Aunty's Matchmaker
Make Baby

Today, is the day I graduated with another student/i. On the bench, there were already two parents Mr. Malik and himself who accompanied me.

Despite the feeling of sadness, Mama and Papa should be able to see this only child at graduation and finish the script on time.

"Congratulations, yes, dear," praised my in-laws and hugged me tightly. They returned to Indonesia when they found out that Mama and Papa had died due to an accident victim.

The plan is, they will go back abroad later. Me and Mr. Malik have been told to vacation for a few days.

In order, I can return to the spirit of living life even without my parents in this world again.

"We're photos, yuk!" take my in-laws and I'll take them directly. Outside the building there is already a photographer, it seems that Mama deliberately rented.

We took pictures with a smile that I forced and repeatedly told by Mama.

"Sir, we're going to the tomb, yes," asked me and immediately embraced by Mr. Malik.

"Don't you again, dong! Kan, I'm not a student anymore," seduced Mama and made me blush embarrassed because of it.

***

"Assynolt, Ma. How are you doing? How's it going in there?" I stared at the board that said My name.

"God graduated, you know. Abibah has become a scholar at this time, Mama and Papa should be able to see Abibah and you are angry Abibah because surely Abibah will persuade you to give permission for Abibah to connect his S2."

"But ... You guys seem to be lazy to make a whining ladenin from Abibah, huh? You go to a far away place." I told him by looking to the right and left. Mama's grave and Papa's side, Mr. Malik I told you to wait in the car because I wanted to tell you three with a mound of land that covered the bodies of my parents.

I crumbled back in tears, sobbing so heartbreakingly. I hugged my knee and buried this face.

I exhaled as I felt that I shouldn't be like this, wiping away the trail of tears and smilingly staring at their signboards one by one.

"Beload Abibah, yes, in order to be strong and rise again in this life. Love you both, thank you for being the best parents. Abibah go home first, yes, Ma, Pa."

The flowers I had bought I had sprinkled, with graduation equipment overhead I walked away from my parents' final resting place.

Apparently, Mr. Malik wasn't really sitting in the car waiting. He looked at me from outside the car leaning.

"Have you?" he asked with a worried look and I immediately replied with a nod.

"We went to my Mama and Papa's house, yes, we were told to go there for a few nights before they returned home" explained Mr. Malik who immediately took me back and smiled at him.

He opened the side door of the bench and told me to come in, after which he circled the car and got into the bench beside me.

"Give me, life goes on, son. You can't keep falling down like this, start your life again like before. You are not alone, there is Mama, Papa and your husband who will always be behind you," my in-laws told me on the edge of the bed by rubbing this hand as if to give strength.

I looked at his hand and looked at his face, "Bismillah, Ma. Do not be behind Abibah because now there is no Mama and Papa in front of Abibah who protects. But, be next to Abibahlah. Strengthen Abibah in moving forward with us together" I said with dewy eyes.

Mama Dwi nodded and smiled at me, she immediately hugged this body, "Cry, make this a cry for the last time. After this, no let alone the cries about whatever it is," said Mama Dwi who I heard clearly.

About 5 minutes into our embrace, Mama Dwi let go and wiped away the trail of tears on my face.

"Yeah, we're eating!" take Mama Dwi and rise with outstretched hands. I immediately greeted and we came out of the room together.

Until the moon shone in the sky I just came out after being persuaded by mama Dwi because when Mr. Malik asked me to refuse loudly.

"Mama and Papa are coming home the day after, where are you going on holiday?" tanya Mama opened the conversation on the sidelines of dinner and the sound of the twang spoon.

"Ke Bandung or Bogor, Ma," said Mr. Malik and I looked directly at him who turned out he was also staring at me.

"Why not abroad?"

"No need Ma, we want to be in the country."

"Well, how long is it going to be?"

"Mmm .. 4 days is enough," said Mr. Malik staring at me by raising his eyebrows as if asking if I agree or not.

"Yes, Ma. 4 days is enough" said my understanding and directly staring at Mama.

"No-no," Papa cut while chewing the food, "4 days which is enough to make the grandchildren of Mama and Papa."

"Ohuk!" I choked on hearing Papa's words and immediately took the drinking water so that the stuck food could go down into the stomach.

"It's what Papa said, too! Mama agrees, just a week you guys in Bandung or Bogornya!" timpal Mama one thought with Papa.

What are they talking about? A granddaughter? What grandchildren, who will give them grandchildren. Masa, me? Which is really, oh my God.

Screaming towards Mr. Malik, he just kept quiet. He agreed with his parents' words.

***

"Woy, Abibah! When will the cafe open?" asked Aulia from there with me who was in the room alone.

"Well, you still need a job to be your real barista?" little peck at the end of the word.

"Ye, still! Where do I get my money from, if not from the cafe?" ketus Aulia's.

"Why not work in an office? Oh, baby, it's a title."

"What country do you think this is? If you have no insiders, don't dream it will be easy to enter the office!"

"Hmm .. yeah, too, anyway."

"Eh, you why don't you tell the stories if you married Mr. Malik, huh? Why not just grab me too? Astagfirullah, Abibah. Have you forgotten your own best friend and friend?"

"Emang only special doang family at that time invited."

"So there's a prescription? When?" asked Aulia who made me think, "mend for, so that people know that Mr. Malik already has a baby and people also know you already have a husband!"

"Lu is also more recognized by people if you are his wife, so that on the edge of all who want to approach. Your mother wants to have a wife but who knows only the doang family while co-workers and even students/i do not know if Mr. Malik already has a bini," continued Aulia who has a point too.

But I really don't matter. Let it be, if they want to have a reception then it's fine. If nothing is okay.