Aunty's Matchmaker
Receding

"Pa, Abibah wants to take the car to the apartment, yes," I asked on the sidelines chewing my own food.

"Well, why? Don't you have a Malik now who can ask you to take him and pick him up?" tanya Papa looked towards Mr. Malik.

"Mas Malik also has busy Pa, so he has to take and pick up Abibah mulu. Anyway, our class schedule is also different."

"But this is too soon for you to use each car, after a month Papa will give your car back. Now, do it together with your husband in the car!" firm Papa with a serious face.

If this is the case, it cannot be challenged by his decision. I can only give up and be patient.

"When, I don't feel at all westernized if you bother with dropping off and picking up campus. Well, we're also a house, right?" timpal Mr. Malik finally opened his voice.

"Well, yeah, right! Time, the husband objected to dropping off and picking up his own wife" Papa added, confirming Mr. Malik's remarks.

I can only be upset, if this is how else I can persuade Papa to give the car keys.

"You're rapping in here?" papa asked when we had finished eating and I started collecting dirty dishes.

"Sorry, Pa. Maybe next time, because Malik there are other activities on campus and this will also return to campus again" explained Mr. Malik with a smile.

"Well, is your assignment on campus not done yet? How come you're here?" tanya Papa looked confused. Mr. Malik looked at me while I pretended not to see his gaze by going to the sink to wash the dishes immediately.

"Tuh, our son. She had come here without her husband coming first, so her husband was worried and came straight here!" mama's insinuations are probably now looking at me in annoyance.

"Batre hp Abibah out Pa, so forget to tell!" cut me in self-defense.

"Other than not, know that there are more worried now than your parents. That is, my husband!"

I just kept quiet and answered nothing, finished praying together only the three of them. At exactly 1 pm, we decided to go home while Papa did not return to work.

There was only silence towards the apartment, I didn't want to open my voice first, prestige!

"Are you angry that I told you that the guy wouldn't come back to college to make you skip this?" mr. Malik asked to break the silence in the car.

"Why do you think that?"

"Yes, because we're done talking in the room. You're leaving right away, aren't you?"

I was silent, there was no way I would stay away from Abil because he had feelings for me.

"Why? You likey?" asked Malik in a soft voice. I stared straight at him, silent without saying a word.

"I know, he has feelings for you. I'm not going to ban it, whatever it is you want to have a relationship. I won't interfere" explained Mr. Malik, who made my heart ache.

"How can a husband allow his wife to get in touch with men out there? Watch, Sir! You can enter into husband dayyuts and not smell heaven!" I immediately turned my eyes.

"I'll be home in the afternoon, no need to cook for me!" he said before I got out of the car.

I just nodded and directly opened the car without intending to stare at him for a moment.

The apartment card was given to me by Mr. Malik before I went down, I opened the apartment door and closed it again.

"Assalamualaikum," my regards lazily. The house that was supposed to be the most pleasant place now even looks dark to me.

"He spent what he didn't, huh, his rice?" ask me to poke at yourself and go straight back to see directly.

However, there was nothing at all except her box wrap last night. I smile happily, eh, how happy? Isn't that just the food she spent?

Breaking down the body and opening a cell phone that is full battery, even though only one year of marriage.

I still often see lectures about the household, I keep learning and practicing it from small things.

Unknowingly, drowsiness attacked and made me sleep with a cellphone that still plays pre-wedding study videos.

***

"Sir Malik, I ride with Mr. Dong!" vilo shouted occasionally running to chase after Malik who had walked ahead of him.

"Sorry, Mis. I have business, we can't be together. Take a taxi, excuse me!" pamit Malik and get in his car.

"Well, why the hell is he! Always reject me! Where recently never went to the club again, what the hell is it?" gerutu Vilo angrily stared at Malik's car that had been away.

Malik arrived at the apartment, "Assalamualaikum," greeted Malik and opened the door to circulate the view looking for the figure of his wife and student.

"So, for all of us. Never make marriage an experiment! No, no sacred bond can be toyed with! If you are not ready, don't try! Don't marry! When you are ready, just married! This is later, not ready! Tried and made as if the marriage was just a toy! Not very funny!" The voice of the woman echoed.

Malik walked in search of the voice, opening the door to Abibah's unlocked room. The woman looks back at the door and stares at the screen of a living flat object and displays a woman speaking.

Slowly, Malik walked over to look towards Abibah. He looked at the woman's calm face, "Well, even sleeping? How do you understand what the Ustadzah says?" malik muttered with a smile as he shook his head looking at Abibah.

Malik was silent for a while and looked out of the window, then chose to move from room to room.

Slowly, Abibah's eyes began to blink and stretch the muscles of his body. He looked ahead where the phone was still on and lecturing.

He rounded his eyes when he saw the clock on the phone, "Yes, my God! What time is it!" screeched Abibah and immediately got up running into the kitchen.

"Why what?" ask Malik who is on the sofa.

"Eh, are you home?"

"Well, what do you want?"

"You want to cook, if you don't want to eat my food. I want to cook for me and Aulia, today I want to go to the cafe deh," Abibah said while looking at Malik.

"Can't the cafe close for a week? Tomorrow we will send Mama and Papa to the airport" Malik reminded Abibah.

"Oh, yes!" abibah said patting his eel, "just remember that Mama and Papa are going abroad."

"Don't think too much about people who don't necessarily think about you," Malik replied staring back at his laptop.

"Ck! Who thinks of anyone, just someone who thinks of me!" ketusku and passed want to go to the kitchen.

"Don't forget, close the cafe for a week!" malik's yelling stopped Abibah into the kitchen.

"Why do I have to close, anyway?" I asked with an unhappy face.

"Do you want a week or forever? Shouldn't a wife obey what her husband says? That's what the guy on your phone said, " Malik raised an eyebrow.

'Ha? Mr Malik, do I look at the study of marriage? Then, he just went into dong's room?' my mind with widened eyes heard his words just now.