Aunty's Matchmaker
Not Lecturer

Still Flashback

Without a second thought, I turned the car on and drove it to Mr. Malik's house.

"Sir Malik, where is your home?" tanyaku while glancing at him a glance.

Seriously, I don't know where she's at. Because, if there is a task, you must immediately join and gather on campus.

I stopped the car and looked at her who seemed slumbering or was fantasizing with her eyes closed.

"Sir, amit, yes. I have permission to hold you, not bad intentions. I just want to find the ID card of Mr. Aja," I said even though he would not realize it.

As I began to approach, a strange scent wafted in my senses, "Ck! Mabok, huh? Pantsan aja bego," I poke while laughing.

When else 'will be able to berate the lecturer, wkwwkwk.

"Meet!" I screamed and moved away from her body. I opened the wallet I found in his pants pocket.

"Boiled, a lot of money buset! Yes, Allah. Don't put the devil in my ear, yeah. I'm afraid of khilaf," I said blabbering to myself.

I took the ID card and I put the wallet in front, fortunately I included a girl who is independent and can read her own maps.

So, it's not too difficult to find Mr. Malik's house.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Cursed the second-floor house but did not use this fence, I don't know why not use the fence.

"Grand ...!"

My eyes were wide when I heard the sound of people wanting to vomit in the car, "Don't throw up there sir!" I shouted and ran to open the car door.

On time! It's lucky! Congrats! I opened it very precisely when Mr. Malik could no longer hold his entrails.

He threw his stomach beside the car that was open, only a little part of my car was hit. That's not.

He went back limp and leaned back into the car seat, "Dih, not strong mabok pretentious to mabok you! So good!" my grunts lean on a body that is getting tired.

While hoping that the door of Mr. Malik's house will open soon, I am really very tired even my eyes have wanted to be closed.

"Clarisa ...," call Mr. Malik.

I immediately turned my head and looked at the eyes that wanted to open, not intending to help him if it could be closed forever. Huh, sucks!

"Why Clarisa?" racau Mr. Malik again.

People say, it's fun against talking to people who are drunk. I have never fought anyone who is mabok, any ignorant idea came to my mind.

"Why what?" askaku answered his words.

"Why would you cheat on me for that jerk's sake!" it turns out that it is still an emotion.

"Because ..he is more handsome than you, he has never given so much duty to his students and students, he is also kind, gentle and more patient than you," I replied withholding laughter.

In fact, I myself do not know the person as I mentioned earlier or not. People I've never met, but, yes, bodo very much!

"Because he's not a lecturer! Try him the lecturer then will give you the task too!"

"Hahahaha," my laughter was unbearable as he replied with a slack. Although with a high tone but I think very funny.

I don't want to back up, I'd better get back this door. Am I at home wrong? According to the guards of the complex, it was his home.

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

Ht ...!

"Mr ... Mother ... This is her son! Don't you feel like losing a child, huh?!" I shouted out loud.

The sound of a cell phone ringing from my pocket, kurogoh by changing hands to squeeze the bell.

"Yes, what's wrong Bik?" my many.

"Non, why haven't you come home yet? It's 1pm tonight, no."

"Yes, Bik. Here, again there is anuan. I'll call aunt, yeah."

"What kind of thing is Non?" ask Bibik in confusion there.

"Mmm .. There is something Bik, I will call back. Yes, yes, Bik. Assalamualaikum!"

Tut ...!

I turned off the call, in fact I would not dare to go home alone if until Mr. Malik's parents had the heart to throw me home.

Papa and Mama go out of town for some business, they're always busy. It's a bitch, isn't it?

"Yes ...!" my cry closed my eyes in shock when I saw that there were already two people standing in the doorway.

No, because I'm a little. But, because one of them turned out to be using a face mask.

"Kan, Mama! I told Papa not to go or remove the mask, see if he was surprised!" ketus Om-om who looks like Papa from Mr. Malik.

"Ih, it has not dried Pa," replied the woman beside him who was definitely Mama Pak Malik as well.

"What are you doing here the nights of the Deck? Where the storm is again, no mesh squeezes the bell," said Om and I reply to the grin also scratched the nape of the nape that does not itch.

"This sir, my name is Abibah and I am student Mr. Malik. That, Mr. Malik is in my car. I was --"

"Malik!" yelled at the two of them and left me who was just about to explain. The Om-om immediately brought Mr. Malik into the house.

"Your car was put in the garage, honey. You can go in to explain and stay here one night, it's very late" said the aunt and went into the house to leave me.

I sneered, "Is this how they treat guests?" I just turned the lazy eyeball.

Walk towards the car and put the car directly in their garage, the garage is unlocked and there is no car in it.

I went straight inside and I found the Aunt in the living room with her worried face, but she washed the mask off.

"Sorry, Aunt. Which garage key?" askaku.

"Oh, yeah, just shut up!"

He ran into the room, I spread my eyes and heard the sound of running water.

It looks like Om was bathing Mr. Malik, I really want to see it and video it.

It must be very funny when all students know that their dream lecturer takes a shower just ask for help.

"Here, dear," said Auntie suddenly came and made me a little jolt.

"Y-yes, Aunt. Thanks." Thanks."

Back in a hurry and locked the main door, it was really like my own house.

I approached the two people sitting on the sofa, carefully I began to approach, "This is my aunt, thank you," I smiled and returned the key.

"Sit down, boy!" tell Om and I'll be in touch.

"Tell me how you met Malik."

Kutelan saliva and start telling events long enough times high times wide this pedestal, uh!

"So, that's the story, Om," I said slowly, staring at the floor.

"Thank you, yeah, if nothing you don't know what happened to him. Tonight you sleep here, tomorrow we will come to your parents' house explaining that you are helping my son. Let them not say that you are lying" said Om who stunned me.

Papa Pak Malik turned out to be so firm and authoritative. I nodded because it was true as well. There's no way I'm home this late.