Aunty's Matchmaker
There's a Pain Feeling

Marriage without love on the part, is it all desire? No, maybe no one even wants to be in that position.

Everyone, especially women, certainly want a partner who loves, loves, fights and appreciates his woman.

Although simple life, women will be able to survive in all circumstances as long as the aspect was met.

I don't know, out of nowhere the urge to make Mr. Malik love me showed up. It's just that, as a woman I want to have a household like the people out there.

However, yes, aren't all households the same? Kuhela's rough breathing refrained from staying strong in this household for another few months.

"What's wrong?" asked Mr. Malik who apparently heard my breath.

"No papa sir," answered me, who remained focused on looking ahead with the paper in his lap.

We were on the road to my parents' house, and I had told them before.

"You why, anyway? From this morning it's been moody, are you sick?" asked Mr. Malik by knitting an eyebrow at me.

I shook my head, "Father, sir. I'm used to feeling, huh."

"Huft .. well, if you have anything. Quickly tell me, I cannot know what is in your heart. So, speak up if you don't like anything from me" Malik explained long for the first time.

I smiled faintly and nodded, after which I turned back to throw a glance from her direction. We finally arrived at Mama's house, there was Mama standing on the terrace smiling at us.

"Mama!" I screamed and ran into Mama's arms. Unknowingly, I shed tears. I miss the woman who gave birth to me in this world.

"You're! Like a little boy!" reprimand Mama when the hug has been removed.

"Biarin dong Ma, but Abibah is still a child!" sewotku put his lips forward. Mr. Malik approached us and touched Mama's hand.

"Malik wants to teach?"

"Yes, Ma."

"Jude, be careful, yeah."

Mr. Malik nodded slowly and peeked back at the back of Mama's hand, as he was about to turn the body Mama's voice stopped his steps.

"What's the matter Ma?" asked Mr. Malik staring back at Mama and I just stared with my eyebrows knit, confused.

Mama nudged my arm with her elbow, "Cock's not even in the greeting the hell is your husband's hand?" scold Mama with a suppressed voice.

"Huh?" ask me who does not understand the context of Mama's speech.

Mr. Malik understood first, he stretched out his hand in front of me and I quickly kissed.

He also kissed my head that was covered in a veil, eh-eh really so presumptuous!

"Well, if that's Ma, Malik wants to go to college first, yes."

"Yes, be careful, yes, dear," said Mama who smiled like a real mother to Mr. Malik.

"Be careful, my dear, my love, my myriad lope-lope!" pekikku by waving at Mr. Malik who glanced at me at a glance.

Well, I'm crunching again this is soul and body. Mama looked at me with horror, I remained with a grin and started to go inside leaving Mama.

***

"Ma, Abibah can, yes, take her car," I asked to look at Mama who was engrossed in seeing the soap opera.

Lunch this time, Mama only ordered online because she said she was lazy to cook because her favorite daughter-in-law could not have lunch with us.

"So Malik gave me permission?" mama asked glanced at me cynically. It feels like in my son, really dah!

"Udah, really, Ma. Because, Mas Malik has been busy lately. So, he can't shuttle Abibah," I said a little lie. Yeah, a little bit.

Mama stared intently at me, as if searching for the truth from this innocent and innocent face, "Right?" ask the mother who does not believe.

"Yes, Ma. Mama doesn't believe in her own child! Who is Mama's son? Abibah or Mr Malik, why not trust Abibah?" my grunts put pen down violently.

"Rigger-haw! Mas! He's your husband!" nagel Mom.

"But, he is also the lecturer of Abibah Ma! Isn't it wrong that Abibah calls him Father?" I don't want to lose to Mama.

It must not be just me who feels this way, as if to be a stepson in the family. In fact, they do not know just how the attitude of their favorite daughter-in-law!

If you know, beuh .. maybe they will remove the title of favorite daughter-in-law from Mr. Malik.

Mama threw away her face and refocused on her film, "Liat aja later, Mama want to ask your husband directly. Mama's not sure if she's really giving you permission!" bright Mama smothered her chest.

I immediately panicked and confused, of course Mr. Malik would say that he never gave me permission.

I turned my brain around, which was just this thesis material, to find a way for Mr. Malik to allow me to drive my own car.

[Sir Malik, may I, yes, bring my own car after this? You see, there will be a lot of need for the thesis that I will look for in bookstores!] my message was sent to Mr. Malik's number.

[Why don't I just send it?]

[Sir Malik will be busy, I need a car Sir. Later I ribet myself because if you have to be picked up with the Father!]

[Alright if that's what you want, whatever. That's your right.]

[Okay!]

I should have been happy to have been given permission to take the car, but somehow it felt a little painful to read back from him.

I put the phone back, cleaned the papers and left Mama. I put my feet into my room.

Do I have the right to be sad? Should, no! Given that this was just a forced marriage from my parents and Mr. Malik.

I threw my body into the bed and immediately closed my eyes which instantly made a clear circle drip down my cheek.

"God, wake! It's 4 o'clock, it's!" said someone while patting my cheek slowly. I squirm and find Mama.

"Huh? Is it 4 Ma?" Mama nodded towards me.

"Well, how come you home, dong?"

"Udah, it's in front of Malik while drinking their tea."

"Why not wake up Abibah from earlier, anyway? Abibah hasn't had lunch yet! Laper so much so, catch a cold this time!" I sat up and got out of bed.

"Well, even beat up Mama! Yeah, it's your own fault why his sleep is like a kebo!"

I waltzed into the kitchen with scratching my itchy hands, the face of this pillow was stared at by Papa and Mr. Malik but I didn't mind.

"Eat, finish eating we go straight home. The television installer was waiting in the apartment" said the baritone voice owner.

"Hm," I'm short and put rice in my mouth, "in the first place, I can ride my own car, sir." I looked towards him.

He bowed his body and drew closer to my ear, "In front of the parents, behave as if our marriage is harmonious. So, let me follow your car until you get home" he whispered and I pushed his body away.

"All right!"