Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
58. Praising writers

"Mas, it's your turn to take a shower." Said Tsamara, who suddenly appeared before Anggara.

'God 'Even. I want a pen. Why does Tsamara always make my pants claustrophobic? With a truly charming appearance.' Inner Anggara.

Of course, his repentance was only repentance. Not true repentance.

Tsamara has already taken a shower. He is currently wearing a maroon t-shirt with the inscription Kiss me, which is located on his chest.

He also wears a grey shorts. Her pure white legs look unsightly. His long black hair that was still wet, was left beautifully severed.

The aroma of the smell is out, until it pierces the sense of smell. Really make the men die of fleas.

"Mass?" Repeat Tsamara, in a slightly louder voice. So that disperse Anggara daydreams.

"Eh, i-yes. I take a shower for a second. Although not changing clothes, at least the body feels fresh." Aggara also walked to the bathroom.

Tsamara dropped her body on the sofa gracefully. Then fold both hands in front of the chest. Again she smiled at the victory.

Anggara's phone sounded vibrating. Curious, Tsamara turned her head to look. The name of Olive called.

An idea came up in Tsamara's brain. He shifted the green button. Not to answer, but Tsamara actually issued a deesaahaan-deesaahaan voice.

For a long time he kept making sounds like that. Until finally the connection is cut off. Tsamara immediately deleted the incoming call, then returned the Anggara phone to its original place.

The girl laughed gigglingly and was certainly very satisfied. Because he managed to prank the girl who had once insulted him and his sister.

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Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Anggara flushed his body with water repeatedly. To cool his brain that has been smoking hot smoke since.

"I can go crazy always being close to him. I need to express my feelings immediately. Tsamara should be mine. No matter rich or poor. What matters is that my heart is satisfied." Hold Anggara in your heart.

After being satisfied with her body, Anggara immediately came out of the bathroom. Then walk to the living room.

"Tsamara, why are you laughing alone like that?" Anggara scrunched his forehead.

Tsamara was shocked when she heard the man's voice. In a hurry he took his phone, which was placed on the table.

"Oh, this novel. It's a very funny story. I also chuckle every time I read it."

"What! Didn't you not like to read, did you? When did you become a hobby of reading novels?"

Tsamara leaned her face slightly forward. Scanning Anggara's face was very sickening to him.

"Initially, I didn't like it. But when I accompanied Olive at the salon, I accidentally read the novel at an advertiser. The story is getting interesting, I finally downloaded the application. In order to read as much as possible. I am even his loyal follower. If he publishes a new novel, I'll be the first to read it. He's the greatest writer in history." Kekeh Anggara recounted his absurdity in reading, and dared to blatantly praise his author.

Tsamara smiles. Not expecting, if her former husband-to-be who used to hate her so much because of fat, instead became her loyal followers.

"Well, looks like we're the same. Admire a writer to such an extent. But you're not curious about the author? Some people are beautiful or ugly. Fat or skinny. Man or woman."

"Of course I'm curious. He must be the best graduate in town. Or even study abroad. Because the language is good. I've washed away in every strand she said."

"Oh, I think the author is a gabut mas. No job. Keep writing that." Tsamara was pretending to be stupid.

"Eh, where can people who do not take education write as well as that. You dream, you want to be the author of the novel."

Anggara pointed at Tsamara's nose, and the girl hurriedly brushed her hand away.

"Yes, mas. I was stupid. Especially not in college. How could a cool writer like that." Tsamara pretended to be sad.

'Let's pretend to be stupid like this in front of Anggara. It does not diminish my income from writing." whispered Tsamara in his heart.

Sometimes we don't have to show the world that we are great. Let what we do, only we and God know. Thus, the heart becomes calm.

"Eh, mum. Let's go get Soffin. Afraid of being late." Tsamara reminded Anggara.

"Come on." Reply Anggara with great enthusiasm.

The two walked out of the house, and not forgetting Tsamara locked her house.

"Mas, you've been away all day with me, aren't you worried that someone's looking for you? Your dad or your girlfriend for example."

"Don't worry. All safe." Anggara commented a smile, while linking his thumb and index finger. As a symbol of Ok.