Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
128. Misjudged

Thamara, Thoriq and his papa are not taking a day off. After changing his clothes, they came out to greet some guests who had come.

They arrived late because there were some interests that could not be left behind.

Mr. Abas' family, don't bother about it. Because the most important thing is the arrival of the guests and sincere prayers from them, for the good of the newlyweds household.

Until the afternoon the family of Mr. Abas sat in front of the terrace of the house, to welcome guests who were alternating keep coming.

Until the time of the Maghreb came, they went into the house to clean themselves. The three men entered their rooms.

Thoriq went looking for his things that were not on the bed, nor in the cupboard.

The man came out of the room to ask the person he met.

"Bi, sorry to ask. Do you know where my things are in the guest room?"

"Oh, I've moved to a non-Thamara room."

"What's? Who sent aunt?"

"Master, den. Sorry I just said it now."

"Oh, it's okay to be bi." Thoriq gave a thin smile.

"Then, auntie, excuse me."

"Yes, please."

After the departure of the housekeeper, Thoriq scratched his head in sudden confusion as to what to do. Suddenly he felt nervous to meet his legitimate wife.

But because all his belongings were already in his wife's room, then inevitably he had to follow her to his room.

Arriving in front of the room he stood for a moment, then slowly knocked on the door.

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While in the room, Tsamara was surprised to see one suitcase near the door of her room. At once she curled a smile, knowing it was her husband's suitcase.

He pulled the suitcase towards the wardrobe. Then disassemble the contents and put them in the cupboard.

Not finished he composed the clothes, there was a knock on the door.

"Therefore, brother Thoriq." He muttered while smiling faintly.

Hurry up and open the door. And sure enough, it was her husband who knocked on the door. The man gave a thin smile.

"Sorry, my suitcase is in your room."

"Yes brother. Let's go in." Take Tsamara with a charming smile.

Thoriq nodded his head, then stepped his feet into his wife's room. The first impression he saw was the elegant design of the room.

The nuances of the room are all gold, a luxurious bed, because in addition to its large size there are also many carvings on each side.

Not only that, in every corner of the room there are also fresh flowers. So that adds to the impression that so spoils the newlywed couple.

After that Tsamara closed the door and followed her husband who was walking towards her suitcase.

"Sorry brother, I haven't finished moving your things into the closet."

"It's okay. I'm so grateful to you. Because that bike is you to me."

"It's okay. Yes, I took a shower first. Let me finish my job."

Once again Thoriq thanked her, then took a change of clothes and took her to the bathroom. While Tsamara herself returned to tidying her husband's clothes.

After a few minutes, Thoriq finally came out of the bathroom. His fragrant aroma instantly burst into the room.

Tsamara, who was sitting near the dresser, spontaneously turned to follow the direction of her sense of smell. His face carved out a smile, especially as Thoriq slowly approached him.

"I'm done, it's your turn. Don't forget, her make up is cleaned well. I'm waiting for you."

Tsamara's face immediately warmed, as Thoriq said to wait for her.

"Ba-good, brother. I'll take a shower." The girl got up, and rushed to the bathroom.

Tsamara was so stubborn, as this was her first time serving her husband. So that the girl cleansed her body thoroughly. So that when her husband approaches her, she is confident.

While outside the bathroom, Thoriq was looking for equipment to pray. But he did not find it.

"Sister."

Thoriq who was standing in front of the closet turned to, Tsamara. He swallowed saliva when he saw his wife only wearing a white towel limited to the chest.

"Would you like to get some clothes, huh?" Tsamara shook her head.

"Indeed, I deliberately didn't bring any clothes."

"Lhoh, why?"

"Didn't you say you were waiting for me? So from time to time undress, yes I do not wear clothes all over."

"I mean, I'm waiting for you to pray together." Thoriq said, despite feeling bad about his wife.

Especially when he had just said that, Tsamara's face immediately turned red.

"Oh, that's yes." Lirih Tsamara, he could not hide his shame.

It felt like he covered his face with a pillow, or blew the wind that made him forget the unpleasant incident.

"Yes, I'll get a change of clothes first." Wrote the girl again. Then she picked up the clothes in the closet, which happened to be the door that had been opened by her husband.

Thoriq inhaled deeply the fragrant aroma that emanated from his wife's body, as he stood nearby.

Undeniably, as a normal man he also burned up the turmoil to do so. But before doing that, he wanted to pray first and not forget dinner. So that he has the power to unbox.