Aunty's Matchmaker
Confiscated

I came out of hiding when Mis Vilo had decided to go home, I wiped the chest a sign of relief.

"Sir, turn on my phone!" I asked with one hand.

"No! Finish your thesis first, for a week your phone will be confiscated!" asserted Mr. Malik as good as his speech.

"Oh, can't do that sir. That's my phone. Don't forget the same agreement you made yourself!" my protest with a slight smile reminded me of the agreement he made himself in the car at that time.

"Fuck that deal!" Mr. Malik passed from before me towards the sofa, I screeched and put my hands to the waist.

Stare at Mr. Malik in disbelief, "Come on, sir! What should I do if I don't have a cell phone? There is no television here!" my light walked closer towards Mr. Malik.

"Tomorrow I'll buy it!" Without looking, he said as well as he did.

I stared intently at his face from the side, eager to tear this pretty handsome face of his.

"Rather than you seeing me, Mending began to work on your thesis!" reprimand Mr. Malik who makes me surprised.

With a sense of annoyance, I returned to the room. Rise with annoyance to him, "Mending to sleep, ogah very ready thesis! Besides, who can tell me?" I nodded and closed the door hard. Purposely!

Malik just stared at the door that was deliberately slammed, he pinched the base of his nose withstanding the irritation in the face of Abibah's behavior.

He looked at the phone in his hand, "What is it, anyway? Can't call once?" malik saw the name of Abil mentioned earlier calling Abibah.

"Yes, God. Very bosen, my gosh!" pekik Abibah was in the room with a roll on the bed.

"Eh, mending drakoran!" thought Abibah immediately got out of bed and slightly justified his already messy veil.

He opened the door slowly and stared at Mr. Malik who was not looking at him at all.

"Sir!" call me who's back next to Mr. Malik.

It's like, if I take a thousand years he will never care and want to persuade anyway.

So, yeah, no papa. It's not as expensive as him, rather than join in the room, is it?

"Hmm," here. Buset, gini very same marriage people who do not love us. How pathetic!

"Sir, I want to ask for my phone dong. I don't know what to say, I haven't drowned this, either" please with my face fixed with a glass.

"I was at home never confiscated - confiscated my belongings with Mama and Papa, tuh," he said, looking at the table that was still empty like my heart and the heart of Mr. Malik.

"Continue?" asked Malik staring at me and stopped his activities.

"Yes, don't make me uncomfortable here dong!"

"Are you at home comfortable with all the freedom your parents gave you?"

"Get safe! Peace no rules are made!" I was firm and smiling at him.

"You're comfortable, but lonely, right? Until you got you to sleep in a cafe for a month?"

I was silent, shocked that Mr. Malik knew about it. It's been a long time, but somehow he knows about it.

I looked down, tired of it also turned out if I had to argue constantly with Mr. Malik. Mana, he brought the past again.

"1 hour!" he said it made me look up at him.

"1 hour on my laptop and tomorrow you have to focus on doing thesis! I don't want to know, you have to graduate with your other friends!" firmly Mr. Malik and make my lips forward some inc.

"Why? Don't want to?" continued Mr. Malik quickly I shrug my head. Very wishy-washy, just given permission now even not loved!

The laptop slightly shifted in front of me but stayed on the desk, going into one red app that had videos.

"Jeez, it's not about college, it's the Korean drama you saw!" pak Malik's lips rubbed his face rough.

"Yes, no papa dong sir. Today refreshing first, tomorrow just wrestle with the same mind matter for the thesis!" chirped me with a grin.

I leaned back onto the sofa and took the jar containing food, I embraced the small pillow and glanced at Mr. Malik.

He also turned out to see what was shown on his laptop, but not too serious as me.

"Sweet for sure if you have such a kayak partner, the frequency!" I said an indistinct smile while listening to the movie.

"Yes ...! When did you have a husband, anyway? Really want!"

"Beuh .. only in drakor ygy."

"You want to be an affair."

"Huhahah."

"Can you just shut up, anyway?" mister Malik growled because I was blabbering indistinctly from earlier. I looked straight at him.

"When you watch horror sir? Must everything shut up?"

"People can just watch, you're making a fuss!"

"People can be quiet if there is a fuss watching, you really protest once!" I'm not willing to lose to him.

I rolled these eyes and refocused on the laptop, half an hour had passed. Somehow, drowsiness attacked my eyes.

I put the jar back on the table and swept his hands so that there was no leftover spice snack.

My eyes are getting heavier, even though the desire to see the last episode until it runs out is my desire.

Later, dark. Nothing else looks like anything. Malik glanced at his laptop, which still had a few tens of minutes left.

He propped his head up and looked the other way patiently, inevitably that was all that could be done.

Not long ago, there was an object that hit his shoulder and made Malik shocked not to play, "Well, Abibah!" call Malik pat Abibah on the cheek slowly.

A soft snoring sound came out from Abibah's slightly open lips, Malik sighed. He stopped the video on his laptop.

Holding Abibah into his room, Malik did so after calling and patting Abibah's cheek slowly unable to keep the woman awake.

After putting Abibah in his bed, Malik pulled a blanket over Abibah's body to the woman's stomach.

Staring briefly at Malik to Abibah's calm face, "You are stubborn, but still willing to obey with my words as well," Malik said unconsciously displaying a smile.

He realized what he had just said, "Malik-malik, you why do you believe this? Gak-ga!" Malik rubbed his face and immediately left Abibah's room to return to work.

There are various jobs that he must complete, correct and give value to existing students/i.

"Hello, what's wrong Ma?" malik asked when the call came from his mother.

"Tomorrow don't forget, yes!"

"Yes, Ma."

"Jude, rest you. Do not stay up mulu same Abibah," taunted Dwi from sebrang with piety.

"Hmm," dehem Malik lazily turned off the call first.