Aunty's Matchmaker
Home With Him

"You guys in the band are fine, yes, Mama and Papa will come back here again. Maybe, 5-6 months. After that, only your wedding reception will be held," said Mama who made me stare in shock.

"I-I mean Ma?" I asked with a stammer.

"Yes, your marriage is not known by everyone, it is still family. So, let the people on campus know that this lecturer Malik already has a wife who is so beautiful!" mama's tease that managed to make me embarrassed in the crowded airport at this time.

I just kept quiet and smiled, "It's not like that too, Ma!" I said that I had begun to rise again as before.

"This mama! His work teases Abibah mulu, kasian him," defended Papa who from earlier only listened to Mama's words.

"Haha, yaudah-yeah. If so, Mama and Papa get into the plane first, yes. You guys be careful on the road and happy holiday tomorrow!" mama said and I immediately embraced the farewell sign in turn.

Hands waving until my in-law's body was unseen, we finally walked back to the car with, yes, ordinary hands.

"Where do we want to live?" mr. Malik asked to break the silence in the car.

"Yes, apartment sir! Is our house ready?" ask me in jest and end with a naughtiness.

He stared at me coldly, did I mispronounce and hurt him? Because, a few months ago this marriage passed we are still living in the apartment.

Mr. Malik did not answer and in the car felt awkward, I felt wrong in saying, "Sir! I'm sorry, yes," I said guiltily.

"For?" tanyanya brief. Yes, indeed since this morning after I had become an even more spirited person he returned to his initial suit. That is; cold and short in speaking.

"Yes, for what I said," I said and looked at his face. He raised an eyebrow maybe confused by my intentions.

"Which one?" ask her with a shitty face!

"Byeah, Sir! The skip-skip!" my emotional and chest-capped ketusuk, turned my eyes to look at the streets.

I knitted my eyebrows when I felt weird about this street, "Where are we going, sir?" Because, this is not the way to the home of Mr. Malik's parents nor my parents let alone the apartment.

We entered an elite housing area that is quite famous for its price is quite expensive. The car stopped at one of the elegant houses with gold paint walls.

Mr. Malik got out of the car and I followed him so I could figure out what we were going to do here, a young man came out of the house.

"Eh, Mr Malik! Why not come first if you want to come?" ask the person kindly and shake hands with Mr. Malik.

"Sorry, Sir. But, how? Ready yet?"

"Udah, Sir. Go, in! Let me show you the contents inside." The man entered first leaving us both in front of the house.

Mr. Malik looked at my face that was still confused by the intent of all this, "Come!" take Mr. Malik inside.

"Sir, wait! What are we doing here? It's not polite to play in someone's house," I said feeling bad.

There was a sigh coming out of Mr. Malik's lips, he stared at me and I looked up at him a little.

"Aren't you asking? Is our house ready? Well, that's the answer you heard that this house is 'ready'!" obviously Mr. Malik by pressing the last sentence that made me round my eyes.

I was astonished to hear it and repeatedly opened my eyes in disbelief at what I had just heard and seen at this time.

"Come on!" take Mr. Malik again and go inside first.

"Gile-gile, how many years ago Mr. Malik collected money? It is not in vain to marry Om-om," I murmured into the house while looking around.

Instead of the house is not managed, it is better to be inhabited with noble people like them later.

As for Papa's office, I left it to an assistant I've known for a long time that he's a good person.

Or ... if indeed one day the company has a problem then I will immediately sell and give the money to the donation of orphans or orphanages.

"Where is Mr Malik? What does Mr Malik want?" ask the man who hasn't introduced his name.

They may have gone around, I was left alone and not invited to the top. The house is not too spacious, but this is more than enough with the first floor and the fence in front of it.

"It's exactly what I want, sir. Thank you so much, yes, for the hard work."

"Together Mr. Malik," said the man and looked at me, "this is his Chelsea?"

I was immediately stunned, it turns out this house is the desire of Chelsea anyway. I thought it was special for us later, I nodded and stared at the floor.

"Oh, no. This is Abibah, my wife," explained Mr. Malik with a slightly strange voice in my ear. Was he afraid that this rabbit would turn into a tiger?

"I'm sorry, I don't know," said the man, who felt guilty, "if you'll excuse me, yes, sir. Come!"

The sound of the door closing meant that the man had already left the house and left us both.

Without a word, I immediately moved and intended to go out. But, my arm was intercepted by Mr. Malik first.

"Where are you going?"

"Go!"

"We haven't seen this house yet."

"We? Oh, my time, I'm sorry!" ketusku and brushed off his hands passed away going forward.

"Kirain is deliberately bought to be together, uh, it turns out this is for Ayangnya who did not get it! It sucks!" I grumbled with my chest crossed and leaned in front of the car while staring at this house.

"You failed to move on was very difficult, yes, definitely could not be far from about the ex," I muttered again and again by babbling myself.

The body of the man who licked me a rabbit finally came out, I immediately threw a look in the other direction.

"You why?" her question immediately made me stare intently at her.

'Woy, Malik! You even asked why? Buset, not your mouth wrong! My pen just slap it feels like your cheek to realize what your fault is!' my heart with the lips I put forward.

"Don't curse in my heart, I can't hear it" he said in an innocent voice.

"Back home!" ketusku and switch to the door of the car bench.

"All right," the couple and I got straight into the car by closing it pretty tight.

"That I bought from the savings since I was still in High School until now, even that there is also still money Papa and Mama who help although not much. Because, the item desired by Chelsea was not a cheap item. He said, let once in a lifetime buy things," explained Mr. Malik about the philosophy of the house.

"Nobody, don't tell me, let alone vent! I'm not interested in your love story!" my job is to be angry.