Aunty's Matchmaker
Giving Bracelet

After trying on the wedding dress, we finally came out of the store. The cost of clothes has been paid in full by Auntie Dwi, should have 5 replacements.

However, I refused because imagining it was already very tiring. Luckily, Mr. Malik also refused and followed my wishes. Finally, the wedding dress is only 2 pairs.

"You go home alone, Auntie has another business," said Aunt Dwi staring at us in turn.

"No aunt, Abibah wants to take a taxi home," cut me up quickly.

"Udah, same with Malik," asked Auntie Dwi to push my body slowly, "be careful Malik, don't speed!" Auntie Dwi stared intently at Mr. Malik.

Inevitably, I ended up getting back into a car that felt very uncomfortable. Not the car, but the atmosphere inside.

On the way, no one opens their voice. I stared at the street and Mr. Malik focused on driving.

"Hmm .. hmm .. hmm," I said with a slight pitched while the mouth clenched.

"When I was drunk, didn't I say anything?" asked Mr. Malik who made me instantly silent and stared at him.

Raising his lips and frowning trying to remember, "I think there is a deh, sir. You call a girl's name," said I who began to remember but not too.

"Oh, huh? What's name?" tanyanya stared at me with a flat face.

I flinch, trying to remember what happened a few months ago, "Clarisa! Yes, that is sir!" I cried because I felt proud of myself who was able to remember the name of the woman called Mr. Malik.

"She is my girlfriend" answered Mr. Malik briefly who made me round my eyes.

"Well, isn't it Mis Vilo? What a crocodile, bye!" poke by knitting eyebrows.

"Me and Vilo are nothing, he likes me and is always close to me. As for Clarisa, she is the woman I love."

"Up to now?"

"Yes" said Malik, staring at me, "until now." He looked back at the street.

I just nodded in understanding now, "Mr doesn't feel the same way as Mis Vilo, but can embrace her waist and both in the room. It's so awesome!"

"In fact, I don't feel like you but I want to get married" she said, which made me feel like I was struck by lightning this afternoon.

Right, very right. Mr. Malik doesn't feel like me but we'll get married in a matter of days.

"I want you to not interfere in my affairs even though we are married. Be it a matter of feeling, work and others. You don't have to bother being a perfect wife for me, because you want to try whatever you are in my eyes you will never be perfect to be a wife. Because, the wife I want is not you," explained Mr. Malik and made me nod.

"Okay, I'm the same anyway. My dream husband is not the one like you and about meddling? I have a lot of work to do, so there won't be time for that!" I'm the one who doesn't want to be confused.

I immediately crossed my chest and stared to the side, annoyed to hear his words. He thinks I'm that crazy that I'm gonna meddle in his business, what?

"I did not stop by, send my greetings to your parents," said Mr. Malik when we arrived in front of my house.

I was silent and immediately went down without a word, I closed the car door quite hard and did not forget to take off the ring when going into the house.

When I was holding the doorknob and wanted to enter, suddenly the sound of my phone ringing was heard.

"Yes, what's wrong?" I asked while opening the door and immediately entered without seeing Mr. Malik's car was still there or not.

"Yes, come. I'll be there, take a bath. You just wait."

"okay!"

Tut ...!

The call was decided by him, I immediately put the shoes onto the shelves available inside the house.

"Where has the dress been chosen?" ask Mama who came out of the kitchen.

"Already, Ma. Abibah wants to go to the room, yes," said my saying without returning Mama's smile. I don't want to see happiness, because I'm not happy.

Silki just stared at Abibah's back that went into his room, there was actually guilt.

However, this was definitely the best for his son. Abibah just hasn't gotten used to it, that's what's on his mind.

At four o'clock in the afternoon, I was ready to go to the cafe. Choose to go to the kitchen first.

Bring supplies for me and Aulia will be there, there is no Mama. I'm not looking, let's go where Mama's going.

Back out by driving my car carrying a bag filled with food.

In the cafe parking lot has been seen a familiar car, I got out of the car carrying a bag and sure enough.

"Eh, Abil's sister. Been here long?" my question when I found the whereabouts of Kak Abil yany sitting on the bench in front of the cashier.

"No, new, really. Just want to say this, it was in the way of selling bracelet that looks beautiful if it is made in your hands," said Abil Brother while handing the white bracelet to me.

"Maa Shaa Allah, very beautiful. Thanks, yes, sister," I turned my gaze from staring at the bracelet to Abil's sister.

He smiled and nodded, coming down from his stool with a pat on his hand, "Then I go home, yes. It was late afternoon, " said Abil.

"Be careful, Brother."

He smiled and stepped outside, I stared at his back and walked out of the cafe. Turning towards Aulia who was already smiling indistinctly.

"Uhuk! Cie-cie, who got a gift from a fan," teased Aulia to me who made me instantly flatten my face.

"Opaan, the hell you are! Fans, he's not a customer!" my ketus walked towards him.

Put the bag face, put on an apron, "Pasangin, dong!" I handed the bracelet to Aulia.

"Cielah, put on immediately! Someone is going to sell out this year!" aulia's tease took the bracelet and put it on my left arm.

"This is called appreciating, kali!" timpalku by staring at the hand that has been completed paired Aulia bracelet given Kak Abil earlier.

"Eh, but, you guys fit in! Brother Abil also seems to have the same feeling you, be careful. Look out ... make people comfortable but can not give feelings for him back," whispered Aulia smiled and passed away.

I fell silent, thinking about what he said. Right, what if it turns out that Abil has feelings for me? While I can't possibly repay her feelings because I'm getting married soon.

I thought to myself, there's no way that he likes me. Good people don't necessarily have feelings, do they?