Aunty's Matchmaker
Wrong Target

Finish eating meatballs, yes, so breakfast meatballs are lucky there is a meatball stall open. We continued our journey until the 4-wheeler stopped at the campus.

My car used to be left in my family's house, for necessities or interests there later.

I walked beside Mr. Malik even though not with my hands, I was embarrassed if I had to join hands.

Everyone who was with us must have stared in wonder and must have wondered, "You go to my room, all of you sort things out there. I want to go to the campus room first, want to submit a resignation letter," explained Mr. Malik who immediately I accept.

I put my foot into Mr. Malik's room, opened the door and closed it again. The room was neat and I hated it the most because there would only be additional tasks if I came here.

I started from the books on the shelf, there was already a box on the table of this room. I arranged the book neatly to fit a lot later.

Fun to pick up books with his back to the door, the sound of the door opening, "Sir, all these books have a Father, right?" ask me without looking back because it is still busy reading one by one the title.

Clique

The sound of a key playing made my body instantly hold, I immediately stared towards the locked door.

There, there was already Mis Vilo looking at me with a grin. I don't know what she was thinking and planning.

"W-What's up, huh, Mis?" ask me to stammer and put the book on the table.

The woman with the hels walked over to me, "I heard, Malik is going to stop working here, huh?" ask her with a difficult tone.

I nodded with distress, gathering strength and courage in order to fight back and get out of here later.

"Do you know anything? I have loved Malik long before you were on this campus! But why are you his wife? What is less than me?"

"Yes, his name is also the soul mate Mis. We don't know who our soul mate is, not everything we love will be our soul mate, right?" I asked her to answer her bold words.

"Oh, of course not so! In my dictionary, there is no term not a soul mate and soul mate. However, if what I like is not my soul mate then other people will also not be fooled by him. You understand what I mean, me?" her tan raised one eyebrow and caressed my cheek with one finger.

I shook my head because I didn't understand, "So, Mr. Malik has to die? Let him not be anyone's soul mate?"

His face turned flat, he held my chin so firmly that it hurt what I thought was the result of my long fingernails.

Immediately I took a step and pushed his thin body, "What the hell, anyway! I have no right to do that to me! I don't hold Mis, so don't hold me!" I pointed at him.

"Haha." His laughter rang out with claps of hands approaching back towards me, "If I don't want to, how? What are you doing?" ask the menacing.

I advanced slightly closer towards him and tiptoed to keep our height the same, "I'll do what Mis did to me! Because the lecturer was digugu and imitated. If Mis were like that I would be like that too!" my light that did not feel the slightest fear towards this woman in front of me.

"You little boy don't get pretentious, huh! Now I ask you to divorce Malik, or ...."

I was silent, waiting for what he would show me. Turns out, he was carrying a knife that I don't even know if it was sharp or not.

"Mis want to fight with my same skill?" ask me and put the gun to his forehead.

He immediately displayed a deathly face, his self that had looked as if it was going to win over me was now shrieking.

I advanced slowly with him who also began to retreat back towards the door, "There are things that Mis should remember well, or should I not call you Mis, huh? Because ... squirm your behavior just now does not reflect a lecturer really!" cercaku shook his head while remaining focused so as not to let his guard down and become an opportunity for Vilo later.

"First! Don't ever take care of my life and my family, it's none of your business! No matter how we are not your business at all, do not ever deal with us.

Second! Mr. Malik is now my husband and you should stay away from him, do not approach let alone think of wanting to get him in a cheap way.

Third! Even though you see I'm a quiet woman and look weak, never mind your brain. Because until I find out that you're still following me or your spy. I'm not going to hesitate with your house bomb!"

Finally, we reached Mr. Malik's exit and entrance, "Open!" tell me by using my chin to point towards the door.

With a tremble and the knife back in storage, Mis Vilo opened the door that was locked earlier. The door opened and he just walked out of Mr. Malik's room.

'S*alan! Why can't that ugly girl have forbidden goods! Argg ... void my intention to threaten him!' inner Vilo walked over with half a run into his room. His face still looks pale because of Abibah.

I leaned back in the doorway while holding back laughter at the sight of Mis Vilo running away from this room.

'He thinks he's who told people to split up? Cake clown models a lot of behavior!' my mind sneered at the woman with a smile.

I saw the real gun in my hand, "There's also the benefit of you toys!" i laugh.

"What's wrong?" asked the voice of the baritone who had suddenly come to make a shock. He looked straight at the place where Mis Vilo was still walking.

"Why him?" ask Mr. Malik back. I picked up the toy gun in my hand and pointed it at Mr. Malik's forehead.

"Dor!" I screamed as if shooting and walked back inside laughing.

Malik just stared confused by what had just happened, he decided to go inside the room and close the door.

"What's wrong? Why did you take that confiscated gun?" ask Mr. Malik back who was still kepo with what had just happened in this room.

"Disease sir, her name is also a girl!" I answered briefly and reassembled the books into the box.

"You guys fighting?"

I looked at Mr. Malik's confused face, I replied with a smile and raised my shoulders, "Udah, mending Mr help me deh!" cut me who is still lazy to tell what just happened.

"Hmm .. well," resigned Mr. Malik and began to help take his goods in the room.