Aunty's Matchmaker
Eat Together

When Mama and I were cooking for lunch, the sound of the door banging was so loud that Mama and I looked at each other.

"Who, anyway? Not very impatient!" knock me over and put down the knife I was holding to open the door.

"Udah, let Mama go," cut Mama and walk outside first.

I just looked at Mama's back and decided to go back to work that had been delayed.

The door was opened by Silki, "Yes, just a second!" shilki shouted and opened the door.

"Malik, what's wrong with you?" silki asked when he found out that the one in front of him was now his own daughter-in-law.

"Abibah is here Ma? Malik's cell phone can't be he's not in the apartment either!" malik said with an anxious look.

"She's inside. Oh, my goodness, you got that big. Mama has told me the same to tell you first if you want to come here just he said embarrassed," explained Silki smiled warmly to her daughter-in-law, "yuk, come in!"

Malik nodded and went inside, "He's in the kitchen, cooking. You just go there, Mama wants to go to the front garden. Grinding the flowers of Mama."

Silki finally decided to go out to make room for Malik and Abibah to talk together.

"Ma, who?" I turned my back to Mama who stepped closer to me.

"Ma?" I asked who thought it was Mama. I turned my body and reflexed round my eyes for a moment when I saw who was in the kitchen doorway.

"Why truant?" asked Mr. Malik who made me want to fly or hide from him.

"Mmm .. that, sir," my nervous confused looking for what reason this time while scratching his nape.

"What reason would you say this time?" asked Mr. Malik in a firm voice. Seriously, he's so creepy!

I clenched my hands and occasionally squeezed them while staring at the floor, "If the person talking looks into his eyes! Not looking at the floor!" snapped Mr. Malik who made me shocked until my shoulder raised itself.

I stared at him with a face of disbelief that he could do such a thing to me.

"What a care Father! Doesn't the Father say you can't interfere in business? Don't interfere in my affairs! My problem was truant, not in my Dad's class, really! Anyway, this is my first time skipping! Don't take care of my life!" I was stern with a high voice. Immediately turned off the stove and passed from the kitchen just past his body.

This is the first time I raise my voice to someone I know, I'm not used to being yelled at and he just snapped at me.

No matter, whether Mama heard or not my voice earlier that I must have been hurt by the sound of the snapping.

I slammed the room door hard, splashing the body with a pillow made to cover the face.

I was crying, I don't know. Maybe I was too cute. But, wouldn't all women get hurt when yelled at?

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

"Give me permission to enter!" obviously from the outside.

I just kept quiet by easing the sound of crying, I think on the edge of my bed a little slumped down due to his body weight.

A breath came out of his lips, "Sorry. I'm sorry if I yelled at you, I'm worried. Why did your phone die and not tell me you were going home? If anything happened on the way with you? Who will be blamed by Mama and Papa? Of course I am!"

I guess he was worried because he was afraid of losing me. Apparently, for fear of being blamed by my parents and only his parents.

I quietly did not answer and wanted to stick his words, I glanced at him who was sitting.

Apparently, she was also looking at me, "You're crying? Am I being too rude to you?" asked Mr. Malik after we looked at each other for a few seconds.

I wiped the tears and chose to sit down, "Handphone's dead, so I can't fret. I was sick and skipped class" I said with a whim that did not disappear.

Haih, his cry broke off as well as a bit of a hunch has come. So sucks!

"What pain do you have? Isn't that okay?" ask Mr. Malik who I immediately looked at his face.

"Where do you know if I'm okay?"

"But you can smile at the man this morning as if so happy" he said, returning to a flat face.

I nodded, staring at the bed. He finally got up and was about to leave me, was he really jealous?

"Eh, are you guys from the room?" asked Mama who had no coincidence where to get into the house. He opened his eyes, what was on his mind now? Hadeh ....

"Yes, Ma. Abibah out of love evidence about Abibah's dead mobile phone, Mas Malik because he did not believe," I explained quickly so that Mr. Malik did not tell if I was crying.

He looked at me, what was that look? Is it because I called 'Mas?' he's geer straight away? Beuh .. just because there's Mama I call you that, sir!

I rolled my eyes out from before him, "Oh .. Is the cooking done?" asked Mama reminded me of my activities that finally stopped because Mr. Malik was.

"Eh, not yet Ma. Hold on again, really. Come to the kitchen first, yes," cut me up quickly and flattered from before the two of them.

Once I looked at the two of them, they seemed to be talking whether I was talking about anything I did not want to know.

Back wrestling with the ingredients, I want to make vegetable lodeh and fried eggs lombok green.

One by one the food was done with me who was alone in the kitchen, whether they were so comfortable talking

I said at the dinner table, Mama Papa will come home for lunch and will likely not return to the office today.

Especially if he knew that Mr. Malik existed, he would definitely not return to the office.

Back to the kitchen to put the cooking utensils into the sink, finished eating later I will wash it along with the plate and also the glass.

"Ma .. Come on, eat!" ask me to walk towards the sofa and make Papa's laughter stop.

"Huh, has Pa come home?" ask me and kiss the back of the hand of the man who loved me first.

"Yes, I'm afraid there's Malik here. So, choose faster just go home," said Papa smiled and looked at Mr. Malik who smiled knot.

"Sorry Malik, Pa. Because Malik Papa has to go home quickly," said Mr. Malik who was a little unwell.

"Eh, no papa. No need to apologize, we have lunch! Papa is hungry," asked Papa and immediately embraced by Mama with a smile while staring at me as well Mr. Malik changeaan.

"Wih ... Who cooks, right?" ask Papa by dropping his weight on this wooden chair.

"Abibah dong Pa," said Mama proudly.

"Where, Lik? What kind of food is Abibah? He's a cook, you know. It must be Rasain, right?" tanya Papa looked at Mr. Malik who was next to me.