Aunty's Matchmaker
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At night, Mr. Malik and I chose to watch television before going to bed. I lay with my head on Mr. Malik's thigh.

"Where would you like to stop working?" I looked up to see his face.

Mr. Malik just told me that he chose to resign from campus because it was not strong if he continued to face Mis Vilo.

He was afraid that he would hurt the woman or do something rude to Mis Vilo.

I followed his decision, however, if he stopped and did not want to work anymore.

There is still my Papa company that needs employees and I can also go back to work to ease her burden.

"Working at Papa's company, I asked Papa and he said I could go in there. Because there also happened to be vacant positions there," explained Mr. Malik remained focused on seeing the film.

I just nodded and ber'oh' ria course, "Sir, I do not dong during the Father's work later, the time is forever I will be silent like this?" ask me to sit and look at him.

"What do you want? Make an online effort? Please, can use expeditions or couriers. I don't forbid."

"Smuck times sir, far from where we are down," I complained imagining it.

"Tomorrow before going to campus to take care of things, we check the house that you wanted yesterday. Already I DP and hopefully immediately can a suitable handyman so that the renovation can be fast."

"Well, did you buy that house?" I just can't believe it. Because of that, I was just joking.

Mr. Malik nodded, "Yes, my pardon. Though I was just kidding doang too," I said staring at the television.

Mr. Malik averted his gaze so looked at me, "Have too much to joke about in life, try occasionally to be serious. Because, not everyone will know and understand that it is a joke!"

I blinked my eyes, Mr. Malik still seemed to be annoyed by the incident last afternoon.

Better, nodding at this time is the solution. Pretending to understand and obey with his words just now.

***

At 10 this morning, like Mr. Malik said just now that we would see the house I wanted and already in his DP.

I brought a snack in the form of fruits, for some reason from this morning my stomach is not good even Mr. Malik is more strange.

He asked to make milk even though he was usually reluctant to drink milk because he did not like white milk.

"Sir, not far away?" I asked who felt like I was just around here and there.

"Do not know, this is the father who sent his maps is also unclear!" mr. Malik's grumbling looks upset too.

I just chuckled at her pouting face, "Father want to?" bargain me near the lips of the apple that I have cut to pieces as big as my mouth.

"No, you are. We'll eat ketoprak later."

"Emang, is ketoprak selling early in the morning?" I just put on a confused eyebrow.

Before long, the car stopped making me stare around, "Which one is it, sir?" I looked at Mr. Malik.

"That, there are the Fathers," pointed Mr. Malik and got off the car first.

I closed the provisions and followed Mr. Malik from behind, the area of his house is quite peaceful like it and green.

In fact, many of the houses were filled with flowers, "If this had been the case, it would have had to endure the ears of the Mothers' bounty" I said looking around.

"Here most of the IRT, they don't work. However, there are also doctors, PNS and teachers. So, not too much gossip, huh," explained the homeowner when I just got to them.

"Where do you want to?" asked Mr. Malik for my opinion.

"We can see in it first, come on!" invite the owner of the house and enter first into this one-story house.

A minimalist house like this is indeed very I like, besides not too tired later to clean so as not to make me need to go up and down the stairs later.

Inside the house turned out to contain three rooms and one main room has a bathroom, while the other two rooms must go to the kitchen if you want to defecate or small.

The kitchen also has a sink and full of white ceramics, decorative lights are also in the living room and aquarium which is said to be sold as well.

I think, it's okay to make the atmosphere of this house more beautiful and not too empty later.

"Well, this backside can be made for drying clothes," explained the homeowner after we had arrived at the last section looking around the house.

In the living room, there was no sofa. Homeowners only sell houses with decorative lights as well as aquarium fish only.

In addition, we have to fill ourselves according to what we want.

"I like the model and color of the house, sir. Most later just call the house cleaner first, how do you know there is fear of wild animals that have lodged here," said I who is interested in this house.

"It's not unheard of, you know, strange noises, is it, sir?" I looked at the owner of the house. Because what I heard, it's been around for a long time.

"Now Buk, my people often live murotal right here, really," explained the owner of the house that made me chuckle.

"So, why not do it sir? Though the house is good," asked me who kepo.

"Hehe, because the price is expensive they say. In fact, that is already the market price in this area," replied the homeowner with a crybaby.

So I frowned, kepo with how much this house cost. Finally, I came out because it was told by Mr. Malik.

They're gonna make a deal that I don't want to know the price of this house, I see the front page. Looks like I can get along with the flowers if I'm diligent.

The house already has a black fence as well as a car garage, minimalist but looks very luxurious.

Inside there is also an empty room, maybe I will make a musala later there. After waiting for half an hour.

Finally Mr. Malik and the owner of the house came out with his cleft face, he shook hands with Mr. Malik.

"Thank you, yeah, I hope you're at home here!" the owner said with a smile. He reached out to me probably intending to say thank you too or what was his name.

However, I quickly cupped my hands in front of my chest and smiled at the middle-aged man in front of me now, "Thank you sir," I said gently.

"Jude, if so. Congratulations on occupying, yes," he explained and we just nodded.

When he started coming out of the area of the house that now belongs to us, maybe the neighbors around here happened to pass by and stopped in front of our house.

"Sir, where are you going? Come, together!" take the father on his motorcycle.

"Oh, don't be. I want to go to church first, walk. First, Sir!" refuse it and wave your hand while walking first leaving the motorcycle driver earlier.

I who heard his words just now was immediately shocked and looked towards Mr. Malik who seemed to be shocked as well.

"Well? He said this house is often turned on murotal, murotal what?" my question stiffened immediately.

"Udah, let's just say you never heard what he said," said Mr. Malik and made me nod obediently.