Aunty's Matchmaker
Proposal

Me, Mama and Papa have arrived at the restaurant that has been booked by Mr. Malik's family, appetizers have been issued because we arrived early.

I ate what was appetizing while they hadn't arrived, while Papa and Mama looked anxious. Perhaps, they were worried because Mr. Malik had not come yet.

"Old kok, huh, Pa?" mama asked with an anxious rubbing of her hands.

"Maybe again on Ma's road, got stuck. Just be patient, calm down!" firm Papa calms Mama.

I just glanced towards the door by putting the fries in my mouth.

"May Mr. Malik run away from home," I muttered staring at the food.

"What?" mama patted the back of my hand in anger.

"What, Ma?" I was surprised because I was heard by Mama.

"Why do you even pray like that?"

"Yes, exhausted. Forcibly play a child of a marriage!"

"What's compulsion? Malik would have liked to have a breast, you're the one who until now does not accept!"

"Yaiyalah Ma, a person of love and liking that can not be forced. I can't be forced to like Mr. Malik. I don't want to marry her, anyway" I said.

"Have you done, that's Mr. Dimas's family has come," pointed Papa at the door. I look at the door.

Looked Auntie Dwi, Om Dimas also Mr. Malik walked closer to our table. Mr. Malik walked behind them in his black suit.

Mama and Papa stood up with a smile, I also finally stood up with a forced smile.

"Sorry, yes, we're late. You suddenly the tire leaked," explained Auntie Dwi towards Mama.

"Yes, not papa. Just relax." They begin to hug by peeping the right and left cheeks.

I also hugged Auntie Dwi with a face staring at Mr. Malik sharply.

"Yeah, sit!" take Mama and finally we sit with me sitting next to Mr. Malik.

Why are we sitting next to each other like this? Hadeh ....

They told each other, I just listened carefully and looked one by one at their faces.

Scroll to the side, Mr. Malik was playing a cellphone with a flat object made under the table.

I also picked up the phone, following her way. I saw one notification.

[Assalamualaikum, sorry. This is Abil.]

I rounded my eyes and immediately shut my mouth, when it turned out that Abil knew my number. Must be from Aulia, want to feel happy jumping.

However, as a girl I have to maintain the image as well as self-esteem.

[Walaikumsalam, yes, Abil. What's up, huh? Sorry, but why do I know my number?]

Suddenly I got into a call that panicked me, I lowered my ringing voice and stared at those who were looking at me.

"Sorry, Ma, Aunt. Abibah pick up the phone for a second, yes," I asked the real bad.

"What are you, Abibah? Again gini collection should have his phone killed!" mama stared hard at me.

"Hehe, yes, Mama. After this is immediately killed, really," I replied grimly by showing my rapids.

"Udah, no papa. Sana, you pick up, honey," said Auntie Dwi and kuangguki. I walked away from the table so I wouldn't hear my talk.

"Where is lu? How come you're not here anymore?"

"Gue over there, really. You just calm down, there's another family event for a while. Yes, yes, bye!" Immediately I disconnect the call and turn off the quota. I saw the clock was eight.

Back to the table with heavy meals available.

"I'm sorry, yes, I'm old" I said, feeling bad.

"Sir papa, honey. Why anyway? No business, huh, you?" ask Auntie Dwi by chewing her food.

"Yes, Aunt. Cafe Abibah is like another rame, so you need help," I said honestly and started putting food into my mouth after praying.

"Why not add members?" ask Om Dimas.

"I can still handle it, Om."

"Yes, if you are married. There's no way you're gonna help out there, right?"

"Ohuk!" I choked on the food that I chewed immediately taking a drink so that the stuck food can go to the stomach.

"Be careful!" pissed Mama. Maybe, Mama will be ashamed to take me next time because of seeing my behavior.

Finally, we finished with the food. The atmosphere was tense again, more precisely I was tense.

"Ehem!" dehem Om Dimas glanced at Mr. Malik. I looked straight at the man we had not been able to open our voices with.

"So, tonight we invite Mr. Yusuf's family to dinner not without any purpose or purpose" explained Om Dimas with an atmosphere immediately became awkward.

Me? Don't ask, my heartbeat seems to pump faster like I just finished running.

"We would like to propose to my daughter Abibah Eviza for my son Malik Fazal Gafi" Om Dimas said with a smile.

"Om and Aunt, allow me Malik Fazal Gafi to make Om and Aunty's son my future wife. As a perfecter of the same religion, even though I am not a man; rich, patient, handsome, smart and like men out there. However, I am trying to learn about it" said Mr. Malik staring at Papa and Mama.

I opened my eyes in disbelief, I blinked several times because I was not sure that the person beside me could speak as sweetly as now.

At most just copas, my mind and avert the view. I hope someone enters the cafe and confesses that he is Mr. Malik's future wife.

Or ... she is the woman Mr. Malik has impregnated so that there is a reason I can cancel this stupid matchmaking.

20 Minutes, the ring that Mr. Malik brought and bought was already coiled around my ring finger. At first the parents told Mr. Malik to pair it.

"Sorry, but me and Mr. Malik are still not mahram," my dear and make them all finally understand.

I'm the one who finally put this ring on my finger, very, very independent! The happy face is shown in both my parents as well Mr. Malik.

Don't they want to look at us? This depressed face was very pitiful.

"Where, Abibah? You agree?" ask Auntie Dwi suddenly.

"Eh, do you agree with what Auntie is?" I asked who did not listen to their conversation.

"It's in the building."

"Yes, Abibah does not follow how you want Mama and Aunt wedding concept."

'But the only ones who want this wedding are you. Not me, why should I bother taking care of the preparations?' my mind is angry. It's impossible if I say something like that directly.

"Malik, are you quiet, anyway? Take Abibah!" om Dimas orders and makes Mr. Malik raise his head staring at me at a glance.