Aunty's Matchmaker
Of mine

POVS. Mr. Malik.

I don't know what happened to me that night, only I know I was at the lowest level and destroyed by a Malik Fazal Gafi.

The woman I love and care for so much, went with another man and married abroad without saying anything to me.

I learned that from one of my colleagues at the college, Vilo Anastasya. The woman who always chased me.

However, not one bit I had feelings for him from the days of High School. It's not that she's not pretty, she's pretty. Because of the American and Indonesian blaster.

It all felt so sudden, until I finally got the fact that I would be betrothed to my own student.

I repeatedly refused and said that I would marry the lover of my heart. However, not even a little harried by my parents.

I thought the woman to be betrothed was the one I could easily make obedient and meek like the traitor woman.

Apparently, he's very different. Stubborn, chatty, brave to oppose and will not want to lose if he is right or wrong.

This morning, I caught him getting out of the guy's car last night wanting to drive him home.

"Are you deaf now?" I asked because he didn't turn to look at me behind him.

Finally, he turned around with a sickening grin. My face is flat, there is no thin smile or thick on this face.

"That, Sir. He is my friend" replied Abibah. The woman my parents said would be my wife in about a week.

"Yemen?" tanyaku raised his eyebrows next door and replied to a nod by him.

"Since when do women and men have the word 'friend'?"

"Yes, why sir? If he catches me there's no harm, right? There are no restrictions on campus either. In fact, marriage is still allowed to go to college," he replied at length as if he did not want to lose.

"I asked slowly, but you answered out of nowhere," I said in a sneak peek.

"Some, Father! Why is it so bad and so to me?" ketus Abibah with a dislike face.

Kulirik around, there were several pairs of eyes looking at us because it happened to be me and Abibah standing around the campus.

He immediately turned around and walked into the campus without leaving a word to Abibah.

My steps stopped in the corridor because the shoelaces were released, when going to crouch suddenly my body almost fell because something hit.

"Eh, Mr. Malik did stop, anyway?" reprimand the woman fiercely!

I immediately exhaled a rough breath choosing to get up and stare at him, "You're the one who should look out for the road!" press me.

"Or ... Did you intentionally follow me?" I raise my eyebrows next door staring at him.

He raised one of his lips, "Gosah kegeeran, sir! So handsome, anyway!" his teasing and passing left me just like that.

I just chuckled to see him who had moved away, immediately fix the shoes because it had not been done and walked into the room.

"Sir Malik!" shouted someone I memorized his voice.

I who was already holding the doorknob of the room stared lazily at the person, "What's the matter Mis Vilo?"

"Later, there's time, right? Can I have lunch at the restaurant? There's a new restaurant opening up" he explained with a big smile.

"Sorry, can't Mis. I have a job," cut me quick.

"Mmm .. yaudah, yes."

I nodded and went inside, not wanting to see that face.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

"God, Sir!" he half shouted. Kulirik watch, it's already 10. That is, the first class is finished.

"Lake in!" tell me with my eyes to refocus on the work.

Kukhin ...!

The sound of the door opening and closing, the footsteps of the shoes immediately filled the room and the sound stopped.

"Sit down" I commanded to point towards the chair.

"So, how's Sir?" he asked without further ado after sitting in front of me.

I stopped the activity at work, put down the pen and stretched the finger muscles.

I took a deep breath so I could be more patient and talk to him, "What do you want?" ask her for her opinion.

His lips were raised straight up because I asked for an opinion, "But I will not all agree. If I feel benefited, then I will agree!" cut me fast and make his shoulder slump back down.

"Okay, no papa!" he nodded and opened the bag. I don't know what he was looking for, I just raised my eyebrows watching what he was doing.

He gave her a piece of paper to me, "Ck! You actually wrote a deal like this?" tanyaku.

"Yes, dong! The idea of the Father. I've made sure that we are both profitable in this agreement" he said confidently with a smile.

I read carefully and put the paper back on the table, took the pen and lined up every sentence that I had no profit on my part.

His face in the bend fiercely stared intently at me, "Why is everyone in the scribble?" ask him unhappily.

"Don't you say yourself, that in the agreement should both parties feel profitable? And I don't think I have any profit in some of the deals you've written!" I lean my back against the chair.

"So, what the fuck. That's good too!" he did not accept the blame.

"If we live in a house or apartment, you can not eat my food or food. But, I can eat the dishes or ingredients in the refrigerator." I read the writing I inherited as disapproving.

"What part of my luck?" ask me to raise an eyebrow.

"It is the duty of a husband to support a wife!" it looks like the smartest.

I laughed softly and moved my body towards him who was only blocked by the table, "You are talking about obligations, do you already know the obligations of a wife? If you want me to do something, you have to do it too. How's it?" I raised my eyebrows and smiled at him.

His face looked deathly and instantly moved his lips, looked at me in annoyance and snatched the paper on my desk violently.

"Don't pervert, yes, sir! I'll report you to another lecturer!" the nagging that he thinks must be threatening me.

I shrugged indifferently, "There's no more deal you want to make?"

"So!"

"Well, the last resort is you have to run away and move out of this town."

"Eh, good!" pekiknya did not accept my decision, "father remembers well, I even hanged myself. Father ever? Where ever! Because what? Because--"

"Because I'm not as stupid as you!" cut me off quickly that word.

He looked in disbelief and clenched his hands, "I won't run away! If you want to run away, run away sono!" tell him and stand up.

"The circuit discussed is surgical, but, yes, how do you want to surgery! The people are talking unfairly!" move on again and go step outside by stomping his feet.