Aunty's Matchmaker
Withstand Pain

Our sixth day in Bandung, I quite liked this place and also the environment. Several times I played to Ma'am's house to meet her son.

This afternoon, Mr. Malik was busy with a laptop and there were only the two of us in the room. I just remembered that I haven't asked about our relationship.

"Mmc ... Sir!" call me confused where to start.

"Yes, what's wrong?" asked Malik and saw me only briefly.

"Mr... Have you been in love or have not been with me?" I asked without further ado, as soon as his engrossed hands dancing on the laptop came to a halt.

"meaning?" ask Mr. Malik who does not understand or pretend.

"Mother remember? That I had an agreement with my parents mending first, that if up to 1 year of this marriage there will still be no love. So, I want to sue for divorce, Father," I explained with a bow.

"Why? Why not just leave it?"

I looked up to see Mr. Malik who seemed to disagree, "What is a marriage without love sir? There's no use either, I also want to be happy certainly in the household and the Father is also the same, right?"

Mr Malik is silent as if he is thinking about something or he is stringing the words that he does not love me well and sweet? In order, the feeling of nyeseknya not too felt.

"Later tonight, I'll give you the answer to your question. Whether I already love you or not" explained Mr. Malik.

"Dih, really smart. Don't worry, I want the same answer from that father!" my emotional ketusu as if he's the most important. Just answer the hard for mercy.

"Hahaha, don't get angry. You'll get old soon."

"Belgium!" I sat up and got up from my seat to the kitchen. I want to make some juice and sit in front.

It seems like it would be a lot of fun, seeing people here coming home from their rice fields or gardens.

When passing Mr. Malik, he did not see me because he was busy with his wife. I haven't seen a cell phone in a long time either.

Want to know also what happened with the cafe, indeed every day transfer notifications entered my account from Aulia.

However, I still want to know what happened in the first place that made me become a spirit to be independent first.

"It's still daylight, it's hot. If you want to sit it in the afternoon, aja," chirped someone.

I immediately looked up and knitted my brows, "Sorry, who, huh?" ask and choose to stand.

"I'm a resident of the house on the side. Introduce my name Angga," he said kindly and reached out before me who was still sitting.

I stood up and revealed a hand, "Give me." He looks like he's misbehaving or maybe embarrassed.

"You're gonna stay here forever?"

"No, tomorrow we're home."

"On the honeymoon?" ask him who I think is a little kepo with other people's business.

"Not really."

"But, husband and wife?" Lazily I smiled and nodded, she looked a little disappointed and raised her face.

"Well, excuse me!" just saying so after knowing I'm already someone's wife.

"Freak guy!" swear and sit back.

Every now and then I hum and swing my legs, stare and smile enjoying the atmosphere here.

"Who was that?" ask the familiar baritone voice in these ears.

"Female," I answered briefly.

"Wih .. I know his name."

"He knew himself."

The sound of body weights sat beside me, casually picking up the glass that still had juice in it.

He sipped and I just stared in annoyance, "Don't be too friendly with people."

"Yes, you're either leaving or running away."

"And just cry, right? Let's meet the devil or I'm not sane!" my tirade doesn't understand Mr. Malik's way of thinking.

"Not funny, I'm serious!"

"I'm serious too, you go in there again! Meet the Father's wife!" drive me out who got eyebrows raised from him.

"Wife? Inside, where there are," asked Malik confused.

"The Father's laptop is like the Father's wife! Every day I see it, I talk to it again every once in a while."

"Keep, what are you?"

"Cute concubine!" ketusku and advancing lips. I patted her shoulder slowly and got up intending to leave.

"Where are you going?"

"Eat meatballs!" ketusku and walk without taking Mr. Malik.

"There are a lot of thugs here, so if you want to go-go it's good to ask friends." Mr. Malik has walked hand in hand with me.

"The thugs, more serem again my father feels."

"Isn't he? Is this face as cute and handsome as I deserve a 'creepy' title from you?"

I turned to look at him after hearing Mr. Malik's unusual words.

She's been posing cute pretentious next to me, "Sir, please. Don't think so, just normal. Can't do that?" my acute level protest saw his behavior.

The sound of laughter was even heard while I bent my face and slightly stomped my legs.

We finally arrived at a meatball stall that was quite crowded with buyers, "Sir, want one chicken meatball noodles, yes," my message and passed inside looking for a bench.

"I am too, yes, sir. Iced tea sweet two," said Mr. Malik. He sat down on my bench and looked at this face.

"What, anyway, sir! Don't look at me!" I'm sorry to pat her hand. Can-can salting this self and not so eat if he looks like it really.

"Oh, okay!" He even looked at the girl behind our desk. Mana, really cute again girls. Kan, so insecure me.

In a fit of annoyance, I kicked Mr. Malik's leg. He immediately complained in pain, "Why Sir?" ask the meatball waiter who apparently heard a complaint from Mr. Malik earlier.

"Huh? No papa, really, sir. There were only fire ants like that" replied Mr. Malik by holding the ringisan.

I just smiled with a lip, the waiter put our order on the table and passed it back.

'Look at it later tonight, you have to pay for all this Abibah, ' Malik's inner self stared cynically at Abibah.

I saw Mr. Malik staring cynically just smile, if I had no shame I would have laughed out loud because of this.

The clock has shown at 3 pm, the food has finished going hand in hand towards love. I'm fingering a gamis pouch, 'Campus! I'm not carrying a wallet, my mind is starting to get confused.

"How much Sir?" asked Mr. Malik from behind staring at the cashier guard.

"46 Sir."

Mr. Malik handed over the money one pink sheet and was immediately given a change by the cashier.

We got out of the meatball stall, "Sir, then--"

"Your wallet!" cut Mr. Malik to give up my wallet. I stopped immediately.

"Huh? So Mr Malik paid for the meat with my money?"

"Who else is the money?" He walked first by raising his shoulders.

"Malik ...!" pekiku. Kirain he will be like a drama that pays his wife. Uh, apparently not dong. It sucks!