Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
114. Drama envelope

"Feature, you surprise your mother." Mama's murmur was upset, and immediately scooped up the scattered money.

"Surprising how? Did you not hear our footsteps?"

Anggara and Olive sat on the empty sofa, looking at the money sheet.

"Yesterday Anggara saw that Tsamara's papa gave a thick envelope. It must be a lot, pa." Anggara's view now turns to Mr. Anwar.

"Tell me, just ask Mom. Just been counted."

"Don't you count it yesterday?"

"Yes, but now I forgot. Know for yourself, papa was tired yesterday."

"Mas, let's just eat yuk. Hungry to know." Olive held her stomach.

"Come, I happen to be very hungry." Anggara also held her stomach, while standing up.

"Hey, you guys help me first." Prevent mama.

"But, ma. We're hungry." Anggara said while holding his stomach.

"There's no excuse. Anyway, you guys have to help us." Firm mom.

"Ma, Olive's just pregnant. What's not to do with the baby in Olive's stomach. What if defect? Because of malnutrition."

"You're malnourished, or you're lacking a nose, you don't care."

"Ih, it's too late. I want to be a grandmother too. If Olive's son is ugly, you're ashamed. Later mama will be insulted by neighbors, and friends Arisan. Papa too, is papa want to be insulted by papa's relationship? Got an ugly and flawed grandson." Cerocos Olive with an exasperated heart was half dead, for having in-laws who were not considerate.

For a moment both Anggara's parents fell silent while thinking. And soon they shook their heads.

"Of course I don't want to have an ugly and disabled granddaughter. Yeah, you ate there first." Mama said as she waved her hand, telling her son and daughter-in-law to go to the dining room.

"That's what it says, mama. Quickly eat there! But remember, don't spend it. You're here just hitchhiking." Imbuh, Anwar sir.

"Well, that's dong. We go to the back first." Anggara wrapped his hand on Olive's shoulder, which was pursing her lips.

"Suami and wife, same thing. Equally stingy." Anggara's wife muttered.

"What did you say? We're stingy?" Mama's birthday, who clearly heard the babbling of her daughter-in-law.

"Basic, the son-in-law doesn't know himself. Already hitchhiking, still beratai stingy." Grumpy mama, while staring at the departure of the child and his daughter-in-law. After that, he again recalculated the messy money earlier.

While in the kitchen, Olive and Anggara sat while facing the hood of food, which is believed to be there will be a lot of food hidden there.

"What?" Say both compact, when Olive opened the hood serving and only found rice, fried egg balado, and spinach vegetables are still a little.

"Is-this serious?" Olive said as she choked her voice, not believing what she saw.

"What kind of food do you eat every day like this?" Ask Olive, very curious.

"Every day we always eat nutritious food. Yes, one example is like this. There are vegetables, carbohydrates and animal protein."

"You're saying foods like this are nutritious? If not nutritious, what would it look like?"

Olive shook her head, got up, and walked towards the refrigerator. Arriving there, he opened the refrigerator door, to see what was stored there.

"Hem, apparently you're hiding food here huh." Mumbled the pregnant mother, then plucked a piece of cake and hurriedly finished it in one bite.

After the cake ran out, Olive took a bowl of jerky, then brought it to the dining table.

"Why are the dishes not stored in the microwave? It can stay warm."

"Okay, I don't know either. Broken the microwave times." Anggara replies casually, while taking a piece of rice and putting it on his plate.

Olive did the same with her husband. He took rice and vegetables and side dishes. Then both enjoy breakfast and lunch back in jama' into one time.

Ergh...

The two burp together, which indicates that they are already full. They rested their bodies on their seats, rubbing their stomachs.

While in the family room, mom and dad have finished opening the entire donation envelope.

It turns out that the survey proves, that the biggest donor is Mr. Abas. With a nominal of ten million rupiah. But into the hiding place of Mr. Anwar three million rupiah.

While other guests, only donate one red or blue note only.

"Evidently, it turns out that all papa coworkers just look rich. But the real poor." Grumpy mama.

"Where does papa know. If they have any wishes, I'll come and bring an empty envelope. Let's know how they taste."