Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
113. Calculating the donation

The next day, the newlyweds were still slumbering in blankets.

The chirping of the morning bird, the sunlight that enters through the cracks of the window curtain, does not reduce the comfort of both sleeping. Whereas at that time, the hour hand had shown at eleven o'clock in the afternoon.

Downstairs, Anggara's parents have been grumbling ever since. His son and daughter-in-law are the same. It was almost noon, but not yet awake.

He knocked on the door repeatedly, but the result was nil. None of them woke up.

"Are they not finished yet, who did the first night?" Mama muttered, while walking back and forth near the sofa of the family room.

"When he wanted to have children, but still did not change his behavior." Grumpy mama again.

"Ma, they haven't woken up yet?" Said Mr. Anwar, as he approached his wife.

"Papa can see for himself, right? They're not here."

"Ma, we better not wait for them. We open the envelope ourselves. Let them not know how much total donations we got. That's a lot of money, used for both of us."

"Flame is also what it says, papa. Oh yes, the money from Abas yesterday is still the same papa. Remember, there's a part for mama."

"Presents." Mr. Anwar showed both of his thumbs to his wife.

"But, pa. Where did he get that kind of money?"

Anwar put both his shoulders.

"The child is more beautiful and sexy." Said the man, who made his wife's face turn dislikeful.

"Our son did not marry her. But not necessarily, papa can approach Tsamara you know. Look out, if you dare to do that. Mama could circumcise papa's valuable assets, up to the base."

"Mama." Strangled Mr. Anwar, and his body shuddered in pain.

"Come, we open the envelope." Take your mom, while walking towards the donation box, which is next to the sofa.

The woman unlocked it, then took out several envelopes from inside.

"Fifty thousand?" Mama muttered while showing a piece of blue money, to papa.

"Look at this, have papa." Mr. Anwar took out a piece of red money from the envelope he was holding.

Not to be outdone by her husband, Bu Ani grabbed an envelope and opened it. Again he got a blue sheet. He returned angry.

Almost half of the donation box was opened, and on average it was a blue sheet or a red sheet. Nothing is more than that.

Though both if the donation is always above one hundred thousand. Hoping when holding hajat, they can get the same donation money or even more than that.

"Where does papa know. They also look like all rich people. Moreover, mama knows, they drive luxury cars, the clothes are also branded and some are wearing from famous designers. So you think they're gonna give you more of it."

"Don't they just look like capital, pa. Actually not so rich."

"Well, it could be that." Anwar agreed with his wife.

"Pa, the envelope from Abas bring it here."

"What?"

"Is papa deaf? The envelope from Abas bring it here now." Mama's birthday while her hands stretched out towards her husband.

"Yes-yes." Grumbling with annoyance, Anwar stood up and walked towards his room.

Arriving at the room, the man opened the cupboard, then took out a thick brown envelope.

As he walked near the door, he stopped. Then for a moment reopen the contents of the envelope and count the red money sheet in it.

"Ten million." Said Mr. Anwar, rounding his eyes and gaping mouth.

"A lot of it." He muttered again with a happy twinkle.

"Too dear, if you leave it to all mama." The man re-opened his wardrobe, then hid some wayward money under his shirt.

"Presents." Mr. Anwar put on a sly smile, and soon passed out of the room.

**

"Papa, why is it so long?" Spray mama, as Mr. Anwar walks over to her.

"Prophe dong, ma. I forgot to put the money where."

Mr. Anwar handed the brown envelope to his wife. Mama immediately opened and observed for a moment the contents.

"Pa, yesterday's feeling was thick. When you count it, too, it seems a lot. Why is this a little bit."

"Mama's feelings only times. Try counting first."

Mama also inhaled for a moment the distinctive aroma of money, because it had just been taken from the bank and immediately counted it.

"Wow. How many millions, ma?" Ask Anggara in a loud voice. Which made both his parents surprised, because of his presence. So that the money that was just counted mama fell and scattered on the floor.

"Fugitive!" Screeched mama.