
Mr. Abas smiled at the arrogance of his former friend which was increasingly clearly seen. But he was not that arrogant before. Perhaps it was true, treasures, thrones and standing could make humans change.
While Thoriq, he was so surprised when he saw the treatment of Mr. Anwar on Mr. Abas. He felt that the treatment of men whose hair had been bleached was too excessive, and seemed disrespectful.
"Anwar's. Why did you become a person, too arrogant?"
"Sad. I'm not arrogant, just telling the truth. Your family is already poor, which can rival my family. Especially now that I've messed with the rich, my wealth will increase."
"Anwar Anwar, I didn't expect to have a best friend who has eyes like yours." Mr. Abas shook his head.
"The times are tough, everyone needs money. Don't be a hypocrite."
"Yes, I know you're one of those people in trouble and need a lot of money, right? Well, therefore, my arrival here is to help your finances."
Mr. Anwar laughed out loud, hearing Mr. Abas speak like that. After a few seconds, he was silent.
"Maybe your mind's gone, Bas. Where is it difficult to help the rich? Well, then you guys just go in. Let's just say, this time I'm giving alms to the poor." Said Mr. Anwar accompanied by a small stiffness.
Although Mr. Abas was furious with the attitude of his friend, he still tried to be patient. It was not time to embarrass his friend. So that he could only look seriously at Mr. Anwar, then walk towards the available seats.
"Hey, Bas. Wait a minute." Seru pak Anwar. So that Mr. Abas who had just two steps walking, had to stop his steps, then look back.
"Why don't you bring your fat son? Are you ashamed? And now even bring another woman. Is she your adopted son or your future wife? Hem, pretty too." Mr. Anwar stared longingly at Tsamara.
"Pa's." Her mother Anggara immediately elbowed her husband's arm, because it was found that she had praised other women in front of her.
"This means?" Mr. Abas put his hand on Tsamara's shoulder. Then Mr. Anwar nodded.
"He's not my adopted son or my future wife. But my real son, Tsamara. The woman who was left behind ran away her future husband, right on the day of his wedding. And her future husband is your son.
Oh yeah, I'm old Anwar. Not wanting to marry again. Let my children alone print a new generation in my family.
I'm not like any other man, who, when his wife died, was looking for another woman." Said Mr. Abas in a loud voice, so that made some of the invited guests who heard him so surprised by his words.
Moreover, Tsamara now looks very beautiful, graceful and looks like a classy woman. Much different than before.
Although Tsamara's face appeared on television several times, Mr. Anwar never knew it. Because he rarely sees television broadcasts, except news about business.
"Pa! Eyes conditioned. Don't do it like that." Mama said while hitting her husband's arm.
"Yes, you can sit." Anwar flicked his hand.
Because Abas's entourage arrived late, they finally got the front seat.
The invited guests who saw Tsamara, had been vying to take a picture of her up close. They were so fascinated by her beauty and her beautiful body.
While Tsamara, who felt taken a picture, seemed to smile towards them. He was very friendly with the other guests.
Shortly thereafter, the show began. An MC read out the arrangement of the event. Then the wedding party started.
It was time for the two brides to come forward. Both Anggara's parents picked up the bride in the dressing room. After that, they walked hand in hand towards the event venue.
After the attention of the guests facing Tsamara, now their attention turns to a pair of newlyweds.
The face and appearance of the bride, became the number one thing that was always discussed by the invited guests.
Including that time, they on average commented about the faces of the two brides who looked mediocre. Not manglingi at all.
Because not only one or two people who talk like that, so the family of Mr. Abas heard it. But they didn't really care about it and just smiled an irony smile.
God is indeed fair. Without the need for men tired of retaliating for every action, He has already prepared his reply first.
Just like what happened to Tsamara. He used to be ridiculed for being fat, now he is precisely in puja. While Olive and Anggara who used to be in puja, now they are underestimated.