Aunty's Matchmaker
Cement

Flashback again

I blinked when I heard the sound from outside the room, I was not working on the obligation.

Immediately to the bathroom to urinate first and also wash this face, I put the phone on the nightstand and immediately took it.

"It's only seven o'clock," I muttered at the numbers that were displayed.

Very slowly, I opened the door of this guest room so as not to make them switch their eyes towards me.

"Goddesses?" ask someone from behind when I was closing the door when it was very slow.

I immediately turned around and looked towards Mister Malik who squinted his eyes looking intently at me.

"Yes, your own student saved you! Aren't you ashamed, ha?" ask Om with a tone that returns high.

I was still staring, reluctant to get close to them. Afraid I'd get spouted too.

"Here you go, kid. Why are you still sitting there?" ask the baritone's voice softly to me. It was very strange, Mr. Malik's voice was so scary.

Same turn? Uh, but her time was also mad at me. What wrong? With courage I nodded and walked towards the three of them.

"If there had been no Abibah last night, you might have been a corpse this morning!" firmly Om Dimas and go passed when I just sat down.

Auntie Dwi rubbed Mr. Malik's knees, I was sitting on the single sofa just staring at them. Mr. Malik looked at the floor with regret.

As for me, still like a person who misses pillows, bolsters are also mattresses. It's so sleepy!

"Let's have breakfast, after this we take your car and bring Abibah to go home," explained Auntie Dwi staring at me gently.

I smiled and nodded, the woman went in the same direction as Om Dimas earlier. I too want to catch up with them.

However, my hand pulled by Mr. Malik made me sit back in the original place, "What's the matter, sir?" I just put on a confused eyebrow.

"What did you say to my parents?" he asked with eyes crossed like a man ready to eat another man alive.

"Don't say anything, really. Just saying if Mr. Mabok, eh no. My father also knew that Mr. Mabok," I replied casually and released his hand in my hand.

He stared at what I was doing, "Father is less pro, the new drinking time is so late. How many bottles, sir? Half a glass, right? I can still take 5 bottles to Mars. Cemen Mr mah!" my lips and immediately ran to the road that was passed by Om and Aunt earlier.

Hopefully the kitchen, anyway, because I don't know where this is going either. I didn't see how he had full expression.

Merely, at first glance it seemed like a horn had already come out of his head. I don't really say anything about ever drinking that illicit stuff.

Know what I don't feel like, just to make that guy a little embarrassed. There's no harm, is there?

I put my foot steps down, there's no way I'm gonna have to run to the dinner table. Om and Aunt have been waiting with a variety of food that has been served.

"Please sit down, son. After eating, we'll take your ID" said Om Dimas and I replied with a nod.

"How did you sleep? Is comfortable? I'm sorry, yeah, if you have to get up so early when you've just gone to bed. Fearfully, both of your parents were looking for your whereabouts," Auntie Dwi's timp looked at me sitting next to her.

"Father, aunt, I will be able to connect in her sleeping house" I replied with a small oddity.

Someone just came and pulled a chair for him to sit on, Auntie Dwi started to spoon the rice into each plate.

"Sorry, Aunt. Have me not much," said I who felt like it would be my plate.

"Why? Don't you have to have a strong energy 'wasn't you sleep deprived last night?" tanya Aunty still with a spoon of rice.

"No need Auntie, it's quite that," I said with rice that only two spoons put Auntie Dwi on the plate.

"Jude, you have to eat a lot. Let the body fat," said Auntie Dwi who I only reply with a nod.

I picked up the side dish in front, actually I don't really like fish and meat as well as eggs. I'm allergic to eggs.

At home, I always eat vegetables, say vegetarian.

"You vegetarian?" chirps Auntie Dwi while staring at the contents of my plate.

"Hehehe, not Auntie. Again I want to eat this," my dear and begin to raise my hand.

I felt that everyone was looking at me and it was true, I saw them staring as if I was out of nowhere.

"Eh, why Aunty? Is it not Malik Muslim?" I asked who had no idea where the discussion was going.

Auntie Dwi sparkled, I saw Om Dimas looking down with a sad face and Mr Malik? He even chews his food.

***

Mr. Malik and his family finally really drove me home safely, before we had gone to the house of Mr. RT to take the car and my ID card.

Then, Mr. Malik's car was immediately put into the workshop and later after from my house they will go home using a taxi.

I went out and looked at the car in the yard, "Whose car is Abibah?" ask Auntie Dwi who also opened the door.

"M-mama's car is my Papa Aunt," I replied stammeringly.

"Not to be afraid, Auntie and Om will explain. You don't have to worry" said Auntie Dwi to calm me down.

I finally nodded and we started to go inside the house, knocking on the door and hoping that Mama would not immediately pull out her horns and get angry.

"Eh, isn't she home yet? Enter, Non. The same madam you have come home and in the living room, I think angry," whispered Bibik.

"Have you been home a long time, huh, Bik?"

"Jam 6 was Non."

"Who's Bik? Ask Abibah to come in!" my mother shouted clearly from inside.

I immediately swallowed my salivary and stared towards the back where Mr. Malik's family and Mr. Malik were.

"Please come in, Om and Auntie," I said slightly away from the door when Bibik was no longer there after opening the door wide.

I walked behind the woman who was wearing jens pants as well as a white shirt with unraveling hair while thinking for fear of being scolded let alone being suddenly kicked out of this house.

Screaming towards Mr. Malik whose face was expressionless and staring straight, he had not thanked me at all.

Did he forget? I need to bang his head back on the steering wheel of his car so he remembers that I helped him.

"Basic sucks!" I nodded and threw my eyes back to the floor.

"Who are you talking about?"

Deg ...!