Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
46. Uneasily

"Honey, please don't tell your dad first, yes, about what we did back in the car." Anggara said, before Olive got out of the car.

He pulled out his crocodile style, removing the tear marks on Olive's cheek. Then kiss her forehead. It was successful in making Olive slightly publish a smile on her face.

"But you have to promise, you'll take responsibility."

"Yes. I'll also be responsible. Don't be afraid I'll run away. Now down. Let your mom and dad not suspect."

Olive nodded her head. Then get off the car. After the car Anggara drove out of the courtyard, Olive entered the house.

"Olives. Where the hell have you been? Why did you just come home last night?"

The deg!

Olive's heart stopped beating, hearing her father's blaring voice. From the beginning, his father did not agree if he was in a relationship with Anggara.

But, Olive is a girl who thirsts for male caresses. To continue chasing after Thoriq, he had also been lazy. Therefore, when Anggara approaches and even declares his love, Olive accepts.

"Why shut up? Didn't you just come out with Anggara?" cerca papa again.

"Eh, that was out of lunch, Olive to the salon, pa. Know for yourself, if in the salon the queue must be long" said Olive gave an excuse.

"Yes, Olive went to the room first. Want to quickly take a shower and continue to care deh." added Olive again, while pretending to smile.

Mr. Sanusi looked strangely and felt suspicious of his daughter. He seemed to squint his eyes.

He said he ran out of the Salon, but there was no change in his son. He looked tired and like he was crying. Because his eyes are swollen.

Meanwhile, in the room. Olive locked the door, then threw her body on the bed.

He regretted enough, why is it so easy he gave up the honor of the only one he had. He and Anggara were not long ago.

He cried, until finally tired and went back to sleep.

**

Meanwhile, in another house. Anggara just got home. As he walked into the house, his papa's voice surprised him as well.

"Farrows... After lunch, continue to drive Olive to the pa salon. Well, let her be more beautiful and attractive."

"You have time for someone else. But there's no time for papa. Work in the company until piled up. And papa did it alone. Papa doesn't want to know, tomorrow you have to leave early. Finish all the work in your room. Before papa gets to the office, everything has to be done."

"What!" pekik Anggara, he was so surprised that he rounded his eyes.

"That's a punishment for you. In order not to carelessly go in and out of the office, and at will."

Brak!

Papa throws the newspaper he reads on the table. Anggara was shocked again. After the departure of her father, Anggara resumed his steps towards his room.

Arriving at the room, Anggara threw his body on the sofa. He just kept shaking his head.

I can't stop thinking about what he did to Olive. And all this because of imagining Tsamara.

"Huh. He can change one hundred and eighty degrees. What's the pellet anyway?" anggara muttered annoyedly. Then throw the couch cushions in any direction.

"I've already loaded my weapon into Olive's heirloom. I want to get close to Tsamara. In addition, papa uses the event to leave in the morning. Duh, just getting run over his business. When, I want to tell papa about that. Huh, dizzy." Anggara massaged his forehead.

Not long after, he opened his phone. Then look for photos of his childhood together with Tsamara.

In the gallery there is a photo of a handsome boy and a girl in a ponytail. Both are smiling.

"Ah, if only I had known earlier. If Tsamara's body can return thin and much hotter. I want to wait." he muttered disappointedly, taking a rough breath.

Anggara searched Tsamara's phone number, then unblocked it. He hesitated to contact her or not.

Because since the wedding annulment, he and Tsamara have never communicated. Because Anggara himself was the one who broke the accent of communication with the Tsamara family.

"Ah, Olive thought it would be. Shouldn't I get the woman of my dreams? It's beautiful, and hot. Kayak Tsamara's. Let everyone envy me." Anggara muttered without guilt.

Confidently, Anggara contacted Tsamara. By calling. After several calls but not picked up. Finally, he tried to send her a message.

Anggara is a type of unfaithful man. It only takes physical form over the heart. Is it not that physical beauty can fade with time? And the beauty of the heart, will it be carried to death?