My Naughty Uncle's
Mr. Harold's Preparation

Somewhere else.

Mr. Harold was standing in front of the wardrobe while occasionally scratching his non-itchy head. It was clear that the man was confused when choosing what clothes he would wear today.

"What should I wear to see Lidya today? There's no way I'm wearing that regular outfit I've been wearing?" murmured Mr. Harold.

Suddenly Mr. Harold remembered the expensive suit he bought a few years ago. The branded suit was so dear to him and he always kept it well in his wardrobe.

"Ah, I'm stupid! I even forgot that I still have that expensive suit that I bought when I was abroad." Mr. Harold rummaged through the contents of his closet and finally he found the expensive suit.

The man smiled broadly after finding the shirt suit he had been looking for. He put on the suit and then watched it closely.

"May it still fit" murmured Mr. Harold.

His attention now turned towards the mirror, where his entire body was clearly visible there. Mr. Harold stroked his stomach which was now no longer in the form of a six pack. Even on the contrary, the man's stomach seemed to protrude forward.

"Ah, let's just try it" said Mr. Harold, who began to open the thick clear plastic covering the expensive shirt and remove it from the hanger.

Slowly Mr. Harold tried on his expensive shirt. After entering the right and left hands, now comes the time to close the buttons of the shirt one by one. However, suddenly the man put on a disappointed face because it turns out the shirt is not fit for his body.

"God! Does this mean I'm getting fat, huh?" murmured Mr. Harold.

Unfortunately again, Nick suddenly went into his room with a tray containing a cup of black coffee without sugar, according to the man's request.

"Mr Harold, this is your coffee" Nick said as he watched Mr. Harold who looked timid because the shirt he wore could not be closed perfectly in the abdomen.

"Just put the coffee on the nightstand, Nick," he said.

"Good, Sir." After putting the tray on the nightstand, Nick again watched the middle-aged man's appearance carefully while smiling widely.

The cuittt! The cuitttt!

"You look so cool, sir. Where you going?" ask Nick curiously.

Nick watched the man's stomach and laughed softly. "It looks like you're fat, sir?"

The plot! A jolt landed on Nick's forehead. The middle-aged man looked irritatedly at Nick at that moment. "Not to be clarified," she said.

"Ah, let me help you here, sir." Nick tries to help Mr. Harold put on the expensive shirt.

"really? Could anyway?" asked Sir Harold with a surprised face.

"Yes, let's try. Who knows how it works. Try to take a breath then hold," said Nick and strangely Mr. Harold it according to him.

Mr. Harold took a deep breath then held it in. His stomach, which had been protruding, now looked flat. At such a time, Nick immediately buttoned Mr. Harold's shirt with great difficulty.

"Yes, done!" nick said after successfully buttoning all the buttons of the shirt worn by the middle-aged man. He gave his thumbs up while smiling broadly at Mr. Harold.

"Ah, finally ...." Mr. Harold exhaled a long breath and his stomach, which had looked flat, was now back to its original size. Shirt buttons that had been closed perfectly, even separated one by one make Mr. Harold a drunkenness.

"Gosh, how's this!?" with a panicked face.

Nick looked back at the man while thinking hard. Until finally Nick got an idea that was either a brilliant idea or even a crazy idea.

"I have an idea, Sir! Do you want to try it?" ask Nick to Mr. Harold.

"If it can help me, then I'm willing to give it a try" Mr. Harold said expectantly.

"All right then. You wait here, I'll be right back" Nick said as he sat Mr. Harold to the edge of his bed and then sprinted out of the room.

"Huh, that kid! Just hope the idea can really help me this time," murmured Mr. Harold.

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