Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
48. For Tsamara

Inevitably Anggara sat in his great chair, and began to open one by one the file, then work on it.

Just got him a file, he's been interrupted by the sound of his phone. He also put down the ballpoint pen he was holding. Then grab the phone from his pants pocket.

"Definitely Tsamara." he muttered happily.

But the look on his face instantly turned one hundred and eighty degrees. When the one who sent him the message wasn't Tsamara. Except Olive.

"Mas, when are you going to propose to me?" that was the sound of Olive's question through a short message.

"Applying? Is she positively pregnant? Married, just yesterday." Anggara muttered while shaking his head.

The man does not know, if the fertility rate of a person is different.

Some are very fertile. So when fertilized, even if only once, it can be directly so. And vice versa. Some are fertilized many times, but do not go so-so.

Anggara also put his phone on the desk. Then go back to doing his job. After that, not long. The phone rings again. He looked at the mobile phone screen.

"Olive again." he muttered.

"Yes, honey. I'll come over soon to propose to you. But your parents agree, right? If we want to get married? I'm afraid they don't approve of our marriage. I continue to be treated like Ashes." Anggara replied in a short message.

Yes, Anggara already knows, if Mr. Sanusi likes it less. He also doesn't know why. Because he also does not want to introspect himself.

"Well, sleepy plus hungry too. Even the work has not been stretched" Anggara murmured while leaning his back on his chair.

"Drink coffee first time. Just call OB." muttered Anggara, glancing at the clock on his left wrist.

Look at the clockwork that has shown seven o'clock over. He was sure his OB had come. He reached for his office phone, to contact his OB.

After he finished calling, he resumed his work. Not long after, there was a knock on the door. He let in.

"This, sir. The coffee." said the man in an orange uniform, putting a cup of moccachino coffee on Anggara's desk.

Her OB pulled next to the corner of her lips, while shaking her head. Seeing the behavior of his boss's son who is considered very arrogant.

After OB's departure, Anggara wanted to taste his drink. He grabbed the mug cup, and began to sip the contents.

"Fugitive! Not done yet?" he spoke with a loud and loud voice. Throwing the door down against the wall. And make a pretty loud noise.

Anggara gasped in shock. Until the new coffee he drank, gushed back out of his mouth. And about some important files that are in front of him.

In addition, the coffee that he sipped earlier, was also still very hot. His lips and tongue are also hot.

"Papa, what the hell? Just surprise me." Anggara was very upset. Putting the coffee back.

Meanwhile, Mr. Anwar did not listen to his son's words. Instead of approaching the table, with a stack of files that adorn the place.

"Not that papa told you to leave early in the morning, in order to finish all this work. Why is nothing finished yet. And even, what the hell is this. Why are you dirtying him?" protest Mr. Anwar, after checking one by one the files. But nothing suits his wishes.

"Pa, this Anggara is papa's son. Why would you give me this much work? Don't you have a lot of employees?"

"Papa did all this for you too. Because you're the only successor to this papa company. So you have to be trained, in order to have qualified skills. If you are the leader of this company, it does not work. How does our company grow? What is there is even more backward. And finally broke." explained Mr. Anwar at length.

However, it seems that his long papa advice, did not go into the sanubari Anggara. He just looks more and more coarse. When he was young, he wanted to have fun.

"Hey. Why are you even quiet? Quickly finish your work. And later, don't forget to take you to papa's room." Anwar threw a file he brought to Anggara's desk. Then turn your heels, and walk out of the room.

Anggara grunted annoyedly. This part has been frustrated by the behavior of everyone. Starting from Olive, the streets are jammed, hot coffee, and finally the papa.

He also rubbed his lips and tongue that felt hot.

"What is all this because of, Tsamara. Yeah, I'm thinking too much about it. I really can't forget the charm." Anggara muttered as he leaned back, then smiled to himself. He seemed to have forgotten what his father had told him.