Forced to Marry the Fat Guy
Same with Vhi

Vhi throws his cell phone softly at the sofa he is sitting on. His attempt to get up and take a shower is now in disarray. He sat back on the sofa. This time, with a frown.

Do you want to get married? Thought astonished. Does she have a boyfriend? Wh who?

How Vhi was not surprised, to be sure, his brother was a difficult person close to women. No one wants to. Physically, Yuga's appearance is quite pampering for the eyes, although still inferior compared to him. However, his brother is famous as a person who is cold, indifferent and judes. One glance of his death is able to make the girls who are ready to approach directly run away in the fog.

And now her mom says her sister wants to get married?

"Who's the girl who's Mas Yuga's future wife?" his murmurs chuckled softly. "Huh, mending me take a shower while waiting for work hours to finish."

Vhi took a towel and headed to the bathroom to perform the ritual.

***

She dragged her feet into the room after the shower. A small towel is still wrapped around his head to dry his hair after bathing.

Ratih, his aunt has returned to Bandung, leaving him and Earth alone in this house. It just so happens that tonight Earth hasn't come home either, leaving Tya alone at home.

Although it is common to be alone or alone with the Earth, it still feels lonely. If his parents ... Tya shook his head and patted his cheeks to distract him.

"Udah! Already! Don't think macem-macem!" She hastily dries her hair so she can fall down and sleep.

Today is tired. The endless work and gossip that kept blowing about his relationship with Yuga seemed to drain his energy.

He wanted to, he was indifferent, there was no need to ignore such a thing. However, Yuga is not helping either. Their interactions continued to make the gossip more loud.

"There are those who are rich, there is nothing more important to them. World cup, cake! Which one will win, even the gosipin of my life!" Tya grumbled.

He took off the towel on his head, then grabbed his phone that was on the table to lay down on his bed. It's time to indulge. Especially if not watch his favorite drama or just scroll the social media screen? Who knew he got such a good inspiration from that, right?

However, just as the drama he was watching started, his phone screen changed displaying a familiar name there. Between annoyed that her me time was being bullied and happy that this person contacted her again, Tya shifted her screen to receive that incoming call.

"Hello," said.

"Super short, bye. Aren't you the same as me?" A crisp voice across the joint greeted his ears.

Tya grunts. "Kangen jitakin elo. He said he wanted to go home, why are you still stuck there?"

"Kangen, you're the same as me. Why, me!" The voice of the man sounded happy.

"You want! What's the matter with the phone?"

"So there's nothing I can't call you? Yeah, close it, man."

"Come, Vhi. Lo ambekan, deh. I'm a rich PMS girl, I'm a girl not so much!"

Vhi was blown up across. Tya knew, her best friend was just joking and Vhi would not get angry just because of such comments. They have been friends for a long time. For a long time, they knew each other very well. That's what Tya thought.

"How's your day?"

Heavy, replied Tya inwardly. "Well, that's it, deh. Lo inget Mas Gilang, right?"

"One team at the office? What's he doing, lo?" asked Vhi in a sharper tone than before.

"No, anyway. Ordinary, ordered this, told to report to his superiors all. That's his responsibility, not mine. Feels to me. Staff salaries, team leader responsibilities."

Habits that until now according to Tya are completely out of sync with the appearance of a cool and attractive Vhi. Funny in his opinion, there is a handsome guy, but chatty.

About Vhi's nagging just now that offended her personality, Tya didn't feel that way at all. According to him, he was quite vocal in voicing his thoughts. It's just that there is a reason for Mas Gilang to make Tya agree to his superior's request in the end.

"Snipples, shovels, deh. Don't talk to me. Sebel I denger lo ngomel mulu. Add to my head dizziness!" sulk Tya. "Has aja, deh. Why are you still there not coming home? At home, the hawa."

Vhi chuckled, happy to hear Tya's nagging. "In a moment, hold your kangen to me ...."

"Chew, tau!"

Vhi getting louder. "Gue has a surprise for you when you return to Indonesia."

Tya scowled with a frown. "No need to be weird, lo!"

"Gue guarantee you'll like it!"

Kernyitan Tya's forehead deepened. What is Vhi really planning?

***

Tya walked slowly into his office while occasionally massaging his nape. Several times a small belch sounded from his mouth.

"In my wind, I guess, nih. Must gini, deh, if shampooing malem-malem," his grunts while manahan nausea. "Where does the stomach taste great! Morning!"

He smiled as he passed some of his office friends from the other team. Tya was too busy with a pomp in his stomach to not notice the face of the coworker who passed him it became a little strange when he saw it. He went straight in and approached Arin whose desk was next to him.

"Morning, Rin!"

"Eh! Uh, come with lo. Why your face, by the way?" Arin was a little shocked because Tya had already come. His face was between panic and suspicion.

"Hm? Gorgeous, my stomach. Not very good taste. Nausea too. The wind, times, yeah." Tya answered still with a shriveled face holding back the discomfort inside her body.

"Huh? Your stomach is not good? Nausea?"

He was a little surprised at Arin's reaction which he thought was more so today. "Appaan, anyway. Lo lebay bener's. Rich people never catch a cold, Rin."

Arin grimaced while laughing awkwardly. "No, I'm just surprised. I rarely get sick."

It is true what Arin said. "Gue to the pantry first, make a drag before starting work," break up Tya. It would be difficult for him to concentrate on his work if it continued this way.

"Yes, yeah. Buru, uh."

"Gue first, yeah." He grabbed his phone and headed for the pantry.

A glass of warm tea with honey and lemon may be able to reduce his current affliction. Tya brought the steeping to the pantry table and sat there, waiting for the drink a little cold so that it could be drunk without paying his tongue while scrolling his phone screen listening to his team's group chat. Usually, Mas Gilang would greet his team there, check their respective deadlines, and distribute new work.

"Well, how come I'm mules, anyway!" muttered. Earlier this morning he had not been able to miss the toilet because of this glory.

He immediately went to the toilet to complete his daily wishes. Everything went smoothly, his stomach was a little more relieved now. However, it only lasted a few minutes. The toilet door opened, followed by several voices from colleagues.

Tya was about to come out when the words of one of them made his body stiff and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Whats? What the fuck are they, anyway?