Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
59. Hot air

Anggara is enjoying his time with great joy, although there is a little sorrow also when he was with Tsamara.

But, elsewhere Mr. Anwar was made dizzy seven circumference with the actions of his son. Because the report Anggara did the other day a lot was wrong. So he had to research and justify everything.

"Damn son. Departing from home early on the grounds of going to the office. But until noon like this has not been seen the trunk of his nose. It should even leave all the wrong jobs. I also have to intervene to justify it. I became suspicious of what he was doing while studying abroad. Is it just playing around with his work? Then do I have to take care of this company until I die." Mr. Anwar took out his uneg-uneg in heart. Because, after all, Anggara is the only boy.

**

Meanwhile, somewhere else. Olive throws her phone at the table. Fortunately, the phone was not damaged.

He was really angry with Anggara's behavior. Usually the man always contacts her first. To inquire about news and*****-other whining. But, these few days he had not contacted her at all.

And even the thing that made the girl the most angry was, when she had just contacted her boyfriend. But what was heard was precisely those unsettling voices.

Olive assumes that Anggara is not a loyal man. What if she is pregnant? Didn't a few days ago, Anggara had taken his precious crown?

"Argh... Shit!" Pekik Olive did not accept.

"Be careful, if I get pregnant and she doesn't want to take responsibility. I'll make him a stumped crocodile. I can't capcipcup here.

I'm stupid too. It should not be easy to serve him. Moreover, sometimes my heart still has the desire to have Thoriq.

But if this is the case, I should be able to get Anggara to bend his knees to me." Oceh olive at length.

**

Now Tsamara and Anggara have arrived at Soffin's school. Both of them were waiting in the car.

Good chance Anggara thought, to be able to poke Tsamara. But, it's not Tsamara. If you can't catch a crocodile near him.

"Tsa, your hands are so soft anyway? What treatments are you wearing?"

"Don't treat, mas. You can eat, you're grateful." Ketus Tsamara's.

"I just rubbed my skin with a stone. Like the ancient people of old."

Anggara chuckles small.

"If your paaha is also rubbed with stone?"

"Yes, my mas. The service life of the scouring pan. My skin is bleeding."

"Truly too." Anggara.

"Keep, your body can slim down because of what?" Anggara asked quite curious. Despite meeting several times, Tsamara always replied, still he was curious.

Anggara swallow saliva. He does not like to eat vegetables.

"What are you asking again?"

"Eum..."

"You must ask, why did my strawberry fruit turn into melon, right? It's because I'm diligent in massaging it every day."

Anggara rounded his eyes. Heard Tsamara's blunt words. She used to be a pretty and polite girl.

Never once spoke to something that roared. But now she is so beautiful, so beautiful, and challenging. Continues to inflame his manly soul.

Tsamara was powerless to hold back his laughter seeing Anggara's face reddened again, because his speech was without going through the quality control process.

"Please buy me some ice on that side of the road. It's so thirsty." Pinta Tsamara, rubbing her neck down to the chest.

"Ba-good." Anggara said, without being able to refuse. And like the buffalo that gouged his nose.

The man immediately got out, and walked towards the ice cendol seller who was on the side of the road.

"Es her five ya bang. Not wearing it for long."

"Well! I'm an ice salesman, not a magician. The one that blinked once, instantly became his ice." Reply to the seller with a slap.

"Allah. A lot of talk. The thirsty."

Anggara also rubbed his neck. Mimicking his style Tsamara. Because the ones in his brain right now, are Tsamara and Tsamara.

Meanwhile in the car, Tsamara laughed out loud. He realizes his silly behavior while on his revenge mission.

It turns out that heartache can drive people crazy. A polite person goes wild. Just like he is doing right now.

Anggara was walking towards the car. Tsamara again put on a standby face. By tidying up his appearance again, and preparing to do the next acting.

"Sorry long wait. It's the ice." Anggara handed the seplastik ice to Tsamara.

"Well, how much?"

"The air feels very hot. So I think drinking ice is more suitable."

Tsamara looked outwards, which was clearly a black cloud, which was about to shed its rain.