Failing to Get Married Because of Fat
88. Jealous

The four families were circling the supermarket, looking for anything they needed.

Anggara invites Olive to go to the make up store. When choosing, the store salesperson recommended a product that was a hit on the market. And the result is beyond doubt.

Olive looked carefully at the photo of who was plastered in the makeup pot wrap.

"Huh, Tsamara's picture?" Chirp Anggara, rounding his eyes.

"I don't want this one, ma'am. I want the others." Olive immediately pushed the complete package to the salesman, turning her face away. Make Anggara realize, if he said wrong.

"Well, what a pity, brother. This is a booming product. I wear it myself too. Proven to be more white, smooth, supple skin..."

"If I say no, yes no." Cut Olive firmly. He does not want to wear a product that uses photos of Tsamara.

"Honey, don't you want to dress up and look attractive in front of me? It's okay the next time, you try that product. Relax, I'll pay for you." Persuade Anggara, at length.

"Okay, I had to accept wearing that make-up." Olive said, after thinking for a few seconds.

Anggara and the salesman smiled with relief at Olive's decision. Then the salesperson immediately wrote down a note and a sum of money that must be paid to the cashier.

After getting the cosmetics, they headed for the clothing store. Olive's gaze was sharp, staring at every row of clothes displayed on the standing hanger.

Slowly he held onto one by one the neatly lined clothes. Until finally he pulled one shirt, but the shirt was also pulled by the person in front of him.

Both of them were equally surprised, when they saw who was in front of him at that time.

"It's mine." Olive.

"Are you paying? Haven't you?" Reply to the girl in front of Olive, who is none other than Tsamara. He raised the corner of his lips, scoffing.

Anggara who followed wherever Olive went, just silently watched all that. His view cannot be separated from the increasingly unsightly body of Tsamara.

"I haven't paid yet. But my future husband will pay for it. How can you pay for this shirt? Poor people, doubt." Ketus Olive, which made Tsamara chuckle at her abuse.

"Prospective husband? Aren't you going to marry me, ma'am?"

In Tsamara's heart, he was so chuckled to see the strange couple in front of him glaring at each other and bewildered.

Actually, what he said was just a lie, and deliberately mengjajai both.

His bad thoughts just flashed by, when he saw Olive who couldn't be nice to him. He also did it to avenge his heartache on Anggara.

"So, who would you choose, Anggara?"

Tsamara took a step forward and stood right in front of Anggara. Makes the man's heart beat.

'Ouch. Why the hell, did Tsamara approach me when it wasn't exactly like this? Try if there's no Olive here. Beh, I must have brushed this my former future wife.' Inner Anggara tempestuous.

"Mas, tell me that what this poor woman is saying is not true."

Olive stomped her feet, accompanied by a face that was crimson. Tsamara seemed to be relaxed there.

In his heart he was grateful, because several times he was invited to interviews and provide motivation. So that he can control his heart to stay calm in all situations.

"Oh, so the attention you've been showing me lately isn't true, is it? I'm so happy you want to approach me again." Tsamara pretended to put her sad face in front of Anggara.

"Eh, ma'am, that's not what I mean. Don't be sad." Anggara held onto Tsamara's arms, while continuing to calm her down. As if forgetting, if there's Olive next to him.

"Mas! Your future wife is here." Screaming Olive did not accept, until he pulled one ear Anggara.

Making the man babysit in pain, and releasing his hand grip from Tsamara's arm.

"Eh, ma'am, it's not like that Olive I meant earlier. I love you the same. There is no other woman in my heart. Trust me, baby." Anggara continued to persuade Olive. While Tsamara with all her might held back her laughter.

"Oh, yes, I have. I'll just get out of here. But remember yes, my. You don't come near me anymore. I'm afraid to see a raging lion." After saying so, Tsamara waltzed away, staying relaxed.

'Duh, this is all wrong. My goal was to escape, Anggara's inner being hugged Olive, while glancing at Tsamara.

Unbeknownst to them, Thoriq from a distance witnessed all that. He was so jealous to see what Tsamara was doing. Even if he knows, if the girl is on her mission for revenge.