Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
28. Dollarized

"Sister, be patient. Think of them as barking dogs. So no need to listen. Let brother live, calm down." said Soffin, after the two entered the house.

Tsamara laughed broadly, as her sister advised her like that. He crouched down, with a position equal to the height of his sister. Then held onto his sister's shoulders, and looked at her seriously.

"Sir, you're not angry, same with them. After all, we're just pretending to be poor." Tsamara smiled sweetly at her sister.

"Thank God, brother, then." Soffin massaged his chest, feeling relieved. Like an adult who successfully advises people whose age is below.

"The humiliation of them, it becomes a whip of spirit for brother. The spirit to improve a diet that is not good, the spirit of exercise, the spirit to fight. That to get that ideal body, not just in an instant way, like liposuction. Sister is also more eager to take advantage of free time by filling in the positive. Like using it to write. Uh, unexpectedly, who initially just channel hobbies, and issued uneg-uneg, actually got money. So, even sister is very grateful." explained Tsamara, with the end of a smile again.

"Sir Tsa, it's great. Soffin salutes her brother." The little boy hugged his sister tightly.

"Well, you hunt to clean the body first, before taking a nap."

"Ready, brother." Soffin straightened his body, while sticking the tip of his hand on the temple. Tsamara smiled looking at her sister like that, then ruffled her original hair.

**

Tsamara, with the help of her sisters, prepared dinner. They brought rice, vegetables, and others to the front of the tv. Because the house has no dining room. Only the kitchen, which is not enough if coupled with tables and chairs.

They had rolled out the carpet, then put all the food there. After everything was ready, little Soffin called her papa, who was still in the room, finishing her unfinished work.

"Pa, let's eat." Soffin took him in and opened the door, then gawked in, and now he's near his papa.

"Hem, okay. Let's go eat. It just so happened that papa was hungry too." Abas smiled at his son.

He ruffled his curly hair, then moved from his seat. The two walked together to the tv room, which functioned as a family room and dining room.

As usual, delicious food was on the carpet. The food consists of organic brown rice, tofu and grilled tempeh, vegetable soup containing lots of carrots, broccoli, potatoes and quail eggs and without meat.

Even without meat, the taste is certainly good, because Tsamara is good at cooking. For the drinks, they only drink water. And there are fruits available.

"Monthly money, you will transfer tomorrow yes, Tsa, Far" said papa on the sidelines of his eating activities.

"Okay, pa." replied Farah enthusiastically, upon hearing the word money.

"Sir Tsa, already have his own salary money is also still in love, pa?" chirps Soffin.

"Huh, the salary money? Salary from where?" ask papa while looking at Soffin for a moment. Farah looked at her sister for a moment.

"Sir Tsa, it's already work, brother, pa. She was writing yes sis." said Soffin, who had somewhat forgotten about her brother's work, then asked Tsamara for reassurance. Who seemed to be smiling thinly.

"Right, what did your sister say, Tsa?" ask me a little in disbelief. Because he knew his eldest daughter's activities were anything. Starting from waking up, to going to sleep again.

"Tsa, just a hobby, pa. Tsa, I like to write, I like to fantasize. What else failed to get married yesterday. Tsa's emotions, completely overflowing. Shouting in fear of being thought crazy. Yes already, Tsa pour in the writing. Uh, I know a lot of people read. And finally, Tsa can be rewarded from the writing." Tsamara beber as it is.

The family is always open, to each other. So there's a little problem, they know.

"Thank God, papa was so happy to hear that. Even though you are only at home, but can earn income. You are good at using your time, baby. Papa is so proud of you."

"Oh yeah, did you get what salary from writing it?" farah asked quite curious.

He also wants to be able to earn money from his own efforts. In order not to trouble his papa.

"This month I got 700 bucks, Far."

"What! 700 dollars?" reset Farah.

He put down his dinner plate, and grabbed his phone. Then immediately calculate how much 700 dollars if in rupiah.

"Well! Much too, brother?" he murmured while covering his mouth with his hands, and his eyes were round.