Aunty's Matchmaker
Afraid of Being Tempted

I'm still in crab mode and before Mr. Malik, from earlier I was just behind him who was pushing an empty trolley.

Bruk ...!

My body collided with his body which suddenly stopped in front of me, I rubbed my forehead which was like a ball field slowly.

"Don't you, what's wrong sir? Pain, tau!" I sat up and switched in front of him.

"Don't be in the back, you'll be kidnapped I don't know. So, get ahead and grab the groceries for the next week as well as the necessities you need!" say it with a face like a boss, not a husband!

"What do you want to cook?" tanyaku with a lazy face looking at the vegetables on display neatly and hygienically of course.

"Anything, it's up to you."

"Ck! Like a girl, the answer is up to you!" grunt me and start walking in the tomato-tomatan area.

Kubeli; cabbage, carrots, chickpeas, kale, spinach, tempeh, chicken, fish and also corn. Not to forget the supporting ingredients such as chili and his friends also micin of course so that it tastes better.

I walked towards the soap-soap shelf, there was a sense of happiness in itself. Turns out, it was fun too, yes, shopping like this for family needs.

I take; shampoo, bath soap, dish soap, fragrance also mop soap.

"Where else are you going?" ask Mr. Malik who seems to be getting tired.

"Mr want me to make a fruit salad? Fruit is still some in the fridge," I bargained and got a nod from him.

We went straight to the next shelf, after we finished buying and paying for two hours.

We got in the car with me eating ice cream in the car, Mr. Malik didn't want it when I offered it.

"Why is the television so big that you bought it?" ask me while licking this chocolate flavored ice cream.

Yes, we bought a television as well as other home decorations. Of course, it was all my choice without any interference, Mr. Malik.

"Let's fit in it!"

"Well, where can I get into it. Mr. if you want to mending mending study again, yes, the face of the cake kenebo dry sok ngejokes. There are not people laughing even nimpuk Father!" hinaku and looked towards the side of the road.

"Is what I heard earlier an insult?"

"Gee!" timpalku and laugh when it turns out Mr. Malik realized with my words earlier in the form of insults for him.

We got to the front of this tall building, "Udah, I'm the one who brought it. You go in, "cut Mr. Malik when I intend to bring a bag of groceries.

I nodded and rang from his phone, not wanting to know who it was. I put my feet down to walk to the apartment.

Kupel house, twice a day while sweeping and wiping is sometimes done by Mr. Malik.

Not too difficult turns out to be a wife, uh, do not tell Mak-mak in the village can-can I be attacked with the phrase, "Yes, his name is also newly married. That's ordinary! Not rasain; gas, rice, electricity, children's snacks run out simultaneously anyway!"

Choose into the room first, to clean the body and also wash the hair because of the sultry.

After that, I let this half-dry hair break down and come out of the room to see if Mr. Malik has come or not.

Chequelek

The sound of the room door opening, Mr. Malik immediately stared with eyes glaring at me, "Why don't you wear your veil!" scold him and stand up to me.

"Why indeed? Kan, there's no one here sir," I said staring around us.

Is he tempted by me? In fact, I still wear clothes with long hands as well as trousers.

"The television guy's coming!"

"Ck! They said tomorrow they'd take sir, the handyman who put him on leave today. The feeling, the owner of the shop was talking to you!" I smiled and walked into the kitchen.

A sigh rang out from his lips, not really what I was thinking. He was tempted by this rabbit? Uh!

Go into the kitchen and put everything that was purchased in place, "Sir, take a shower sono!" I shouted from the kitchen.

"Hm," she heard from the living room.

"Splash Sir! Ashar again!"

"Yes!"

Kukupas all fruits want to make a salad, so there is a sensation of cold later so better salad first that I made to have time to put in the refrigerator later.

***

"Sir, I took the car from Mama and Papa, yes," persuaded me with a frown towards Mr. Malik who was again just busy to his laptop.

"Why?" asked Malik towards me then suddenly he was surprised. I laughed with that shocked face.

"Mother why, anyway? It's easy to be surprised by me not wearing a veil!" I said, continuing to laugh.

He went into the room, not knowing what he was going to take from the room. Paired Mr. Malik my veil that instant sport yesterday.

My black mane is not too long, just a boat so covered even though using the short veil.

"Hahaha, why is it closed, sir?" ask me to fix the veil that I think tilts like Mr. Malik's brain, uh!

"Remember, you're still a kid. Don't behave like an adult!"

"Well, hahahha. What am I, sir? Was I dressed as Mis Vilo? Pake the tight-fitting clothes for mercy not to mention the heals!" I was clearly looking towards Mr. Malik.

She kept quiet and scooped the salad into her mouth, focusing back on the laptop which turned out to be more seductive than this rabbit. Haha.

Being constantly forced, I am now also focusing on preparing my thesis. I forgot about our topic.

The ringing sound of Mr. Malik's cellphone echoed, he switched to staring at the cellphone with me who glanced in the same direction.

'Mama' name embedded and want to make a video call, with lazy Mr. Malik pressing the button and the video call happened.

"Hay, you. What again?" ask my father-in-law from the ground.

"For duty, Ma," replied Mr. Malik while I smiled.

"Who's in the apartment?"

"Huh? Meaning, Ma?"

"Yes, that. Why would Abibah wear a veil inside the apartment if you were the two of you inside?" Mr. Malik immediately looked at me for a glance while I smiled while closing my mouth.

"Emm .. That, Ma. There was a tiger who came in here to eat a rabbit. So the owner came here. For fear of a similar incident happening again, Abibah finally wears her veil," I obviously held back a smile.

Mama looks confused, while Mr. Malik displays his upset face. She must have understood what I meant earlier.

"Huh? What do you mean, anyway? Mama doesn't understand" said Mama, scratching her head which may suddenly itch after hearing my words.

"Udah, Mom. Do not understand, it is not clear this Abibah," said Mr. Malik glanced cynically at me.