Don't Call Me Fat
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I went back to class. Take the bag and go home. Since there were no hours of teaching after the replay, we could go home at any time. I am not interested in any race either.

My step in holding Bimo in front of the classroom door.

"Surge!" my snapping.

"How else do you have to forgive me?" ask Bimo.

"I'm disappointed with you, disappointed it's level above angry, it's not easy, it returns everything like it used to be impossible" I reply.

I left, Bimo held my arm.

"What is this bro?" tanya dimas to Bimo while pulling me from Bimo's grip.

"It's none of your business" replied Bimo.

"But you've been bothering my woman, which means it's my business" Dimas said.

Whahuh? your lady?

I stared in confusion at Dimas.

"meaning? you guys dating?" ask Bimo.

"Yes, let's go home baby" I replied. Dimas was more surprised to hear me.

Bimo hits the classroom wall.

After being some distance away from the class Dimas directly attacked me with a question.

"Are you serious?" ask Dimas.

"No, sorry, well, you said to her I'm your woman" I protested.

"Eh that's because like her at bothering you, I'm just helping you get away from her" Dimas replied.

"Hem, thanks dim" I exclaimed.

"Gpp really also gpp, I like" he replied.

I pinched his arm.

"Yes, if so we pura couran ajja how?" ask Dimas.

I thought for a moment.

"Hmm, may tuh, pura, interesting as well" I replied.

Dimas dancing pleasure, even if only pura.

"Yes, this time I drive you home well, girlfriend" said Dimas while turning on his motorbike.

I haven't asked to pick up either.

I nodded and rode on the Dimas bike ready to slide out of school.

Bimo could only look jealously at us.

"The embrace of dong, the temple must be totality" cried Dimas in front of me.

"Ih modus ajja Lu" protested me but I complied.

I hugged Dimas all the way home.

I see the beautiful view. Falling leaves, light wind, trees swaying in the wind.

I really enjoyed it.

Once in front of the gate I got off the bike.

"Thank you dim" I cried.

"Same as my queen" she replied.

"What the hell, crisp, already there, heart of heart yah" I said as I waved my hand.

After being a little far away I entered.

"Cieehh in anterin greeting non, her boyfriend yah" taunted my house guard.

"Ih, sir Imin can ajja, kepo deh" I replied as I ran into the house.

Mr. Imin opened the gate, because the son's car came. Car entering the yard of the house. My son saw me walk in.

He parked his car, then met me.

"Oh I was in between Dimas, safe" I replied.

We are the same as entering the house.

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I stared outside through the balcony of my house.

Entar night wear what clothes well, why am I busy anyway, this is the same street Dimas doang, ordinary mah that, not a date. Ah what I was thinking. Why am I thinking about it too.

But my footsteps went inside and picked out the clothes in the closet.

Geez, this is still afternoon, after all, just an ordinary road not to the official event.

I shook my head as I saw her clothes on the bed.

My son knocked on my door.

I panicked and immediately rolled up the shirt and put it in the closet.

"Come ajja" I shouted.

"Have a long answer, why the hell", asked the son.

"So I was on the balcony, not horrified" I answered

"Oh so" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" ask me.

"Papa told you? Next week after the distribution of the report we leave for vacation" said the son.

"There hasn't been any? gercep also papa" answered me

*Gercep\= fast motion.

"Ok, thanks for the info" I exclaimed excitedly.

"That's so happy, because Bimo moved to your school?" ask putra.

My smile faded away.

A bimo? hah, I don't even want to see his face.

I shook my head slowly.

Does my face look happy?

Because what is yah? OMG time yes because Dimas. No no, no.

"Hey, why daydream?" my son clapped my hand.

"Hem, no, there's something ajja in school, I'm not interested in what motive Bimo to change schools, make more competition in the classroom" he said.

"Haha, right, can be eliminated deh rank you all, if I really do not care about the ranking" said the son.

I shrugged my shoulders as I moved.

"Gpp, not ranking, the important thing is to go to class and graduate school later" my son encouraged me.

By nightfall, I was ready to go on the road with Dimas.

"Well beautiful, tumben go where, but it skirt less material well, change." ordered the son.

I told her I was going to walk with Dimas.

The son did not mock me like a security guard outside he even noticed my appearance.

Irritatedly I replaced my miniskirt with trousers.

Not long after that Dimas came to pick me up.

"Be careful" cried the son at Dimas.

"Every boss" Dimas replied, then gasp into the big road.

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Like the author can not update it, about his abis vaccine. Her innate sleepiness is so. Author rest first yah🙏