My Lovely Fat Wife
Chapter 01

A tall, handsome-looking man with a sweet smile, and a pure white man steps down the basemant alley in one of the office buildings in the capital Jakarta.

His name was Kevin Bramasta. 30 Years old and an entrepreneur in property.

Bugh!

"Oh, my goodness!" Kevin cursed annoyed when someone hit his body. He stared intently at the person who hit him.

"If you use your eyes, dong! Be self-aware if you have a big body!" pissed Kevin.

Instead of apologizing, the person went straight to the elevator and got into the elevator.

Kevin was increasingly irritated and stepped into the executive elevator to his room.

Arriving at the fifteenth floor, where the room was. Kevin rushed into his room. He sat his body in the chair and closed his eyes. His head felt heavy thinking about the work problems as well as the personal problems he was facing right now.

Kevin was upset after hearing this morning of his match with a woman who was none other than the son of his business partner.

Bayu Bramasta, a middle-aged man aged 53 years but still looks youthful with his body that still looks handsome like when young first.

Kevin deactivated his phone, he even asked his secretary not to accept any clients or guests. He didn't want anyone to bother him right now.

"Lake in!" kevin's orders when he hears a knock on the door.

"Sorry, Sir. Outside is Mr. Bramasta. He wants to see you" said Siska, Kevin's secretary.

Kevin snorted in annoyance, I don't know what else the father would say. He even disabled his phone. However, in fact, the papa did not run out of sense and just went straight to the office.

"Please get in!" kevin said in a lazy tone.

Before long entered Mr. Bramasta, he seemed relaxed entering the work space of his only puppet son.

"Is there anything Papa's gonna catch up with me to the office?" ask Kevin.

Mr. Bramasta frowned as he looked at Kevin.

"Papa happened to pass in front of your office, so stop by here" said the father.

Kevin smiled and woke up from his seat. He stepped closer to the window window of his office room which showed the bustle of the capital Jakarta.

"If Papa wants to discuss the problem this morning, Papa should just go home, I still have a lot of work," said Kevin.

Mr. Bramasta took a deep breath and exhaled him slowly. Truly this Son of his wayang is very similar to him, both have a strong disposition. Where once you say no, your decision will still not be.

"Even you haven't met Prischa. Papa is sure you will like it. She's a good woman, and beautiful. Papa is sure, after you get married, you will definitely live happily" said the father.

Prischa Atma Wijaya, the only princess of Arya Atma Wijaya and Rita Atma Wijaya. A beautiful 27-year-old model, tall and has the perfect body shape like a Spanish guitar. His body shape is a dream for every woman. His skin was even so white and clean without the slightest flaw. Prischa is a perfect woman, beautiful, and certainly smart.

Kevin sighed. He never liked matchmaking. Moreover, he had not thought of getting married and building a household. For him, there is nothing more important than his career. Because according to him, if a man is established, there is no need to find a woman. Women will even try to chase after him. After all, Kevin still wants to enjoy his bachelor.

"I don't want to be betrothed, I can find a girl myself. Papa can't match me with Papa's chosen woman" Kevin said.

The papa sighed.

"Are you sick, Vin?"

Kevin scrunched his forehead while looking at the papa.

"What does Papa mean?" ask Kevin.

"I mean Papa, do you have any abnormalities? Yeah, kind of like same-sex people, and don't like women?" asked the papa while looking at Kevin with a full glance.

Kevin rounded his eyes, surprised to hear the words of the father.

I don't think Kevin believed that he could say all that.

"Then, why do you always refuse if Papa will introduce you to a woman? In fact, even though Papa never saw you close to any woman, other than your secretary, and that was only in the office."

This is not the first time for Kevin. Previously, the papa had tried to match Kevin with the woman of his choice but at that time Kevin refused to be betrothed.

"Gosh, Papa. I'm normal, Pa. I like girls. How can I have a disorder, while Papa himself is normal?" said Kevin.

"What do you mean you brought Papa?"

"I don't mean anything. But, Pa, please don't discuss this problem again, I'm dizzy with my office work that has piled up, please don't make me more dizzy," said Kevin.

The papa sighed. I don't know what else to persuade his son to want to be betrothed.

"Are you not ashamed? At the age of you who have stepped on the head of three, you still like to play around, Papa even wants to pet a grandson. Ever since your Mama died, and you've been busy with your work, Papa has been really lonely. Is Papa wrong if Papa expects something from you? From Papa's only son?"

His eyes were red, his lips were shaking. He really misses the late wife who was none other than Kevin's real mother who died since Kevin was 3 years old. Kevin can't even remember Mom's face.

Kevin sighed. Instantly his heart was filled with guilt when he saw the look on the face of the father who looked sad.

"Yes, I'm going to see Prischa" said Kevin.

The papa smiled. He was happy because finally his stubborn son was crushed.

"Well, Papa will arrange a meeting with the Prischa family" said the father, smiling. Clearly happiness emanated from the look on his face.

But it is different with Kevin. His face showed no happiness at all.

***

The next day, it was dinner time.

Mr. Bramasta and Kevin already looked dashing with his formal suit. The plan, they will meet with the Prischa family for dinner together. They went to one of the luxury restaurants located in the Central Jakarta District.

Arriving in front of the restaurant.

"Are you ready?" ask the papa.

"Hum..." Kevin nodded.

The two got out of the car and started to enter the restaurant door. The first time they were greeted by the greeter or receptionist who then drove the two to the vip room.

Kevin walked into the room.

"Hello, Mr. Arya. Sorry, you have to wait" said papa Kevin, shaking the hands of Mr. Arya and his wife.

Kevin also touched both parents.

"No problem, we just arrived. After all, Prischa hasn't arrived either. It seems, he's stuck in traffic. Well, you know for yourself, what is Jakarta like?" said Mr. Arya while smiling.

Mr. Bramasta nodded and sat his body on the curis. Followed by Kevin who began to sit near the father.

A few moments later.

"I'm sorry, I'm late" said a woman who suddenly approached Kevin's desk.

Everyone looked towards the woman.

"Well, there it is, Prischa," said Mr. Arya.

Kevin who saw the woman was shocked.

'So, Prischa you mean, is he?' kevin's mind doesn't believe.