur mak Katemi's.

"Eh, don't sleep! Yo opo se sampeyan iki, Buk? If you fall asleep, you will be able to wash up," said Mr. Rozi.

"What's the reason, sir? Dead, you mean?" mak Katemi sewot.

"No! I mean, don't sleep. Where are we going to get off? London's? How late will it be?" cetus mr. Rozi.

"Yes, just ask to turn around, sir. How troublesome," replied Mak Katemi dongkol. "Of course, don't make a fuss. I can't sleep this" she complained again.

However, not until five minutes later, it has been heard the slurping of Mak Katemi to all corners of the aircraft cabin.

Twenty-one hours must be passed by Mr. Rozi with the chanting of love verses mak Katemi. Not only him, the passengers in front of them were disturbed. To the extent that when the plane landed smoothly at London's Heathrow airport, all passengers were grateful. Not because their journey is smooth and there are no obstacles, but because in the end they are free from the temptation of snoring mak Katemi.

Full of vigilance, Mr. Rozi and his wife, directed his troops down from the stairs of the plane with heart. Arriving at the arrival terminal, Mehmet was waiting there. "Hello, my mantuku sing nggganteng dewe," said Mak Katemi snobs familiar.

"Hello, Mak," Mehmet bowed, then kissed the hands of Mak Katemi and Mr. Rozi respectfully.

"Where is Ros?" tanya Nining who was in a daze while tightly holding the rope raffia that tied four of her sisters.

"Ros is in the care, in preparation for tomorrow's reception," Mehmet replied in stiff-sounding Indonesian. "Let me take you to the hotel," Zayn Malik asked the 1st. His handsome face looks very cheerful when directing large family Rosmawati towards his car in the parking area.

"Come, come in" Mehmet opened the car door and invited his two in-laws. After all sitting comfortably in the vehicle, Mehmet then runs his car at a slow speed.

Mr. Rozi and Mak Katemi who just went abroad for the first time, were amazed to see the beauty of the city of London. So did their leak troops as well as Nining.

"The streets are clean yo, sir. Doesn't anyone litter?" chirps mak Katemi.

"No one sells lilok yes, ma'am," said Mr. Rozi.

"Sir! Look, Sir! The wall clock is so big!" now it is Nining's turn to see the famous clock tower in London, Big Ben.

"Yes, God. Very good, Sir! That's what a clock battery is, yes," said Mak Katemi who looked in amazement at Big Ben.

"How to change the battery, huh?" timpal Mr. Rozi with a look of astonishment.

Mehmet who had listened to the babbling of his family-in-law could only laugh amusedly. Little did he understand what the old family was talking about.

"It's over, sir, Mom," Mehmet's car pulled up in front of a high-rise building that looked luxurious.

"Waahh," the seven immediately looked out the window. They were amazed to see the beautiful building in front of them.

"This is Memet's house?" ask mak Katemi.

"No, it's a hotel. We'll stay here later. Tomorrow the reception will be held in the hotel ballroom, on the top floor" Mehmet said.

"Ooo," said the seven men in unison.

"Come, get off" Mehmet asked as a valet officer approached him. The officer brought some friends who wanted to help bring Mr. Rozi's family belongings.

"Eh, uh, where do I take my suitcase!" mr. Rozi panicked while trying to grab his large suitcase that was already in the hands of the hotel attendant. As a result, the two people pull each other interesting, scrambling for a suitcase.

"Sir, calm down, he just helped bring the suitcase to the room you will occupy later" explained Mehmet patiently.

"Ooo," again the family did the chorus in unison.

"Yes, already, then I bring this too," Mr. Rozi hurriedly took off his sandals and thrust them at the confused hotel attendant.

"Well, how'd it get removed?" mak Katemi is getting dizzy to see her husband.

"Sampleyan don't see, ma'am. The floor is kinclong. Lookie! Glossy like this," Mr. Rozi set his bare feet against the hotel floor made of white marble.

"Not to be removed, sir. Just wear. It's a hotel, not a mosque" Mehmet laughs at his parents-in-law's slightly absurd behavior.

"The weird pancen sampeyan, sir," grumbled mak Katemi as she passed following Mehmet's steps towards the elevator.

The elevator continues to take them to the floor of the room to be occupied. There, they also met with Rosmawati who had just finished treatment at the hotel spa.

"Sir, Mak, Nining, Joni, Brandon, Mahmud, Toni!" rosmawati exclaimed as she rushed towards her extended family.

"Ayune you, Nduk," Mak Katemi returned her child's embrace with a smile.

"Treat me, Mama. Mangkane ketok. Later, everyone will also take care of the reception uniform for tomorrow" said Rosmawati.

"Oh, there's a uniform, huh?" ask mak Katemi.

"Yes, there's dong, Mak. Ros has prepared a reception shirt for all of you" Rosmawati replied proudly.

"Oah, madam. Mak already brought uniform tahlil, hihi," interrupted Nining.

"Yes, already. Then, we continue to talk inside," Mehmet cut. He then directed the extended family to enter the super-large suite room he had rented.