Aunty's Matchmaker
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I saw Mr. Malik's face that looked flabbergasted because of my question just now, I just smiled looking at him.

"Remember! This is the campus area, not just anyone can come!" he said after he finished rolling his face back.

"Well, what's the rule from sir? You can, really, if there's an interest," I said raise an eyebrow not to lose to him.

"What is his interest here?"

"You see me, he thinks I'm sick or why-why because yesterday did not come to the cafe."

"So, does he come to the cafe every day?"

"Not really, just now. He just moved here because."

"Well .. You already know so much about him apparently, huh?"

"Well, what's your business? Remember, you can't interfere with each other's lives! So, you have no right to interfere in my affairs with Abil!" I turned around and walked outside.

"Oh, so his name is Abil? And you call him 'Sister?' he's more pantes called 'om'"

"Not to say, Father!" I said to turn around the body that was trying to get out, "Om darling. Uhhh .. nowadays his young son also calls his girlfriend or special person with the name 'om' I call him 'om' aja deh. Thanks for the advice, sir!" I got out before I got a tantrum from him.

Seeing her jealous is fun, but still not that fun. I was made by his strange thoughts.

"Where do you know if Abil came here? Is it fitting that Abil's brother goes he comes, huh? Huh, I have to be careful. Or ... better keep the same distance Abil," I muttered walking with a steady step towards the park.

Arriving at the park, I saw Aulia who was smiling indistinctly with a flat object in her ear.

"Ehem!" I want my existence to be known.

"Eh, have you come?" the question is to keep the phone away from the ear and immediately turn it off.

I nodded and looked ahead lethargicly, "Lu why?" aulia asked looking at my face.

"According to you, Abil's sister there is a feeling or not, the same I? I was afraid that he would like me" I said and unconsciously stared at the hand of the bracelet from Abil.

"Kok scared? Why anyway? Lu's a jomlo," said Aulia knitting an eyebrow. Kulirik towards him at a glance then gazed towards the bracelet back.

"Yes, I'm the same brother Abil is not suitable. After all, I already like someone and not Abil's brother," I stood up from the bench with a huff.

Helaan breathed out from Aulia's lips, she also stood up and held my shoulder, "Yes, Abil's sister is like you," explained Aulia and I immediately looked at her.

"Yesterday, he was even very worried about you. Earlier this morning, he came from 7 o'clock to campus just for your nyariin. Anyway, why the hell? You don't give him a chance?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling that something was hurt inside me, "Gue can't!" I stared straight ahead.

"Why?" aulia asked, frowning her brows.

"Gue doesn't love her! You can't force me to accept him so that I love him, love isn't that easy to force!"

I passed, before my tears were seen by Aulia. Walk towards the campus toilet by rubbing the tip of the eye with the thumb.

Brak ...!

I closed the toilet door violently, someone was injured inside this body. Lying to yourself again and again.

Is that all you can do to be an adult? A life full of lies.

"Hiks ... hiks .. why, anyway? Why did Mom and Dad get me into a life I didn't want? What's wrong, anyway!" I cried with tears that flooded my face.

My body slumped to the floor, hugged my knees and buried this face, "I hate my life!" I looked at it with a lot of fun.

I opened the phone and went straight to the special green application to shuttle and pick up passengers, forced I had to skip two classes.

Let me first calm myself, after getting the car that will take me home later.

I washed this puffy face so that it did not look clear after crying, braced myself again and opened the door.

I circulated my views first, not wanting to be caught with Aulia especially Mr. Malik later.

Running fast and occasionally clumping on the bodies of the walkers in the corridor, "Huh, it can finally come out as well! Where else is this gojeknya!" grumbled while looking back. Afraid that suddenly there was a Mr. Malik look.

Before long I was standing at the gate of the campus, the car came with me as soon as I entered, "Sir, a piece of road!" tell me in a somewhat frightened voice.

"Why is that freaking out, Dek? The class isn't quite right yet, is it?" asked the driver when I had straightened my body because I had bowed so that it was not visible.

"No, sir, there are two more classes. But I am lazy to go home. It's not healthy either" I said a little lie. It's okay, isn't it?

"Oh, fine. This is going to fit the location, right?"

"Yes, sir."

I didn't go back to the apartment because I didn't have the card and I decided to go back to Mama's house and get my car at home.

"Now, Sir. Thanks, yes," I said while giving the fare.

"Together, Deck."

I turned my feet to the house where there was only my car, Papa must have gone to work again.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

"Assynnya!" greetings while looking around the park. Just one day away from home, I miss this house so much.

"Waalaikumsalam," replied someone from inside as he opened the door.

"Well, what are you doing here? Not college?" mama asked with a look of surprise, Mama was looking for someone behind me. I finally looked back.

"Who's mama?"

"Where's malik?"

"On campus."

"Well, who are you here with?" ask Mama with a tone up an octave.

I scratched the nape that didn't itch, "God doesn't feel good, Ma, so go home. The apartment card was brought by Mr. Malik. So Abibah just came here. It wasn't good to ask for the card on campus," I said with a cry.

Mama looked at me as if she couldn't believe what I just said, "You didn't lie, did you?"

"No, Ma!" I quickly replied while shaking my head.

"Jude, comein!"

"Ma, Abibah, you guys want to bring a car, yeah. Let's make it easy later to go home from campus," I explained while closing the door.

"Indeed, Malik's car is narrow? Your car must be taken too?"

"Kan, Abibah with Mr. Malik different class schedule Ma. Masa, Abibah had to wait for Mr. Malik to go to campus, anyway? Maybe it's too late Abibah!" light up with a frown.

Mama stopped and looked at me, "Stop call him Father, call what cake. Mas, Brother, honey or something? It's like he's so old!" ketus Mama and walk back to the kitchen.

I walked back to the floor, "He's old, anyway" I murmured.