Aunty's Matchmaker
Not a Distressed Place

The car stopped in front of a fairly famous store, I immediately went out first because Mr. Malik was picking up the phone.

"God!" call someone by waving your hand. It turned out that Auntie Dwi was already waiting for us inside with the woman who might be the owner of this shop.

I kissed the back of the hand of the woman who will soon become my in-laws and did not forget to also meet the person who turned out to be in accordance with my assumption that he was the owner of this store.

"Where's malik?"

"August pick up the phone, Aunt."

"Oh, if so, you try the dress first, yes. Aunty wait here, you will be assisted by the assistant of Aunt Widiya."

I just nodded, refusing was impossible. Walking led by the clerk of this shop owner to the dressing room.

Haven't had time to choose which dress I want, Auntie Dwi has chosen it first without asking me.

Not wrong, anyway, because from the beginning I also told you that I gave everything about this marriage to them.

However, the minimum confirmation first cake the same me. Whether I want to or not, that's it! It's not time to grumble anymore.

I saw my body wrapped in a white dress, ubiquitous peyets and white beads also adorned in the dress and lucky khimar covered the chest.

Without feeling it, a clear grain dripped, 'I should have used this at the wedding where I liked my candidate and he liked me too. Not that, it had to be like this. In fact, I don't know if there will be happiness in my household, ' my inner self and rubbing my cheeks.

"Happy, huh, Ma'am? I also used to be so, very happy to be married to my boyfriend who we have been dating for 4 years. But I think that was the beginning of happiness. It turns out, it was even the beginning of suffering. I think 4 years of dating is enough to know what his nature and attitude is. Turns out? I was wrong, he even did me at will and even beat me mercilessly when trouble got him," said assistant Aunt Widiya while staring at me from the reflection of the glass.

"Now, are you divorced?" I stared at him with teary eyes.

He nodded and wiped away the already unstoppable tears, tried to smile and stare at me, "If there are no happy hands in the house, so what is the household for? Better by ourselves, but happiness, peace we get. Married, not a depressed place."

I was stunned, as if it was hard to swallow the saliva. Subject feeling that spoken by assistant Aunt Widiya is real.

But what can I do? All the ways I've done to be able to annul this marriage.

However, all the ways they also did that I remain married to Mr. Malik.

"Jude, Ma'am. Let's go ahead, maybe Mbak and Mbak's future in-laws are waiting," cut him and hold my shoulder.

I gasped from the daydream, looked at him and gave a smile and nodded. We started walking towards the waiting room.

Very slowly because I was also using hels, "Mbak, can not use ordinary sandals so?" my complaint is that it is not usual to wear sandals with high rights like this.

"Hahaha, yes, you can't. Later, the dress can drag really. Beautiful mom, I'm wearing hels. Just practice more often" explained the assistant who made me tick.

He thinks it's easy, huh? In fact, I have used sandals that only use 5cm heels have fallen, let alone this which he said 7cm.

In the waiting room, there is already Auntie Dwi as well as Mr. Malik. The owner of the store was no longer on the sofa, they both seemed engrossed in talking until they were unaware of my arrival.

"Ehem, Madam, Master!" call the assistant to distract the two people who are in front of me right now.

I was just a whimper, embarrassed to be seen wearing a dress like this.

"Well .. you are beautiful, my dear," praised Auntie Dwi who immediately got up close to me.

"Then I go for a minute, yes, Madam. Want to get her groom's shirt," said the assistant who removed her hand from my arm.

"Emc ... Aunty, her hels can be replaced with sandals, no, anyway? Abibah does not know how to use ginian hels, which is very high again," complained me who began to feel that my calves were tense.

"Haha, you don't usually wear hels as it turns out, honey? In fact, girls will look more beautiful if they wear hels, you know," said Auntie Dwi laughing at me.

Reluctantly, I shook my head to answer her question. Scroll towards Mr. Malik who is still on the sofa.

He even seemed to just stay there, trying to find his own busyness. Am I not beautiful, right?

"Jude, no papa. Here Auntie Ajarin," said Auntie Dwi holding both hands. I round my eyes because I am afraid of falling.

"Udah, just calm down. Not going to fall, really," continued Auntie Dwi who seemed to know what was on my mind.

I began to slowly step, balancing the body that felt so heavy.

Huh, why do people seem to be very comfortable and easy to use hels, huh? How, am I even so hard?

Kulirik back towards Mr. Malik, it turns out he was staring at me who was studying this.

Feeling snuggled by me, she returned snobs busy with her flat object. Instantly I held a smile at her behavior that turned out to be like a child as well.

"Well, now you're walking alone, honey. Slow down, just kayak," said Auntie Dwi who released her hand from my hand.

"Eh, Aunt. Don't dong, Abibah is afraid," I complained because I felt I couldn't.

"Udah, no dear papa. Try it!" tell Auntie Dwi with a smile that seems to be encouraging me. He soon moved a little far away from me.

I took a breath so that the nervousness went away from me, walking so slowly, "Oh, oh, my goodness. Se-ribet this is getting married?" my grumbling is still heard by Auntie Dwi. He chuckled at my grunts.

When I got 4 steps and could turn around, suddenly I could not get the balance.

"Eh, uh, Auntie!" I was afraid that I would have to fall. It must be very painful, maybe I will immediately cry on the spot if it hurts.

Lucky, although my tubs still feel pain but not as painful when falling to the floor. Mr. Malik swiftly caught my body and I am now in his arms.

Before long, because I looked towards Auntie Dwi who smiled so sweetly. I immediately realized and distanced myself from Mr. Malik who remained with his flat face.

"Ehem!" dehem Mr. Malik who tried to break the atmosphere just now, "kalo emang can not, do not be forced Ma. Let him use what he's comfortable with." Mr. Malik passed by with a flat-looking face from this room.