Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
63. Floodways

Anggara has finished his shower. Then he threw his body on his bed.

After the shadow of horror in his office, he did not dare to go out of the house. He wants to go to Olive's house.

Finally he decided to call her. In one ring, the call is connected.

"Hallo. What's the matter you called me? Where have you been all day? I thought you'd forgotten about me." Cerocos Olive with a loud and cranky voice. Anggara directly keep the phone from his ear.

"Jeez, it's like grandma dropped by. His voice was so blaring. Good thing it's beautiful." Whisper Anggara, so as not to be heard by Olive.

"Sorry, sweetheart. I was so busy all day. Go to work, leaky car tires, lowbat batteries."

"Even, it's as easy as believing in you. No need to explain at length, I already know what you've been doing all day. You're doing huhuhaha with another woman, right? So tega. Anyway I don't want to know, you have to propose to me now. I was afraid of getting pregnant, and by the time I got married my stomach was already big."

"What! Proposing?" Repeat Anggara while rounding his eyes and his mouth gaping.

"Yes, I don't want to know. If you don't want to marry me, I'll make sure you rot in jail."

"Pen-prisoner?" Anggara again, feeling scared.

"Eat him, you don't mess with me. Break up your relationship with the woman you were with huhuhaha earlier. We also have to meet tomorrow."

"Yeah. Take it easy, I'm not gonna do anything to fuck with you, baby." Say Anggara timidly.

Shortly thereafter, they ended the conversation on the phone. Anggara was really scared if he was in prison. He also took a long breath.

"Why is everything like this? Just wanted to have fun too." Anggara muttered while pulling his hair in frustration.

**

"Sister, it's noon. What if Soffin's late?" Soffin said, as he and Tsamara were sitting on the porch.

Both are deliberately waiting for the arrival of Anggara, who promised to take them to school.

The girl looked wry, because the one in the incar had not yet revealed the trunk of her nose.

"Hem, yes, I have. We'd better leave now."

Tsamara got up from her seat, while passing by snatching her car keys. Which he put on his room table.

"Actually, what do you want to do with Anggara?"

"Hem, you want to know. Anyway just look, when he comes to our house." Tsamara smiled cynically.

'Basically, men are not responsible. Can't keep promises. It is not suitable to be with me.' Inner Tsamara growled.

**

"Mama woke up. But it just seems to squirm."

Mr. Anwar snorted angrily, hearing his wife's reply.

Since the return of his son from studying abroad, his head is often dizzy because of the behavior of his son who is increasingly becoming-so.

If it becomes like that, it is better to go to college only locally. In order not to waste money.

Mr. Anwar also cut the toast, then devoured it. Hope his son gets down soon.

But until the pieces of bread ran out, still his son did not appear in the kitchen. Mr. Anwar tried to see what his son was doing.

When he opened the door, Mr. Anwar saw Anggara was fast asleep. He also grunted irritably while shaking his head.

"Suspiciousness. He told me to go in the morning and sleep." Mumbled Mr. Anwar.

He went into his room and walked into the bathroom. The man took a sack of water then,

Byur ..

"Inundated, flooded!" Shouted Anggara. Mr. Anwar smiled a cynical smile.

"Flooding your bald head. It's seven o'clock, take a shower." Anggara immediately stopped his screams, when he heard his papa's voice.

"Papa. Did papa do all this?"

"Who do you think you are? A ghost? This time, you are not awake yet. What do you want to be? Get up and go to the office." Mr. Anwar threw a dipper into the face of his son, so he woke up soon. And he walked out.

"Watch, I promised to drop Upin off at school. Tsamara and Upin must be angry." Anggara.

The young man grabbed his cell phone and told Tsamara. After that he immediately got up from his seat, and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon enough, Anggara was ready. He got into his car, and drove it to the company.

"What the hell are you, this?" He murmured, as his nose deflated, sniffing something.

"Jeez, it stinks of my toothpaste last night." Anggara patted his eel, when reminded of yesterday's incident.

After arriving at the office, Anggara immediately told OB to take his car to the car wash. He did not want to be able to pick up Olive later in the afternoon, in the state of his car smelly.