Aunty's Matchmaker
Sisters

"Yes, open it. Later, you banner or invite friends or your cousin can also make work at the cafe."

"Lu really don't go in anymore?"

"Yes, really. I want to be a sholeh wife."

"Rivion ...."

"Eh, who are you impregnating? How nauseous."

"Gue puked your sentence."

"That's the point - in the afternoon you open the cafe. I give the cafe trust with you, if one day you get a quick job tell me let me find someone else too."

"Hmm ... You're busy now, huh? I can't tell you any more stories with you."

"Could, really. Later there will be time we grant again, at this time you have to hold yourself first to hire people."

"Jude, deh. A week's ain't you in Bandung?"

"Yes, it's only been a week, really."

"okay, deh. Enjoyable, yes."

"Okay, you too."

Tut ...!

An hour or so I talked over the phone with Aulia talking about the cafe, she had little real objection if I told her to look for my replacement.

But what else is to be made? I was also not given permission by Mr. Malik. It is better to keep his feelings, do not want the same thing to happen at that time.

We went to Bandung using Mama and Papa's car, this holiday is really those who bear the cost until the villa later there.

"House like this, you want?" asked Mr. Malik while pointing towards the laptop that he was holding. Apparently, he was looking for a home.

"Can, Sir. Good too, the page is there a little. Later, can make plants so beautiful also his home," said I stared at the picture of the house on Mr. Malik's laptop.

"What color does it want and where and how does it buy?"

"Eh, is that the house already sold sir?"

"I have already paid the house debt to my mother."

"Much spades!"

"That's the elite area and there's only one house left, so it's no wonder it's going fast."

I nodded my head and turned my eyes towards the front, it turned out that Chelsea's taste was quite high as well.

The feeling of kepo wanting to know his face also appeared, while in the apartment I never saw any strange things or objects.

And the photo in Mr. Malik was just his face, nothing else.

"Hey!" call Mr. Malik by waving his hand in front of my face.

"Eh, what sir?" tanyaku woke up from daydreaming and looked at Mr. Malik.

"What color do you want? Where do the furniture buy?"

"Sir, we will check the house and the neighbors there the color of their house. Do not get the same, ntar you entered the wrong house again. The danger, uh, even happened to be that house you entered was a big widow!"

"Yes, great. Itung-itung can windfall!"

"The face of the Father that I am tabooing!"

"Hahahaha," the chauffeur who was laughing from hearing our debate behind. I who had not laughed immediately followed laughing because there was a theme. That's delicious!

"Against your mulu, yes, same husband! Would I curse to be an angel?"

"Yes, that means I'm going to disappear dong sir. Because, do not pantes Angel my kayak paired with a flat face dedemit cake Mr!"

I immediately laughed out loud by occasionally seeing the face of Mr. Malik, it is true we are more like a Brother and Sister is not a partner.

Because, indeed Mr. Malik is older than me. Yeah, obviously. He was a teacher while I just graduated from college.

I don't know why my life story is not like the CEO-CEO story that exists, 17 years already have the largest company in the world.

This, his age is almost the head of 3 was only a lecturer hahah. But, I am still grateful no matter how the salary of the lecturer is also very good.

What is the salary of the husband should we be grateful even though it is a little, how else? He must have worked as much as he could to meet our needs.

But back again. Only God knows the sustenance of every human being, essentially every human being has his sustenance if they want to try.

We arrived at the villa, the suitcase was carried by the villa guard while me and Mr. Malik went straight inside.

"Here you go, sir," said Mr. Malik as the guards reached the front of the room.

"Okay sir, here is already a maid who will prepare the Master and Madam's meal," explained the guard with a bow.

"Hahaha, bushel! Big lebay, bye! No need to call me Madam Kali sir, I'm not that old. Call me Abibah!"

"Sorry, Madam. But, that's not polite."

"Do you want me to fire for a week while we're here?" I asked with a little threatening.

"Eh, b-good Mrs-eh Abibah," the guard stammered.

I immediately nodded with a smile and gave a thumbs up.

"Me too, call Malik sir. No need for the Lord of all."

"Good Malik. Then, excuse me."

I nodded my head and looked at the back away with the peci on the head and the stretchy t-shirt he was wearing.

There is a sense of artistry, should be at the age that begins to twilight they enjoy his life. It doesn't even have to work like this.

Moreover, the maid, I hope that the maid is not a grandmother but not a girl as well. If he's smarter than me, he'll fall for my real brother, eh!

"When do you want to stand there?"

"Eh, the habit of not rhyming with your father!" I entered the room with my feet.

"Sir, we bought clothes first, didn't we?" I sat on the edge of the bed and my beloved husband tidied the contents of the suitcase into the closet.

It's romantic, isn't it?

"For what?"

"Let's see the clothes of the Father, like 2-3 people can get into his clothes crotch slithering."

"Whether did you see anyone in that detail?" asked Malik staring at me.

"Eh, yes, I have eyes. Naturally, sir, if you're writhing something mah."

"It doesn't take that much detail to pay attention to others!"

"Will not smite me, sir. Time ... same My kayak fathers are willing."

Mr. Malik closed the suitcase as well as the closet, put the suitcase on top of the closet and tidied up his shirt that had been lifted.

"It's not a problem for me either!" he said by patting his hands as if removing dust and passing out of the room.

"Don't get tired of her body, huh?" my lips are not heard anymore by Mr. Malik.

I turned down my body and stared at the white plate in this room, as my eyes closed, "So, I haven't seen the maid! It could still make him better than me!"

I got up and headed to the kitchen to find out, afraid if later Mr. Malik even smitten.