Aunty's Matchmaker
Fugitives

"Sir, after I check. There is no company in that name, it looks like we are being framed" Papa Malik's assistant told the boss's room.

"What?" ask the man in shock. He immediately stood up and checked the phone, seeing a message from Malik.

"This is also how many hours Malik did not return as well, I have to follow soon there!" firm Papa Malik and get out of his room in a hurry.

He was afraid that something would happen to his son, "Why would he realize that he was trapped when he was stuck like this! Why don't you just realize that you're being framed, you lousy employee of mine all!" papa Malik in the car.

He runs four wheels so fast, indeed the company Papa Malik is not too big nor the largest company in Indonesia.

However, it can at least reduce unemployment in Indonesia although not much.

***

"We're recording or what, huh, honey? Mmm ... record a few times, yes, so that your wife knows that you still love me. Bentar, I want to record and send the photo to your wife's number" explained Chelsea sitting on the edge of the bed.

He asked the hotel maid to move Malik to the bed because he would not be strong enough to move the man.

So, he had to need help from men. When he was busy typing messages.

Malik blinked his eyes and held the head that felt dizzy, he narrowed his eyes and looked around at where he was.

Chelsea had finished texting and put the phone to the nightstand, as she looked up at the bed, the shock she received.

Malik is already leaning back to gather strength and memory with what really happened.

"You, are you awake, baby?" chelsea closed his mouth.

"Why am I here! And why are you here! Did you just set me up?" malik asked by raising his tone an octave.

"No, the meeting will start. Cu-"

"What do you want to say, Chelsea? I can't stop thinking how cheap you are, you want me to risk nothing for yourself!" hina Malik and get off the bed.

"Yes, I'm a cheap woman. I don't think about what's going to happen, because right now I just want you. It's just you Malik, I want to be second or even your mistress. No problem, I'm not papa Malik.

Please Malik, come back to me. I'm sorry that I just left, but I didn't leave for no reason. There is a reason that makes me have to go away from you Malik," explained Chelsea with sadness. He came closer even to embrace Malik's body.

Malik quickly pushed the woman's body away from her, "Don't be crazy! If you want to go crazy, find someone else's husband. Not me!" malik insisted and found there was a cellphone Chelsea who recorded.

He knitted his eyebrows with an angry look, was taken by the phone roughly and simply removed.

Chelsea who just realized that it was known Malik immediately panicked, "Don't delete Malik, give me back my phone!" he said by trying to take his cellphone from Malik's hand.

Luckily, the man was taller than Chelsea. He can remove even though he is disturbed by what Chelsea did.

"You're sending this disgusting photo to my wife?" malik's wrath stares fiercely at Chelsea. Hearing Malik's voice immediately Chelsea became silent from his rebellion earlier.

"Yes! Why anyway? Let him know that you're mine!" he is also the one who does not want to lose.

Malik clenched his hands and immediately deleted the message that had already checked two grays.

Because it was sent long enough, the photo can no longer be deleted. Malik just growled, there was no way he could vent this anger on a woman.

All the photos and videos were deleted by Malik through the files so that no one was left behind.

"Thank your hands!" tell the police one more. After that, they entered with Papa Malik inside.

One policeman approached them and held Chelsea's hand, "What is this? I didn't commit a police crime!" chelsea shouted in rebellion.

"You're under arrest and don't you have a murder case abroad? How did you escape and escape the airport, huh?" ask the police firmly and make the guts of Chelsea immediately whisked away.

"Do you drink this?" ask the other policeman to point to the drink.

"Yes, sir," said Malik nodding.

"Can't you smell that there's a weird smell like this?" ask the police and get the trousers from Malik.

The policeman then shook his head, "Lots of learning about kissing this smell, you could die if it's too innocent like this!"

Malik flirted with what was said by the police, Chelsea was finally taken to the police station for investigation and whether it was true he was the perpetrator of the murder because his face was almost 100% similar.

Malik and his father walk together in the hotel corridor, guilt in his father's heart also arises because they do not find out first.

"Pa, Malik let's go home, yeah. You see, Chelsea was sending photos when we both to Abibah number. Malik was afraid that Abibah had misunderstood," panicked Malik who had just realized about the photo that had been sent.

"Okay, go home quick. If he doesn't believe you, call Papa, let Papa explain with Abibah" said Papa Malik with a guilty face.

"Yes, Pa, thank you. Malik go first, yeah. Assalamualaikum," said Malik and ran from the corridor of the hotel.

***

I just came home from the market after a long shopping, but the shopping is not too much.

It's just that, because it's the traders who invite stories and confide. I had to listen because it's not good to be left alone.

"I was the place of the complaint complaining, huh? How long is the story," I grumbled and closed the door again.

Walk towards the kitchen with your hands shaking your face so that the wind can blow to a face that is already full of sweat.

I put the shopping bag, wash my feet and hands first and put together the groceries. I took the phone first intend to turn on the music so as not to be too quiet this house.

But when I want to turn on the music. The incoming messages were from a number I didn't recognize and didn't even keep.

"Whose number is this?" ask me and open what message he sent. I was silent for a moment looking at the number that sent the photo along with my sleeping husband.

I read the message, before long the call from Papa came in and I immediately picked up.

"Yes, what's going on Pa?"

"Have you seen the message Chelsea sent?"

"Udah, Dad. It's just now," I said casually as I sat down.

Papa finally explained in detail the incident as well as photographs as evidence that he was not defending his son and blamed the woman.

Actually, my heart was torn when I saw the photo. However, should not we as educated women be rash and should try to calm down?

I was just trying to do that, I was afraid that if I panicked and cried because it had an impact on my future son.