Aunty's Matchmaker
Accelerated

"Cowok mah nyebelin, yes, Mas. All you want is for the girl to be thin-ketir," I grumbled annoyed.

"Yes, what's the long time for, right? The worship should not be gradually, it should be hastened," said Mas Malik focused on the streets.

"Yes, but Aulia also has to care about marriage for a week."

I was expressing frustration as well as opinion, Erwin's side gave me a week after the proposal.

Reception will be made at Aulia's house, Aulia was surprised to get a rejection from Erwin when he applied for a month.

Erwin even said that a week is enough, inevitably Aulia agreed. Starting tomorrow, the cafe will be taken care of by me again.

"Where is the cafe?" mas Malik asked glanced at me.

"Yes, tomorrow I have to take care of Mas. All the employees will also be able to leave their own cousins there, right?"

"I'll help you find a woman too, so you don't need to work there for long." I nodded and smiled.

"Thank you, sir."

Mas Malik smiled and rubbed my head gently, I felt lucky to be treated so sweetly.

If time could take longer to turn, I don't want to quickly end up being the role of Mas Malik's wife.

We got to the front of the house, I went out to open the gate. The car came in and I washed it back.

When going into the house, the voice of Mas Malik's mobile phone rang. He took it and saw the name.

"Hello, yeah, what's up Pa?"

"..."

"Well, Malik's going to the police station tomorrow. Yeah, we'll meet you there, Pa."

The call ended, I didn't know they were talking about what was on the phone.

"Tomorrow, Mas Sama Papa was told to the police station to take care of Chelsea's problem," explained Mas Malik and walked to open the door.

"Kasian, yes, he's Mas" said I, concerned about Chelsea's situation.

"Yes, he's wrong too, right?"

"But his parents did not separate. He won't believe it will be."

"Here it is, he is no longer a child who does not know the consequences of his mistakes."

I was silent and lowered my head to walk into the room, feeling overwhelmed by the fate of Chelsea who had to be behind bars.

After cleaning and wearing sleepwear, my phone rang making me take it after seeing the name.

"Assalamualaikum, what's wrong Ma?" after pressing the green button.

"Waalaikumsalam, darling. Is Mama bothering you?"

"No, Ma. What's up?" I asked while looking at Mas Malik who entered the room while carrying a glass of water and put it on the nightstand.

"Mmc ... Honey, how about we have a wedding reception in a month?" ask Mama doubtfully.

"Haha, may Ma. Yaudah, we have another month, yeah."

"Yes .. alhamdulillah. Mama's afraid that you'll refuse for another month at the reception."

"No, Ma. Abibah is the best according to Mama."

"Well, good night, yeah."

"Yes, Ma. Mama too, yeah."

"Why?" asked Mas Malik looking at me.

"Say Mama's new prescription is in a month."

Mas Malik just ber'oh' ria, I stared at what the man would do.

"Eh! What's to do?" tanyaku with a little hurry when he saw himself about to unbutton the shirt worn.

"Open up" replied Mas Malik innocently looking at me.

"Ck! In the bathroom, kali! Why is it even here!" my reprimand is not out of thought with what he wants to do.

"Yes, why? You're my wife. I've seen everything, no there's been a baby in your stomach even," explained Mas Malik pointed to my stomach with a smile.

"Don't be, just stay! In the bathroom there, it's good here!" I got up and pushed her body into the bathroom.

"Haha, which one do you want to see? Above ... or .. below?" tanya Mas Malik lowered his eyebrows.

"Foot end!" ketusku and immediately close the bathroom door.

I rubbed my stomach, only to realize that I did not tell Aulia about my pregnancy. Let this be a gift at her reception.

"Who .. has slept?" asked Mas Malik while pricking my cheek. I pretended to be asleep and wanted to know what he was doing.

His hand rubbed my head, "You know, honey? I was lucky to get a wife like you, sorry that at the beginning I looked so unkind or even rude to you.

However, to be honest that I have no bad intentions for you. I remain angry and jealous to see you close to another man." Mas Malik's voice sounded half whispered. I had a little trouble hearing what he said.

His slow voice was like singing me, the intention to sleep pretending to finally fail in the middle of the road. I fell asleep and didn't know what else he said after that.

***

"Honey .. wake up, it's dawn," said Mas Malik slowly by wiping my hair. I blinked my eyes and looked around.

"Ih ... It's still 2 o'clock too!" ketusku with a typical sound of people waking up.

The man just chuckled, "Shalat tahajud, yuk! I miss praying with you and your faith" she explained which inexplicably made me sad.

He who was sitting immediately I embraced, "Mas, don't say that," I said with a slight sob.

"Well, what's wrong with you? How come it's crying?" asked Mas Malik in a worried voice.

"Don't tell me that, like what! Abibah doesn't like to talk about it!" my ketus hit his thighs hard.

"Haha, yeah-yes. Sorry, yes. Yehudah if that, yuk!" invite him with a soothing smile.

I looked up and nodded in agreement with his invitation, it turned out to be true, yes, that the marriage was 10% delicious because the 90% was delicious again. Maa Shaa Allah.

I put my hands together and recited the prayers I wanted. Unknowingly, tears flowed.

Feeling that God is so good and fair in my life, God took my parents and replaced them with a husband who could not only be a husband. But also; father, friend, brother and co-worker.

I kissed Mas Malik's hand with reverence, he kissed my head. He rubbed his flat stomach and smiled.

"Honey, it's fine in your stomach, yes," said Mas Malik as if talking to our baby-to-be.

"Eh, not Mama. But, Umma. Abibah wants to be called Umma not Mama," said I who felt wrong.

"It turns out wrong darling, sorry Abi mispronounced. Apparently, Umma is not Mama" said Mas Malik with a smile.

I chuckled and shook my head, rubbing the head of Mas Malik who was partially covered in peci.

There is no marriage, I believe in it. However, if mutually reinforcing, understanding and unselfish.

Everything will be fine and able to be handled together.