Aunty's Matchmaker
Fast!

I'm at a stop now, how do I know there's a stray angkot in this area. Aulia had gone home, picked up by Irpan using the man's motorbike.

The car that had just come out of the campus building stopped in front of me, I knitted my eyebrows and looked towards the front.

"Lake in!" tell the driver to lower the windshield. I millik towards the streets, there is no sign of there will be transportation with forced finally I went with him.

No one opened my voice, I just stayed in the car and didn't want to say anything like a breakup.

This, it hurts so much. Can't be with the people you love and love.

"What's your mobile password?" mr. Malik asked to break the silence in the car. I immediately frowned and stared at him.

"Why indeed?"

"Let's block that guy's number anyway why save a stranger's number, anyway?"

"He's no stranger sir, I know who he is."

"Do you know who Mom and Dad are?"

"I won it, sir, not Buk RT!"

"There is no friendship between a man and a woman."

"Certainly, Father? Is that called tak temen? What, dong? A couple?" ask me with a hard.

He was speechless unable to answer my frustration, even though I was young. I'm the one who's blamed, you son of a bitch!

He immediately pulled out my phone from the shirt he was wearing, "Remove the male number in it that doesn't matter!" tell Mr. Malik to glance at me for a moment just staring back at the streets.

"It's just a week in confiscation, isn't it sir? That means 6 more days, yes," I said, taking the phone from Mr. Malik's hand.

"Hm."

"Remember, Sir. The guy's the bullshit he's holding, watch out for lies!"

"Chickens are often hurt, really held in the talk. It can't be held, strange! Is he an item?"

"Nyenyye," I sneered and started deleting the college friend's number, which the man and Abil's sister didn't forget to block her number.

[Come tonight to apartment ××× road ×××, number ×× kits BBQ-an 7pm, don't be late!] I smiled stifledly after sending the message that ticked two grays.

"What's wrong? I just told you to erase the number, why smile?" chirped Mr. Malik who turned out to know my activities.

"Yeah, this is it!" ketusku and return my phone to him.

"What's the password?"

"One until four."

"You're replacing it?"

"Yes," I said staring at Mr. Malik.

"What was it?"

"Sister Abil dear Abibah!" I lied and smiled mockingly at him.

"Ck! You're so alay!" tease Mr. Malik and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Wildamah! His name is also a leech, can make everyone change including so alay!" I grinned with a smile at the roof of the car.

He just kept quiet and no longer answered me, half an hour had already traveled. I feel bored and weird, "Sir, where are we going anyway?" I grumbled, "how long, there's nothing to eat here!"

Suddenly, the car stopped in front of the fruit shop. I fell silent, I looked at the fruit shop beside me and looked towards Mr. Malik who had gone down.

"But instead of being invited by his wife. Just play live!" gruntutuku who is upset to see the cold attitude plus cute Mr. Malik.

Not far from the fruit man there was a merchant cart, I immediately approached them with a little run.

I read one by one their existing wagon banners, "Well ... I could've run out of the money I made!" I said smile happily.

"Sir, I want the 10k, yes."

"Sir, you want to pay 10k, yeah."

"The poke can be too."

"The colors are soft, aren't they, Buk?" I stared at the mothers of the sponge and donut sellers.

"Soft, Deck."

"Yaudah, make 20k, yes, Buk," I said after Ibuk told me the price of one small cut sponge and the other donut 4k rupiah.

"Mang, the ice is one, yes."

"okay!"

I sat in front of the donut seller because she was a woman herself, so I was not too reluctant.

I saw them making my order, I swallowed the saliva because I felt impatient to taste the snacks.

"Here, Deck!" the batagor seller. I who turned my back to the brick seller immediately got up after hearing his words.

"Awhile, yes--" my words stopped when I saw Mr. Malik who was already beside the bricklayer.

"How much Sir?" asked Mr. Malik to take the plastic given by the batagor seller earlier.

"10rb sir."

Mr. Malik immediately took out his money and paid, he stared at me flat and at the merchant with a faint smile.

"This, Deck. The dough!" said the mother beside me. It happened to pay for what was done by Mr. Malik while I was just silent.

In the car, I was busy chewing on the food I bought earlier, "You Sir?" my bargain shows the batagor I'm eating.

"No, you just eat. Later, you have to fast monday and Thursday so that your body is healthy again."

"Absolutely, am I sick sir? My body is healthy."

"With the street food you're on, you can say it's healthy?"

"Partially, Father, anyway. Masa, the children of people invited to the road are not invited to snack!"

"No, I bought the fruit. You're the one who can't wait!" ketus Mr. Malik and make me stare towards the back.

There are already parcels of fruit and black crackle that seems to be in the crackle is mine, "Who's Pak parcelnya?"

"Make Pak Yanto."

"Well, Mr Yanto is sick?"

"Hm."

I'm straight-laced, "Eh, why bother me sir? Later, if Pak Yanto knows, how?" ask me with a panic note.

We finally arrived at a fairly simple house, Mr. Yanto was known as a lecturer who did not really want to look rich in front of people.

"Down!" tell Mr. Malik while taking the parcel that is behind.

I ended up tailing, by putting in the finished snack wrap. Put it in the trash can in front of Pak Yanto's house.

"Assalamualaikum, Mr. Yanto!" shouted Mr. Malik in front of the tightly closed door.

"People go like you, sir" I chanted with a little tiptoe looking out the window.

"Don't peek at people's houses, no good!" reprimanded Mr. Malik looking at me from the tail of his eyes.

I finally came back firmly standing beside her, staring at such beautiful gardens.

Chequelek

"Waalaikumsalam, uh, there's Nak Malik. Come in and in, my husband is again in the room" said a woman who may be in her 40s or 50s.

Mr. Malik cupped his hands in front of his chest, "Thank you Buk, permission to enter, yes," said Mr. Malik smiling so sweetly.

Beuh .. auto melt nih heart to see her polite attitude, if she is so warm with me too. But, it's impossible for sure.

"Not even dumb? Come, in!" bring Pak Yanto's wife to me who made me realize.