Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
55. Clean up the house

Along the way to school, Anggara continued to tell Tsamara. Although fed up, the girl still responded in a friendly manner. While thinking how to make Anggara fall and tortured.

Finally, they arrived at school. Soffin got out of the car and said goodbye to Tsamara.

"Sister, Soffin went to school first huh" Soffin said as she reached out her hand, about to shake hands with her brother.

"Yes, be careful. Focused learning. Don't hesitate to ask." replied Tsamara while scrambling her kriwil's sister's hair.

"Ready, brother." Soffin excitedly, while sticking his fingertips on the temple.

The brothers waved each other's hands, before Soffin ran into the school grounds.

"Lhololoh, how is he not salaman with me?" anggara's great-grandson, because he felt he did not accept the treatment of his youngest sister Tsamara.

"Mistake itself. Why was nyuekin Soffin. Turn in reply, that's protest." said Tsamara, smiling at the corner of her lips.

Anggara snorted in annoyance, as Tsamara was more defensive of his sister, who did not know the manners. In fact, Soffin had good manners. Only, that attitude was shown to people who were also polite to him.

After driving Soffin to school, Anggara immediately drove his car, to drive Tsamara home.

Actually earlier, Tsamara had his sister who was riding Anggara's car. While he is at home.

But his sister did not want to be alone with someone who had hurt her brother. Same with Anggara. He also did not want to, and impressed to force Tsamara to take his sister.

Eventually, Tsamara relented. Take me to school.

Almost half of their journey has been through storytelling. Until the intention arises in the heart of Anggara to invite Tsamara to enjoy time together with a leisurely walk.

"Tsa, where are we going?"

"Road? Which way?"

"Streetings to my heart." chuckled Anggara, while Tsamara just pulled the corner of her lips.

'It's very clear. Norak.' Inner Tsamara.

"Sorry, I can't. Got to finish some abandoned homework."

"Can be done later, if we've gone home for a walk."

"When I'm tired of walking how? Who's in charge of mijitin me?"

Anggara smiled sumringah, his eyes could not be separated from the mound on Tsamara's chest. His dirty thoughts began to wander.

'Basic, male eyes basket. I used to see me so ilfil, I fainted. Now, when my body is starting to be good, his eyes are beautiful. I swear to God, I hope to have a fat and ugly wife.' whispered Tsamara in my heart, then chuckled.

"How are you willing to accept my invitation?" Anggara raised his eyebrows.

"One more time, sorry. I can't. You're too sudden. I'm afraid of getting scolded by my papa, for not finishing homework. Except, if anyone helps me clean the house, it's over. Then I can consider the offer."

tsamara fishing Anggara. Whether the man is willing to do anything for himself or not.

While Anggara himself feels disliked, if you have to do homework. In his own home, he never touched housework. Because someone is already working on it. His house assistant.

But, in order to get the attention of Tsamara, he was forced to think and weigh the bad good.

If you think about it, Anggara and Tsamara will be alone in the house. He could take advantage of the opportunity to do anything to Tsamara. Including, tasting the honey of the girl.

He was very sure the girl would comply with his request. Because of her body gestures, implying that, Tsamara still loves her.

Though Tsamara did just that, just to play Anggara. The pain must be repaid with the same thing. To break even.

"Okay. I agreed to help you clean the house" Anggara said at last, which made Tsamara smile sweetly. But it's rotten in it. Because the girl had a plan to play with her ex-husband.

Not long after, they finally arrived at the rented house. Anggara opened the door for Tsamara, accompanied by a smile.

'It is clear the difference. With pleasure and passion, he opened the door. Earlier, when my sister was in and out of the car, the boro-boro was at the door. Basic, the male wanjen.' inner Tsamara before getting off the car, and forced to review a smile.

Anggara deliberately extended his hand to Tsamara's waist. The girl was quite surprised when the man beside her did so.

"Sorry, I haven't had a shower. Later your hands itch" said Tsamara grimacing, and released Anggara's hand that was coiled around her slender waist.

Tsamara opened the door, and let Anggara in.

"It can start now to clean the house" said Tsamara.

"What! I'm not welcome to sit down first?" ask Anggara who looks quite shocked.

"no need. Later his work is not immediately finished dong." reply Tsamara with a tone made as smooth as possible. So that Anggara would follow his orders.