Certified Old Virgin

Meet candidates.

"Sir, this isn't really a Udin bang, is it, is it?" ask my mother, deliberately make sure before going to meet the candidate. Must make sure the truth first rather than go eh zonk.

"Iye, I'm sure one hundred percent of you will like it. Bye, pegi there! I'm sleepy to go to sleep first."

Brakhs!

The door of the house slammed before his eyes. I got Istighfar so shocked. Who thought who owned this house? I do, but why do I treated my mother like a neighbor who is not happy.

Fucking mom. All you want.

Never mind. Maybe my mom is tired. He got home at dawn and I met a guy at a coffee shop. The address is already I cantongi, plus work and others.

Said the mother of the candidate who he wanted to know this is a civil servant who teaches at one of the prestigious High School that is here. Here he lives alone and his parents in Jakarta. Yes, eleven twelve is the same as me. The difference is PNS I'm just a fall.

Her name is Mum samarkan. The mother said it was just her mother's old friend. And said the mother, this guy is also looking for a future wife. Everyone knows about Mom. Plus minus, but mostly plus. Don't know that plus it's really just a mirage let me believe it. My mother is a rada-rada.

Photo and name disguised. Mom said to be a surprise. He said look for the most handsome one there. High guy, white, cool, vibe office guy. Doi wears a black shirt and knows me. He said my picture was in love.

Had wanted to protest, but .. when I saw the horn coming out, the intention of protest I pending. Later if it is right to meet and it turns out he is not as expected. Just got raging. Rarely is the raging terrorized.

But I'm not really looking for a husband. The important thing is loving, faithful, clinging to the same religion and established.

About looks, yes. Then when to eat handsome. After all, the age of forty will be wrinkles as well. The stomach will also be swollen.

I went to a coffee shop and sold bread. Pretty crowded. I've been here. If not wrong two months ago when looking for writing ideas. And yes, my idea was smooth when I saw the barista brothers.

"Bang, latte pesen same black forest, huh?" my door.

Then sit by yourself by the glass window. The reason is because it is easy to monitor visitors both inside and outside. And inside there are no handsome men wearing black shirts. That means the target hasn't arrived yet.

[Mother, no one has come yet] I sent a message to Mom.

[Awhile again. Don't bring. Remember, this is the last mate. If it doesn't fit too, you married noh ama Udin]

Bener apes. Udin again Udin. Basic Mom!

Miraculously, after getting a message from Mom I also saw a parked car and out the masked man wearing a black shirt.

My feelings ow, don't ask. Thumping very fast. From the physical he was quite tall, skinny, and his hair was neat. Typical state officials.

Doi came in and looked at me. I'm certainly groggy let alone him directly approaching.

"Mak Harum's daughter's girl?" tanyakanya.

Waitaminute! Why does his voice sound familiar?