Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
145. Initiate effort

Early in the morning in a different place and away from the family, Tsamara and Thoriq had woken up from their sleep. The two also finished their breakfast the next morning.

After making sure things were not missed, the two left for the airport.

Without asking Tsamara to put her hand on her husband's arm. Both of them looked very friendly, even though it was in a taxi or on a plane.

"Are you sure you're leaving this island?" Tanya Thoriq confirmed, before the plane took off.

Tsamara, who had seen the situation around from the window, now turned her eyes to look at her husband.

"Yakin. Our family is there. The time we want to stay here continues. Unless there's more sustenance. We can make it a point to come again."

"Just pray, may your husband always be waged by his provision. So that we can visit the beautiful places of this world." Thoriq placed his hand on Tsamara's.

"certain." Reply Tsamara with a smile.

Shortly thereafter, the plane began flying.

**

In a rented house, since a few days ago Olive and Anggara practiced using laundry tools.

The laundry tools they bought a second of a laundry that was closed, and happened to be offered online in a market place.

They've used it a few times, and it looks pretty good.

Both have officially opened a laundry business. In front of his house, they put up a large banner. So that the man who happens to pass in front of his house, knows.

Not only that, the two also made a brochure and spread it to the right-left neighbor around his residence.

During the three days of opening the laundry business, no one had approached yet.

Desperate of course both felt. Because they do not have the strong mentality to become a businessman. Even though his father was also a businessman.

They both seem to blame each other.

Olive does not accept if the limited edition goods have been sold and the money is used for business capital, but it does not work.

Anggara, too, does not take the blame. Because he only gave a suggestion and initially Olive also agreed to it.

Fortunately, the commotion immediately stopped, when a neighbor came and brought two large bags.

"Sir, I want laundry." Said the mothers who had just arrived.

Olive and Anggara were very sparkling in his face. Then quickly nodded his head.

"Yes, Mom." Reply to both, then Olive immediately weighed all the clothes.

"This is Ma'am, the take note. Thank you." Thank you." Said Olive, handing over a piece of paper to the mother in front of her.

"Yes, mom. You're welcome."

"Let me wash it. You're just here. Who knows if there are visitors coming again. Or do other light work. Keep your content." Anggara said before passing to the back.

Olive smiles if she sees the attention shown by Anggara. They had just fought and blamed each other.

While sitting down, Olive plays her phone. He tried to advertise in the market place. Who knows, there are two people who need their services.

While waiting for visitors, Olive busies herself with other activities.

After a few minutes passed, a mother came to his yard. Olive who saw his arrival, greeted him with a friendly smile.

"Please, Mom. Can I help you?"

"This, madam. I want laundry, but tomorrow I have to? There are some clothes to wear tomorrow. If so, please take me to my house. It's close from here. Just follow this road, straight south it turns left, straight a little until the intersection. Well my house is near the crossroad, orange paint. In the name of Amel's mother."

For a moment Olive fell silent while scratching her head. Because he was just a newcomer. Not the natives there. If you refuse, fear will impact on the effort that is being pioneered.

"Good, Mom. I will try to make it for the customer's comfort."

"thank you. Oh yeah, save my number. If you're still confused while dropping off, you can call me."

"Ah, yes. I think it's much better, ma'am. What's the phone number?" Ask Olive excitedly.

"Is anyone coming again?" Anggara's question looks excited. Olive nodded her head.

"In this case, I'm in the spirit of washing his clothes." Anggara muttered, while removing clothes that have been washed from the washing machine.

**

It was late afternoon, Olive raised her clothes. Then put the clothes near the rubbing place.

"Let me just Liv, who's ironing her clothes. You'll cook for dinner tonight." Olive according to her husband. Then he went to the kitchen.

Usually both of them eat delicious food with greed, without the need to bother cooking. If the food served by her domestic assistant was not good, the two of them immediately got angry.

But now it doesn't happen again. Anggara understand if sometimes the cuisine made Olive, it feels less fitting. Encouraged by hunger, he could even finish his meal.

**

The day has changed night. Olive and Anggara have completed their respective tasks.

Now the two are gathered at the dinner table. In front of him there is rice, tempeh and fried tofu, vegetable spinach corn and sambal.

Anggara and Olive poured the food menu into their respective plates.

"What a hell is your cooking, Liv." Praise Anggara, while chewing his food.

Olive who was stirring her food, seemed to frown.

"You want to make fun of me?" Olive actually returned the praise that her husband threw tightly. Because all this time Anggara never praised him.

"I'm not lying, Liv. Try to eat yours, don't stir it." Cerocos Anggara with a mouth full of food.

Olive also put food in her mouth. This time the taste of the food was really good. Her husband simply praised her.

After dinner, Anggara cleaned the leftovers and washed the dishes. While Olive cleaned herself, then to her room.

The pregnant woman is now sitting on the edge of the bed while rubbing her distended stomach gently. The affection for her baby began to grow.

He regretted, once too put forward his ambition to achieve something. So that he could not feel happy life.

He also realized, if it takes sincerity and patience to achieve happiness.

After living separately with both parents and learning to live independently. Slowly Olive was able to find that happiness.

Like the few days she spent with her husband. They were both selfish and stubborn. Blaspheming each other's shortcomings.

But now, Anggara seems to be growing up. He wants to help with housework and consequent with his laundry business.

In the midst of Olive who was busy daydreaming, Anggara came and laid his body beside him.

"You tired? Want me a pijitin?" Tawar Olives's.

Aggara who had just closed his eyes, now turned his head and looked at him.

"Tumbent."

"Ish, I'm like this because you're good with me too. If you don't care about me, how do you want me to be good to you." Olive pursed her lips while hitting her husband's arm. Before she finally began to massage her husband's body.

"It's enough to scold me. Sleep in here. I want to hug you." Anggara's hand pulls Olive's wrist. Then lay his body slowly beside him.

"You're not imagining me as that woman, are you?"

"Liv, we've had intentions changed. Don't think about our past."

For a moment Olive looked at Anggara's eyes and face, looking for the honesty created there.

"Can you serve me tonight. I promise I won't imagine that woman again." Anggara Pinta.

Since moving to a rented house, indeed the couple never had a husband-wife relationship.

Olive, who saw her husband change, nodded her head that night. And then sincerely serve her husband.