Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
56. The Anggara

Anggara immediately swallowed the saliva. The shadow can be alone with Tsamara, in her quiet home, because her family is working and requires the science of yawning.

"Why are you still standing there? Come on in." said Tsamara, awakening Anggara from his reverie. The man approached Tsamara.

"Don't forget his suit off first. His pants rolled up, so as not to get dirty. Oh yes, if you want to change flip-flops there, have papa. I'm worried that your expensive shoes are dirty."

"Yes, these are expensive shoes. Price is about three million."

Anggara says by overestimating the price. To make him look like a rich man.

Though actually Tsamara already know, if the price of shoes in Anggara, only about three hundred thousand only. If you buy pre loved, the price is certainly cheaper.

Tsamara is a very simple girl. Even though he comes from a wealthy family. After all, for him cheap or expensive an item, not so he thought. The important thing is that he is comfortable wearing it.

And when anyone questions the price, he will answer with a tendency to lower the price.

Now Tsamara is back in front of Anggara. He brought a duster, a washcloth and a spray. Then leave it to Anggara.

"Mas, you clean all the furniture in this house with a duster first yes. After that, only in the wipe wear this cloth. Before, do not forget to spray. To glossy. You see for yourself, in my house there is only a little furniture. I'm sure you'll be quick to finish."

"D-yes." Anggara received the items, then momentarily observed them.

'Apes once my fate.' Inner Anggara.

A moment Tsamara smiled, enjoying the change in Anggara's face that looked unpleasant.

"The spirit, mas. I'm gonna take care of that too." Tsamara pretends to encourage Anggara. So the man nodded and returned his smile.

The man immediately cleaned the table and chair with a duster, then sprayed the cleaning fluid and wiped it.

At first he did a little bit of ilfill do that. But when he saw Tsamara's body moving up and down, was cleaning the window glass, making it difficult to swallow saliva. Even his eyes did not blink.

"Oh, a delicious breakfast." muttered Anggara, poking out his tongue, and sweeping his own lips.

Anggara moved quickly to finish his work. So that there is time to be alone and have fun with Tsamara. His brain was moving wild.

Until unconscious, if the spray bottle used to spray furniture, he spray into his own face.

"Dude!"

"Oh anyway, I'm this. Spraying and wiping his own face with these things." his great-granddaughter grew even more annoyed.

Without Anggara realizing it, the silliness was witnessed by Tsamara. Of course it made him tickle. He wanted to laugh, but he broke it. Afraid if the plan to prank Anggara fails.

Yes, Tsamara did it on purpose. He cleaned the window glass, with body movements that were as erotic as possible. So Anggara is overheated.

After you finish wiping the furniture. Tsamara told Anggara to sweep every corner of the house.

"Is there no vacuum cleaner?" anggara asked, as the girl held out a broom.

"You know, since we failed to get married, we've been poor. Because you don't have enough money to pay the entire cost of the party" said Tsamara, with a face pretending to be sad.

Anggara felt bad, when Tsamara said so. He grabbed the girl's shoulder.

"Sorry, yeah. I promise, I'll fix my mistake."

'Curtain, basic. Fixing what wrong? When I was slim, I approached. When I see my body fat, like seeing a ghost. Even to the point of fainting.' Inner Tsamara growled.

He exhaled, then rested his head on Anggara's chest, while pretending to sob sadly. Anggara immediately rubbed Tsamara's arm slowly.

"Already, ah. I don't want to be sad. It's just that I'm crying. After all, everything can't go back like the beginning. Better let's clean up again, ma'am." Tsamara raised her head, then wiped away her lying tears.

Both continue their work. The sound of Anggara's cell phone is ringing.

He immediately grabbed his phone from his pants pocket. His papa's name is. He knew the man would ask where he was.

If he answered that he was cleaning the house with Tsamara, his father would scold him. Because it is more important to others. Than his own parents.

Finally, Anggara referred the phone call. Prefer not to activate the phone.

Not only wiping and sweeping, even Tsamara also told Anggara to mop. Then do household chores as in general.

Until there is no time for the man to do what he wants. Tsamara smiled with satisfaction, seeing her ex-husband do it all.