Aunty's Matchmaker
Not Romantic in the Movies

Still same. Flashback wkwkwk

I only shook my head quickly as I briefly looked towards Mr. Malik who was staring and apparently heard my words.

"Sorry, pardon. Abibah's parents?" auntie Dwi asked my parents who were turning their backs on us.

"Yes, what's up, huh?" asked Mama and followed Papa staring at Auntie Dwi also Om Dimas.

Their faces looked surprised, Mama smothered her mouth and stood up. His eyes were already glazed over, I was slightly forward to see the expression on Auntie Dwi's face.

It turned out the same, he also looked surprised, happy and happy. From there I knew that they were best friends from Junior High to college.

They separated because Auntie Dwi who married first and lost contact from Mama, until finally they thought to match us.

Not because there was an agreement in school. However, Auntie Dwi wanted me to change her son so as not to touch the bastard again.

Because he is still a layman. Mama and I are not as diverse as people, have not been able to participate in the study every day even I sometimes still use pants even though not tight when out of the house.

However, Mama and I have migrated with Istiqamah using a veil. Mama can already use the syar'i gown while I sometimes.

In the depths of the heart the deepest of hearts is very desirable. But look at what happened today.

If other people think negatively about me, maybe they will sneer with the sentence, "Sir'i gamis, really turned out to go home until midnight twelve. What a woman is that."

That's why I'm still reluctant doesn't mean unwilling, very willing and very eager for sure. Hopefully someday.

Flashback off

"Wooy!" yelled Aulia while holding my shoulder which reflexively lifted because I was shocked. He laughed out loud because it made me shocked.

"Haish this you! My pen is tabok, huh?" I asked by staring intently at him the hand that was ready to float.

"So, what are you doing here? Classes are starting, though! Dreaming alone, entered with Mbak Kunti just know, lu!" reprimand Aulia who stood beside me.

I looked at the watch, sure enough it turned out that I had been remembering the unfortunate incident for too long.

"Yes, yuk! To class," take me by standing up and start moving on to the next class.

"Where are you from?" ask me while swinging my legs down the campus.

"Stomach pain."

"What's the same?"

"Batagor was."

"Oh."

"Well, is that it?" aulia asked in shock.

"Well, so what should it be?"

"Supply a more cake-worthy meal!"

"Unfortunately isn't it worth it?"

"Huh, it's hard to have a boss stingy mah!" cibir Aulia's.

"Ck! Finance I haven't seen, gosah all said to be in agreement deh! Besides, wait for your payday too!" I looked at Aulia.

We went to a class where there were no lecturers, one course schedule face-to-face for 50 minutes was completed.

As I was tidying up the books, suddenly someone came to Aulia's desk, which was right beside me.

"Aulia, called Mr. Daryo anyway. He was told to go to his room" said the student flatly and just walked away.

"Oh, thanks. Abibah, I met Mr. Daryo first, yes. You go home first, later in the afternoon I come to the cafe, really," said Aulia and ran a little out of class.

Mr. Daryo was part of asking for student dues every semester, I immediately followed Aulia. There's no way he'd be sent to Mr. Daryo's room if it wasn't for the campus.

Aulia was facing Mr. Daryo, lucky that the door was not closed. A little peek at Mr. Daryo's state of focus towards Aulia.

"Aulia, it's been a month that you've been waiting for college tuition. You want to not be able to take the exam?" asked Mr. Daryo firmly staring at Aulia.

My heart was filled to hear the words of my friend, he never really wanted to borrow let alone the story of his distress to me.

He will always seem fine without a burden, when it turns out there is a burden so heavy on his shoulders.

"I don't want to know anymore Aulia, at least you're a great-grandchild too. You want to be unable to take the exam?" asked Mr. Daryo with that thick black mustache.

I felt I knew enough about what I had to help, started to retreat and straighten the body that had bent earlier.

"Yes ...!" my screams and the person in front instantly smothered my mouth. How can I not scream? Suddenly when I wanted to turn around there was already someone standing behind me.

I thrashed out asking to be released, he even led me into a slightly silent corridor. I hit his arm to open this mouth.

"Father what the hell, anyway!" my ketus is fierce by rubbing my lips.

"What are you? Shouting kayaking in the woods!" reproofing.

"Why are you behind me?"

"Why were you in front of that room?"

"It's not your business!" cut me off quickly and intend to leave him.

But I lost fast. My tiny hand was first pulled Mr. Malik back to make me hit his chest.

Tuk ...!

Sick, plis! There are no romantic cakes in novels let alone the movie Aca-aca onoh! Or ... I'll be in his hand next door while we look at each other.

There is no such thing, the nose hurts as well as the face because it hit the chest he is already like iron!

"Aw ... sick, sir!" I hit his arm hard. Uh, how presumptuous of you Abibah!

I rubbed my face and my nose with a frown, this suer hurts anyway!

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" said Mr. Malik and slightly lowered his head to see my face.

"You don't want to be betrothed, you know! Do not hurt me too, I also do not like the same Father and do not want to be the same Father! But, don't think gini dong!" I snatched with my heart.

I immediately ran with the already unbearable dew, was it? Why even cry really, I don't know I'm still hurt especially he said I'm not civilized.

Kusapu tears are also clear liquid that is always present even though not invited to use my hood.

Swinging feet quickly, back past Mr. Daryo's office. I see, there's no Aulia.

"Sir, excuse me!" I said in the doorway looking right and left hoping Aulia didn't know I was here.

"Lake in!" tell Mr. Daryo to tell me to come in.

I nodded after feeling no sign of Aulia, sitting on the bench opposite Mr. Daryo.

"I'm sorry to bother you sir, I'm Abibah."

"Yes, I know him. Wh why? You have no arrears" he stared at me.

"I know, sir. It's a student problem whose name is Aulia. She ... wait how many months and how much does it cost, huh, sir?"

"He's been waiting for a semester" explained Mr. Daryo without the slightest friendly expression.

"8 million Sir?" manywould be surprised. Because, I never pay him late especially less always I exaggerate because in order to help ease the cost of his college.

"No, he's 5 million. Only 3 million more, really," said Mr. Daryo.

"Oh yes, if so sir. I'm the one that's paid off, undaunted, yeah." I took my phone in my bag and opened the digital wallet app.

After typing the destination number, I sent three million directly to Mr. Daryo, "Udah, right, sir?" ask me with a little smile and a sigh of relief.

"OK, already. Thank you," said Mr. Daryo while looking for the file. Maybe, want to cross the name of Aulia from the list of students who have not paid semester.

"Oh, yes sir. Don't tell Aulia that I paid for it, yes, sir. I'll excuse you, excuse me!"