Aunty's Matchmaker
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I looked at my face from the reflection of the glass in front, my face was finished and my body was wrapped in a white dress first.

Mama held onto my shoulder and looked at me from the glass, there was a sad look in her eyes. Let alone that woman, I also desperately want to cry at this moment.

However, not a happy cry for sure, "In a moment, you will be a wife, dear," she smiled at me.

"Just a year, Ma," I said without the slightest happy smile.

"And Mama hopes, before a year love has grown in your marriage. Mama's out first" said Mama and left the room again leaving me alone.

Whatever happens up ahead, I don't want to know the truth. However, this room has a television that connects the show in front.

So, I automatically know what's going on up ahead. Where Mr. Malik is already sitting with a penghulu in front of him.

"Well, we will just start the event" said Pak Penghulu looking around the table that has Papa and Om Dimas there and witnesses two other people.

Papa reached out his hand and was greeted by Mr. Malik with an unhappy looking face.

"I married and I married you ananda Malik Faza Gafi bin Dimas Prasetyo with my son Abibah Eviza with a dowry of 30 million and a set of prayer tools paid in cash!"

"I accept his marriage and the marriage of Abibah Eviza bint Yusuf Ahmad with the dowry, cash!" One time mention without any mistakes that make now my status changed.

Papa and the people in the room cupped their hands to their faces as if grateful for the smoothness that was happening.

While me? I don't know, I feel like I want to get out of this room and get out of a wedding I don't want.

The door opened again, Mama came with her eyes open. He must be happy because I'm married, I already know that.

"Darling, let's go ahead!" take my mom and help me stand up. No one I knew was an invited guest.

All are only business partners Mama, Papa, Aunt and also Om and some good relatives from my family also Mr. Malik.

"Maa Shaa Allah is her bride, very beautiful. Uh, this isn't forced, is it? How come there's no smile, anyway?" chirp Mr. Penghulu with a smile towards us looking at everyone who is still at the table.

"Maklum sir, it's new" cut Mama who was still behind me.

"Smile you two" whispered Mama in our midst. I glanced to the side and it seemed that Mama was no longer there which resulted in my view meeting with Mr. Malik.

I finally smiled by signing the paper given also a wedding book, the photo session was finally about to begin.

Me and Mr. Malik walked hand in hand with my hand held in his arm.

"Don't look for a chance!" grumbled Mr. Malik when we were about to arrive at the bridal bench. If you say people mah throne temporarily.

Aelah, no one's like that! It's only in the marriage that we dreamed of, not the one that we're forced to do now.

"Oh, I'm really looking for the same opportunity, Father! Gosah kepedean, deh!" ketusku by still making hands on his arms.

Finally, we arrived. I snorted a little annoyedly at this dangling dress.

"Why is it so long?" asked Mr. Malik staring at my long dress.

I opened a little dress to look what I'm wearing, "Ha? You got flip-flops on?"

"Yes, said Father, wear what makes me comfortable. Well, I'm comfortable wearing this. I can run too."

"Where to go?"

"Run from this horrible reality!" sit up and take my eyes off.

I don't want to be long, very bored of course later.

"Sut-sut!" call me with a little code to the WO.

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" ask one of the WOs who wears glasses.

"Mom, I'm going to get you some food. Just wash his mouth too, yes, I haven't eaten since last night. Can faint me later!" I whispered and was immediately given a nod by the WO.

He stepped back towards the food dish, I smiled happily because he obeyed what I wanted.

Oh, yes, who was waiting or there was a scene in the forehead. There is, but don't think that Mr. Malik will kiss my forehead for long.

Only her lips were cornered and touched my forehead a little and she pulled back. While waiting for the WO earlier, I played my leg by swinging it.

Kulirik towards Mr. Malik, he looked bored with the activities now. Me and her are a bit far apart sitting, unlike other brides of course dong.

"Sir, bosen' right?" I just stared at him.

"Hmm," dehemnya in response and glanced at me lazily.

"Sir, after this I can study abroad, right?" I asked him what would happen after this.

"No, because I work a lot here."

I was silent, but before long I returned and slightly approached Mr. Malik, "Father want to know something? So, a week or rather a few days ago. Mama and I made a deal!" I screamed with excitement.

"Deal? What deal?" asked Malik to raise his eyebrows. Well, kepo also turned out to be this.

"Our marriage will be given a period of time for one year, later if for one year in our marriage there are no seeds of love that will certainly not exist. Mama's gonna take care of our divorce!" I looked up with excitement and looked at him.

Mr. Malik raised his face even more, I immediately frowned and stared fixedly at him, "Mother why not be happy?" my question made him look at me.

"Huh? N-no, I'm happy. Who said I wasn't happy?" shake Mr. Malik with a face made as calm as possible.

The event took place again, now the process of me and Mr. Malik begging or whatever the name is at the feet of our parents alternately.

Auntie Dwi hugged my body, "Please promise Auntie not to give up easily in your marriage" Aunty Dwi said with a sad look at me with a released hug.

I looked directly at Mr. Malik who was beside me because he was waiting for his turn.

"Abibah can't promise, Auntie," I looked down.

"Hmm .. It's okay, now call me Mama. Not aunty anymore" said Mama Dwi raising my chin to look at him.

I nodded and changed positions now so in front of Om Dimas or now he also wants me to call Papa?

Finish sungkeman, well, yes, his name is sungkeman. I just heard it after the MC said, "After the hunchback, we go to the next show."

The two of us were still standing, not with our hands together or our waists embraced.

He said, next is the process of throwing bridal flowers. I didn't know there was such a process.

However, just follow the event for the sake of this event to quickly finish. The glasses guy had already finished eating.

He stood with his hands full of plates next to the cameraman, "Is this the flower for a long time? People are hungry too!" I complained by rubbing a flat stomach wrapped in a dress.