Aunty's Matchmaker
According to Or Dissent?

"Before returning to the apartment, we eat first, yes," asked Mr. Malik but I did not ignore. I'm still fashionably angry and sulking with him.

"Huft ... Do I need the house to sell and buy a new house for us?" ask Mr. Malik who seems frustrated facing me.

I don't answer again and again, just let me know. It's good to be tucked! Let him know that girls are creatures that are easy to sulk.

He stopped at the meatball stall, who told him to eat here. I went downstairs first leaving her, ordering an empty meatball and a cold sweet tea.

Before long, he was seen following sitting next to me after ordering meatballs at the seller's mamang.

"God, don't shut up like this. Wasn't the mouth made for speaking?"

"And wasn't the brain created to think?" I asked firmly and stared cynically at him.

"Well, we'll stay in the apartment until the house sells. I'm sorry."

"Perhaps, if the Om just did not tell you about that your dream home. I've been the happiest I think, when it's just the woman's wish."

"Yes, I'm sorry," he said as he was being treated.

Our order arrived, I immediately poured a lot of sausage in my bowl, "Don't much, you will have a stomachache," forbid Mr. Malik.

"From the mouth my Father made, it's better to my meatballs, right?" She was silent, maybe now I was like a stepmother in her eyes.

We have reached the apartment, when on the way Mr. Malik directly called who was talking about the house.

Maybe, he would actually sell the house and buy a new one. I'm actually fine if it's simple and not too big.

In fact, a house like Mr. Yanto is not a problem. Because, it is not a matter of his house but a family problem that is in it.

What makes a luxurious and magnificent house but there is no happiness in it? Better simple, right? However, it is filled with love, jokes and laughter.

I ran straight to the bathroom, but I didn't put too much sausage, huh. Why does the stomach mules directly, yes.

"Now, drink," said Mr. Malik and sat down beside me who had been drooping due to stomach pain.

"No, I can buy it myself!" ketusku and want to go to the room to take eucalyptus oil.

My hand was intercepted by Mr. Malik and made me sit back beside him, "Don't be too stubborn!" press, "drink!"

I directly took the pill roughly out of his hand and took the drink that was on the table.

"I've sold the house, tomorrow we'll find another house. Where do you want a house."

"You want a house like Mr. Yanto!"

"Huh?"

"The house is like Mr. Yanto," I said repeating the sentence and looked at him.

"We can buy a house that is more than that even though it is not in the elite area."

"Nanya's father, right? I want that house!"

"What if Mama and Papa come over? Where will they sleep?"

"Yanto's house can be two rooms."

"We're going to sleep in one room forever?" asked Malik as if he wanted to trap me with my words earlier.

"Atau .. even Mr who wants one more room filled with our child? Want more than two rooms?" my question is to lower my eyebrows.

He shook his head and raised his face again, "No need to worry!"

"Yes, it's unlikely that it will happen" I said.

"Have we seen the house tomorrow or went on vacation?"

"Holiday ajalah sir, mumet I see Mr. Mulu."

"Will you not see me there?"

"At least you can wash Aa's clay eyes that are pisan caseps!"

"Haha, A-aa. Beuh .. casep-cases of euy gravestone!" I shouted so that the sound could be heard to the room.

"Eat what's good, huh?" I said slowly and looked towards the kitchen.

***

"What are you doing?" asked Mr. Malik who came suddenly made me surprised to be made.

"Don't come suddenly that's dong, sir! I was shocked!" nagging me by wiping my chest and bending my face looking at him.

"Sorry .. Didn't you just eat meatballs?"

"And do you think enough meatballs in my stomach? Kan, that was also directly thrown away!"

"Hmm .. okay, this is a phone from Aulia," said Mr. Malik handed the phone to me.

I took it with a confused feeling, "What's wrong?"

"He'll want to ask about the cafe when it opens, sir. The cafe has been closed for a long time. When will it open again?"

"Jaudah, tell her to open it and find another employee to help her. I don't give you permission to go back to work there!"

"But Sir? Ntar, I'm bosen dong," I complained with a clear face. He came closer to me with that flat face of his.

While I wave and go straight back, "Sir, what do you want? Don't fuck around, sir! I can report you later!" I threatened him.

My body stuck on the kitchen wall, Malik looked down and looked at me like a starving lion, "If you don't want to get bored, I'll make you pregnant to have a job later. Which one do you want? According to or against your husband's words?" mr. Malik asked with a sharp look at every inc of my face.

His words made me immediately startled and round my eyes, he could have spoken as dirty as before.

What say? Getting pregnant? Wow ... that is so untrue! He distanced his body and immediately passed from the kitchen.

I breathed a sigh of relief because he was gone, the sound of cooking was heard making me immediately rush to turn off the stove, "It's a good thing not to burn, Mr. Malik gelo! After that, it's not clear!" I'm the one with the emotion seeing the man.

Meals I serve, there is chicken soy sauce, vegetables mustard white in gulai and also tempe and crackers as friends eat.

"Sir, eat yuk!" take me while Mr. Malik is engrossed with his laptop doing tasks.

He looked at me and nodded, "What's this eating, huh? It's dinner tonight, yes, sir," I said, looking out at the twilight.

Yeah, it's almost 6 in the afternoon. Somehow I was starving maybe due to a snack on Mr. Malik was making this stomach do not feel full even though it had eaten meatballs.

"Yes, if I'm hungry. I wake you up" protested Mr. Malik chewing food.

"Dih, lots of noodle stock sir. We just bought one dus yesterday!" I said with my mouth.

"Gak papa dong, wife's cooking will definitely be much better than her own cooking" he said, which made me want to vomit.

"Delicious, your style sir!" my ridicule that did not want to be immediately lulled by her praise earlier.

"Tonight we'll pack up?"

"I can, sir, be alone. Mr. finish the job."

"Hmm .. okay."

"I'm good, right?"

"What?"

"You're doing your clothes."

"Yes, you're so good."

"Say what?" ask me to raise my eyebrows while talking to a child.

"Thank you."

"Ihhh ... pintel really Mama Dwi's child," I sneered while pinching Mr. Malik's cheek that made him stare with shock at me.

Uh, very disrespectful of you Abibah!