Aunty's Matchmaker
Proposal

While cooking, the sound of the car is heard from outside. I saw the clock on the new wall showing at 2 p.m.

Not yet time to go home from work, he must have gone home to explain the matter that Papa explained earlier on the phone and the photo.

I pretended not to understand first, wanting to see the honesty of my husband even though there was a funny feeling later because I had to pretend to be angry with him.

"Assalamualaikum," greeted the baritone's voice as he opened the unlocked door.

"Waalaikumsalam," I murmured while still focusing on cutting vegetables.

I didn't look, but I heard his footsteps getting closer to me.

"Honey," he called slowly like the perpetrator who was caught wrong.

I just kept quiet and did not respond even just glanced at him.

"Darling .. I can be clear," he continued.

"Explain!" I stared coldly at him. He seemed surprised by my high voice. Seeing her shocked expression even made me want to laugh.

I guess I should apologize after this. Sinning feels to raise the voice of the husband let alone make him shocked like that.

"I was framed Honey, somehow he put the file into Papa's office and their specified meeting schedule was at the hotel.

I don't check it because usually nothing like this ever happens, I trust you. I'm a fucking moron, honey, you can hate me.

But, please don't let me down let alone wanting to part with me. Who do I hug when I go to sleep?"

"Isn't there a woman? He's the one you're hugging and the kiss!" my mind is inexhaustible. Maybe he was still thinking about it, which sucks!

Beyond my estimation, Mas Malik even rested and held this hand. He knelt down on my knees, which made me panic.

Turn off the stove that is frying chicken, for fear that it will burn out because of the preoccupation with afternoon drama heading this afternoon.

I helped Mas Malik get up, tears seemed to wash over his face. So scared was he that I was going?

I looked at the chocolate nano stick deep, saw sincerity also sincerity in it. He didn't lie to me.

I hugged her body without saying anything, "Mas ... Abibah believes what he says, there is no need to be afraid. Abibah will remain by Mas' side until then. Until, what separates us is death" I said to him.

His hand rubbed my back, a kiss was given on this veil-covered head. I smile and am grateful, as loving as this is now Mas Malik to me.

"Thank you, thank you Abibah" he whispered, still clearly in my ear. I answered her whisper.

Mas Malik did not return to the office again, after the Asar prayer. We decided to plant and arrange the pots that will be filled with various flowers.

"Mas, buy rabbit dong. Or cats, let there be pets" I said, advising men who were still focused on putting soil in pots.

"Mmm .. there are already fish," he said reminding ornamental fish in the living room.

"Yes, it can't be hugged or talked to. It is usually eaten and full!" ketusku and twisting lazy eyeball.

"There is Mas, you hug and talk to Mas" he said and looked at my face.

I snorted in annoyance and shook my head in order to hold back the patience to not hit this man in front of me using the pot I was holding.

"So we're leaving tonight?" mas Malik asked suddenly which made me frown.

"Where?"

"Lah's Aulia's proposal. Time you don't remember, anyway."

"You are young and forgetful."

"Forgiving is not just because of the age factor, but because a lot is thought of," I explained with busy hands compacting the ground.

"What do you think?" ask Mas Malik facing towards me. I looked straight at him.

"You," my god with a sweet smile. He looked misbehaved and made the sound of laughter instantly audible.

"Wow ... My rabbit is starting to come back .. What good to give you, huh?"

"Currently, what! Don't macem-macem, yeah!" firmly I'm afraid if he does something nasty later.

"Don't blame me dong, your people are teasing me."

"That's tempting, too weak!" my lips.

***

After praying Isya with me at home and Mas Malik at the musala around the house area.

We finally walked towards Aulia's house, she had already contacted me apparently from this afternoon to remind this.

However, because it is busy with prospective flowers that will be filled later. So, the call from him was not heard by me.

"Abibah ...!" she screamed in the doorway when she saw me get out of the car.

"But instead of going into the room. Why even at your door?" I asked and walked alone with him.

"Well, I'm waiting for you. Lu is special from the others," explained Aulia smiling.

"Delicious, you're so pretentious!" We went inside and Mas Malik I just left. Aulia and I went into the room.

In the room, there were only the two of us. The make-up man said Aulia had gone first and here too there was Mama Aulia and her sister as well as her new father.

"You happy?" I stared at Aulia. For some reason, it feels very sad to feel that you will lose someone close to us.

Release him to be busy with his own world later, busy taking care of his husband and also his household.

Aulia nodded, "Udah, ah! Lu mah! Don't do it, so sad me!" sebal Aulia and fan her face so that tears do not fall.

I just smiled, Aulia held my hand and stared fixedly at this face, "Thank you, yes, thank you for being such a good friend. Friends who guide me even though I sometimes still ngeyel and hard to say, thanks for always being there when I am sad and happy. Thanks though. Thank you Abibah."

Tears filled my face, I carried Abibah's body into my arms. We cried together for the first time.

Crying happily, crying farewell. Although there is still a month left for her wedding.

However, it was not a long time and not necessarily Erwin's side agreed. It could be that his family wants to speed up the marriage because they feel they are compatible with Aulia.

Mix began to sound and boisterous sounds rang out into the room, my hand held by Aulia as if to be a tranquilizer in the turmoil of her heart.

His lips did not stop reciting Istighfar, a little funny to see the panicked face of women who usually always look calm.

"Irpan ntar you invite what don't you?" I try to melt the atmosphere.

"Angat, all aunt-tante girang panyanya," chirped Aulia who re-hashed as usual.

I just chuckled and shut my mouth so as not to be heard to the front, there was still a grudge against the man he was always proud of. Strange is love. It can make us happy, hurt, even traumatized.