Aunty's Matchmaker
Quick Fill

"So, Mr Yanto already know if you are married?" ask me in the car. We are now heading to the airport.

Taking my in-laws to go abroad for business, Pak Yanto reportedly fell off the bike after teaching yesterday.

The distance between the campus and the house is very far. Why didn't he just buy a car? His salary must be enough especially he said his son also had become a lecturer earlier.

"Yes." Yeah."

"Pak Yanto's son is beautiful, sir?" His face finally looked at me.

"Why?"

"Why don't you want to be with his son? Kan, it's good to get good in-laws like Pak Yanto. Where was he feeling disappointed again his tone was right to say congratulations to us."

"I do not like the son of Mr. Yanto, want as beautiful as anything if I do not like. What's it gonna make?"

I was silent, right, "Eh, but love can grow with time!" my chirps feel like something's stuck.

"Including with this relationship? Are you starting to like me?"

I lift this lip ilfil heard Mr. Malik's sentence earlier, "We are different in context. There will never be love!" sit up and take my eyes off.

About fifteen minutes, we finally arrived at the airport at three in the afternoon. Yeah, it's normal for schoolchildren to come home. So, yeah, it's bound to crash.

"Where are you from, anyway? Called on no one! You don't love Mama anymore, do you?" mama's nagging when we were in front of her.

"It's not like that, Ma. Malik and Abibah had to meet with Mr. Yanto first. He was again hit by a disaster," explained Mr. Malik with his usual kayak face.

"Huh, just for a reason! Tomorrow can also be seen, it does not have to be today!" mama's grumbling grumble that still grumbles does not accept the reason Mr. Malik.

Mr. Malik just took a rough breath and I only displayed a five-finger smile because I was confused about what to do.

There's also my Mama, Papa where? Must be busy with the papers on his desk.

Mama Dwi approached me making me a little confused about what to do and what to do.

"Fast fill this with Baby, yes, hopefully Mama and Papa come back here again there is good news!" mama rubbed my queen's stomach.

I immediately rounded my eyes and stared quickly at Mr. Malik, it was strange to be treated like this.

Mama smilingly looked towards me and released her hand from my stomach, I just smiled clumsily returning Mama's smile.

"Amijin!" my mother exclaimed a spirit that stood not far from us.

"Ohuk!" I choked on my own saliva because of Mama's words that suddenly helped to fill my Mama-in-law's words earlier.

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In the car to the apartment, I began to feel bored. Lower the car glass slightly so that air enters this room.

"Afternoon's not good, a lot of pollution!" timpal is someone who is next to me. I immediately closed it back and stared towards the side with my head tilted.

The car arrives in front of the apartment, Malik unbuckles his seatbelt, "Ehem! I'll be there" said Malik, staring at Abibah.

There is no reason, Malik looked at Abibah with a slight bow, "Well, even sleep dong," Malik shook his head.

He took the crackle that contained the fruit earlier, accidentally opened the side door so that it would be easy to bring Abibah.

"It seems that after this, I should ask you to exercise so that your body is not too heavy if I lift!" malik's grunt felt a little exhausted.

Malik neutralized his slightly frenzied heartbeat and stared at the watch stuck on the wall.

Taking a towel and entering the bathroom in the room, the sound of water slightly disturbed the sleep Abibah.

He blinked his eyes and scanned the surroundings, "Udah in the room." I squirmed a little and stretched my body but I was still in bed.

The sound of the bathroom door wanting to open made me hurriedly turn a blind eye again.

It was seen Mr. Malik coming out of the bathroom with a towel that was only on his waist, I quickly closed his eyes.

Astaghfirullah, I saw Mr. Malik's aurora just now. Sins, I think I should pray repent after this.

Uh, but the eyes aren't polite. I looked back at Mr. Malik with slightly peeking eyes.

He was wearing army color shirt and joger long pants ash color, beuh .. damagenya not maen, who used to be? My husband, that is!

His head wanted to turn around looking at me, I quickly closed my eyes pretending to sleep back.

The sound of his footsteps approaching to the bed, the pounding of my heart was not strange and it felt like the throat was instantly dry.

There was a hand that touched my hand that was covered with a robe, "Give, get up! It's late in the afternoon, take a bath there," he said, shaking my hand.

Okay, time for acting to start. I yawned and rubbed my eyes at him who was above me.

"Eh, you're here?" I just stared at him. Water from her wet hair dripped onto my face, "ih! Dry the Father's hair, wet my face!" I pursed my lips and rubbed my face.

"Sorry, you wake up!" tell Mr. Malik and slightly take his face away from me.

When I wanted to get up, suddenly my hand felt slippery and unable to rest on the bed sheet. As a result, I reflexively held on to Mr. Malik's hand.

"Belg ... Sir!" I shouted as our balance was not the same.

Bruk ...!

I blinked my eyes many times, a position that I had not wanted before. There was a sigh in my body that suddenly felt unclear.

Mr. Malik is on top of my body even though his body is not all over this tiny body, eh! I want all of his body, anyway!

"Sir, you're heavy!" screech me and push Mr. Malik's body.

He ended up drifting away and was a little misbehaved, "Don't look for an opportunity in narrowness!" he was straight and passed from the room.

I'm the one who's been sitting staring at the back that disappeared, "So who took the chance!" I nodded and got out of bed.

After feeling refreshed in pajamas and an instant sports veil, I no longer want to exercise. But, it's nothing.

"Well, how come you don't want hair, anyway? It's a cold, you know!" I rebuked when I saw Mr. Malik still with his wet hair but was busy with his laptop.

"Let alone, it will also dry itself," said Mr. Malik without turning his eyes.

I took the plug that reached the table, went back to the room and took the hairdrayer.

"Dead said, 'Darling, you dry my hair dong' is that hard, is it, sir?" chirp me and start drying Mr. Malik's hair.

While the owner of the hair was just silent with what I did, his finger seemed to stop the activity earlier.