Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
127. The sound of knocking on the door

Ms. Husna seemed to frown, while staring at the departure of the Anggara family. Because it considers the treatment of the family that seems strange.

All his age, only this time did he see a family that was shameless and so arrogant as them. He prayed that no one would have such a nature.

Indeed, Thoriq did not tell about the past that his wife had experienced. But if his mother knew for herself and asked him, then he would answer as it is.

The wedding at noon was finally over. The event venue was deserted, there were only a few people who were cleaning the rest of the event venue.

"Sir, I want to go home first. Titip my son yes. Forgive her for not being a good leader for your daughter." Pamit Bu Husna to Mr. Abas.

"Silence, Mom. I will not scold Thoriq, if he cannot play his part as he should. Because after all, everything also needs adaptation. Not immediately able to. But so far as I look, Thoriq is a pretty good young man."

Ms. Husna reviewed the smile, for the praise she said to her only son.

"Thank you, sir. All because God has covered up some of his disgrace." Said the woman beraras ayu, even though her age is not young anymore. She also looks graceful in a Sage-colored kebaya and a matching colored headscarf.

"I'll excuse you, sir. Once again Thoriq."

"Good, Mom." Mr. Abas nodded his head.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Abas, now Ms. Husna said goodbye to Tsamara. He held both hands of his son-in-law.

"Tsamara, mama said to go home first. May your son never disappoint your heart."

"For as long as I have known Brother Thoriq, he has never once hurt Tsamara. May it stay that way, ma."

Ms. Husna commented smilingly at her daughter-in-law's answer. Because her son was always kind to her. So glorifying to women.

After the departure of Ms. Husna, Mr. Abas' family entered the house. They walk to their rooms. Including Tsamara and Thoriq.

"Thoriq, would you like to rest in the guest room or in Tsamara's room?"

Mr. Abas is flirting with his new son-in-law. So that Thoriq seemed to sing a thin smile while scratching his head, because of wrong behavior.

"Thoriq's stuff is in the guest room, um."

Farah who was still there, immediately invited Soffin to go to his room. So that the little boy would not hear the adult chatter.

Soffin fears that he's suffering from his illness. So that nothing all asked, which can make Farah stress think of the answer.

"Come, let's go to the room. Change clothes first, let's not rage."

"Soffin slept with Thoriq's sister, brother."

"Eh, where can. Brother Thoriq just bothered, should not be disturbed."

"But, sis..."

"If you want to go to Tsamara's room right now, that's okay. Aren't you two legal? Later your belongings will be prepared by the housekeeper." Tawar pak Abas, after the departure of Soffin and Farah.

"Good, um."

"You guys take care of it, good how. Papa wants to go to the room first to change clothes."

Mr. Abas immediately went up the stairs. Farah and Soffin were already on the stairs. And now only Thoriq and Tsamara are left. Both of them now look awkward.

"To the room first. I'm gonna go clean up my stuff."

"Do you want me to help you, brother?"

"no need. Just a little." The man shook his head slowly.

"All right then. If there's anything call Tsa, yes."

Thoriq gave a faint smile.

"Why should you contact? If you can meet in person. We're gonna live in a house."

"Em, yes, too." Tsamara smiled shyly, until she lowered her gaze.

"Yes already. Tsa's going to the room first."

"Yes, please." Thoriq nodded his head.

He looked at his wife who was walking through one step of the stairs. After his shadow was no longer visible, he entered his room.

For a moment he sat on the edge of the bed breathing deeply, before long he carved a smile on his face. Because what became his goal was fulfilled.

While in the upper room, the Tsamara room. The girl did the same with her husband.

Sitting in the front seat of her dressing table, while staring at her reflection through the mirror. She smiled, and finally her desire to get married came true.

Shortly afterwards, there was a knock on the door. The girl stood up and immediately saw who was knocking on the door of her room.

"Auntie." He murmured, frowning. When the guess is wrong.

She thought the one who knocked on her door was her husband.

"Eh, sorry non. There are guests below." Say aunty with an unpleasant face.

"Alright, bi. Please tell me to wait a minute. Tsamara get changed first."

"Well, non." the housekeeper immediately passed away to convey his duties.