Certified Old Virgin

what a shitty meeting.

There was a feeling of relief when Rasya was gone, but there was no denying the annoyance. Mix up the trees. I'm so grateful for not being married to a playboy like a chicken belly cap like him.

But, I fret too because there must be Udin waiting for me to marry. And my mother made me no time to think let alone choose. Finding a new candidate is impossible.

Who is a strong candidate to be made husband? I don't have a backup. Don't have a friend also I'm always busy with the script and never had time to acquaintance with men.

Did I look for it in a dating app?

But, still impossible!

"Well, you don't want to know, you should bring a male candidate later this month!"

Hais! Mother's words rang again. What am I supposed to do now?

“You must be happy, ‘kan?” accuse me of Irka. The tail of my eyes intentionally narrowed, deliberately showing that I was able to swallow him round and round.

Wonderful, it could be silly in front of people. Where to use all the applications again. Guys don't have empathy!

Irka raised her shoulders, looking cute and looking sengak bin tengil. His character has been so since a long time ago. I like to hear that I'm senewen. Very jengkelin. How can I meet him here.

Because I was upset I sat back down and chose to sit quietly while staring at Irka. I swear, I don't know what to do. Should I thank you for this guy who saved my pride a little bit?

Well, at least he told Rasya that I was waiting. I'm not a spinster she didn't do what she said

Or is it raging to remember our past is not yet gone? A monkey love story peppered with drama that leaves a deep trauma. Because of him I never want to meet and be close to other men. After all these years I dare to open my heart. Eeh, even like this. So apes.

"Why see that? I'm still handsome, aren't I?" seloroh Irka's.

WTB!

"Lega can't get away from him?" ask Irka again.

I silently threw away my face. Rest assured, he would just want to cry me out. Want to debacot if my fate is indeed apes.

"Have you been dating for a long time?"

I'm still lazy to talk.

Irka suddenly clucked. "I don't know if your fate is like this."

Would be.

I stared fiercely at him.

"What do you mean?" reply fierce.

Started to ride the tension, but I hold on so I don't end up exploding. It's a public place.

"Yes so."

Clenched my hand. "Ka, if you just want to add gasoline to the fire, mending now pull it out. I'm telling her she's good!"

Without guilt Irka shook her head. "Well? I also eat drinks here. I pay!"

Astaghfirullah ….

Rather than getting crazy, it's good that I go.

"Dis, you don't think your name is a curse, do you?"

"What do you mean?" The more my blood rises. I sat up again.

"The Rose of Jasmine. You don't think that name is too much? Yeah how do you say it. Kind of tacky I said."

"Replace it," he continued, which made my chest jerk. What right did he have to ask me to change my name?

"Ka, don't bacot much, can you? You're a nobody. We don't know very well."

"Woi, don't be fierce. You'll actually be a spinster, you know."

Astaghfirullah .. steadfast stoic.

"But I'm serious. Mending change the name," he continued.

"Irka!"

Indeed, from the beginning I was kind of like with this name. Yeah, girl's name sounds a little cool. The name of the Rose or Jasmine is also no less sweet. However, if the three words were combined it would sound tacky.

But, whatever. I've been immune to the name of the gegara. Free to change the name as well. There was a wrathful mother and sulked. I'm cursed to be a langur. Aren't funny.

The name doesn't matter now, the important thing is the husband. I should be able to bring in a future husband later this month.

"Aren't you curious about how I am?" ask Irka.

I snorted, then stood up again with a careless look. "nothing important. We open up to nobody."

After saying that, I too went out of the hotel restaurant. I let Irka call without intending to look over. The heart is already hot because, and talking to Irka will only make the body and heart burn more. Scorched.

I kept walking to the parking lot and did not expect it turns out Irka was still chasing. He kept calling.

O Allah, patient patient patiently.

"But!" yells.

I was upset, I turned back.

"What the hell?"

But instead of answering, he looked at my bike.

"This is your bike? I'm a nebeng, huh?"

"Snurvy!"

Still with emotion, I pushed Irka's chest until the man staggered. Why not fall down immediately. Ish.

suddenly my motorbike key was taken away.

"Irka!"

"Before you leave, will you please take the ring off?"

"Well!"

"Yes, that's a cheap ring. I'll change for more expensive." Irka pulled the diamond ring on my hand, unfortunately attached.

"Cock attached, yes. Straightin dong finger so this ring can come off."

Upset, I forcefully pull the ring. Fortunately it was released along with the overflow of emotions. I snatched the motor key from Irka's grasp, then kicked her shins until she grimaced and lifted the side leg.

"Basic jerk! Goddamn shithead. Meet me once again I make your heirloom so curly," I growled then passed drive the vehicle.

Apes apes apes!

Mama! It's because of Mom!