Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
52. Early in the morning

In an instant, the news of Tsamara becoming a brand ambassador has spread widely to the area where he lives. Neither the present, nor the former.

At first everyone didn't think it was a photo of Tsamara. Until they pay more attention to the part of his face.

After researching, they finally really believe, if it is Tsamara.

They were completely taken aback by the massive changes that had happened to Tsamara. The girl not only lost weight.

But his body also turned slim, and in some parts of his body like a bamper and his chest looks more dense and prominent.

It makes women envious, and eager to have a body like Tsamara. As for the men, his brain had traveled everywhere.

Even in his old residence, his neighbors stormed his house to ask for a photo together.

The security does not know if his employer is becoming an impromptu artist. Because his photos are displayed in various places. So when the neighbors stormed his employer's house, he looked cengo.

"What's this about? You want to ask for a donation, or a demo. Huh uh?" Ask security while shaking his waist.

"We'd like to ask for a photo of Tsamara's signature."

"Huh? Make what?" Security still looks confused, to frown.

"Yes make it upload on social media." Answer one of the citizens.

"Didn't you insult my employer? Why do you want to ask for a photo now?"

Security was smiling scornfully. He folded his hands in front of his chest. The man in navy uniform, whose name was Mr. Ujang, knew how the neighbors used to scorn Tsamara, who was fat. And insult her like a pregnant mother. Not married yet.

Especially when Tsamara failed to marry. Everyone without command, has been vying to insult each other.

The household assistants, too, were unhappy with the behavior of such lame neighbors. They are so adept at seeing their kindly master, to be treated as such.

The household assistants, praying for Tsamara, may there be a kind man who will accept it as it is. Even though he's fat.

"Sir! Open the door dong." Shouted one of the mothers who craved to take pictures with Tsamara.

"can't. Non-Tsamara just got out of town. He's busy shooting." That security lie.

Tsamara moved into a simple rented house. And no one knew about it at all.

"When's he coming home?"

"Don't know. Non-Tsamara has just risen. So it must be a tight shooting schedule." Reply to security, which is certainly just a lie.

Not getting what he was looking for, the crowd finally dispersed. One by one they left the residence of Tsamara with a disappointed look on his face.

Meanwhile, Mr. Ujang immediately ran into the kitchen. To tell you what just happened outside.

The man in the navy uniform told me everything, to the end of a fingernail nothing was missed from his monitor.

The housekeepers who heard it, looked at each other with gaping mouths. Their curiosity was growing, and they wanted to see for themselves the truth.

"How about we go to his contract?" Knock on one of the house assistants.

"That bill. I agree."

"Yes. I agree too." Reply to the others.

"I hope that non-Tsamara can really change. Continue to take revenge on the prospective husband who failed his marriage. Let's know how he feels."

"agree. It's delicious, play it off. Where Mr. Abas has come out a lot more money."

"Yes. Right tuh. I swear it's a man who's sick of non Tsa's heart, butts on his knees."

"Haish, why is your prayer so scary. Replace the other dong." Security protests, he who had looked relaxed, actually shuddered in agitation, imagining it happening to his weapon. Unknowingly swiping his own weapon.

"The word that came out. Can't be pulled anymore. We are pulling the mine again." One of the household assistants. He got carried away. Imagine himself in the position of Tsamara.

"Eh, by the way. We should go there by afternoon. It's already seven o'clock, surely non Tsamara is also dropping off mas Soffin school."

"Ah, since when do you talk british cock. The maid's just doling." Another housekeeper, to his friend who said the word by the way.

"Since non Tsamara became an artist. We as her domestic assistants should also be a little more advanced. More slang."

They also chuckled together, hearing his friend's words that sounded like a joke.