Don't Call Me Fat
Night without the moon.

This time the author kasi visual cast well, this is the author ajja's assessment. Hidhi.

Lidya when she was fat. ⁇ ️

Lidya Wijaya's. After surgery and slender. ⁇ ️

Maisaroh/Maimmamaha. ⁇ ️

Empress. ⁇ ️

Siska. ⁇ ️

Dinda. ⁇ ️

Son. ⁇ ️

Adits. ⁇ ️

Dimas. ⁇ ️

Reno. ⁇ ️

Bimo. ⁇ ️

Rudi Wijaya's. ⁇ ️

Aunt Mona. ⁇ ️

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I stared at the street that night. Silent not as usual. No moonlight, trees move lightly. The cool air is refreshing.

I opened the car glass. The wind hits my face.

"The road is so lonely well" I exclaimed.

Dimas who was driving the car glanced at me.

"Isn't it?" answer it briefly.

An awkward atmosphere began to envelop us.

"Where are we going?" ask me.

"You'll know" she replied.

When I got to my destination I looked around.

"Lo sure you wanna come here?" ask me confused. An amusement park?

"Well not, next to him" he replied, pointing to the 5-star restaurant in the city.

We also entered the room. Greeted by the guard outside and let us in.

"Don't tell me to come here, I'm not wearing a dress" I protested.

"Haha alay Lo, since when do you wear a dress?" ask Dimas.

"Since, um, last time you got married again" as I recall.

"Why are you marrying again?" ask dimas.

"I feel like I've told you before, my dad married Aunt Mona, his mom's son, we're stepbrothers" I explained.

"Oh yes, forget, hehe sorry" exclaimed Dimas.

He also let me sit.

After ordering food and drinks we talked.

"Lid, I'm sorry if I bother you, but I still like you, I love you Lidya, I'll wait until you're ready" said Dimas.

This is Dimas. Brave and unteleapened guy I know.

"How well dim, I'm confused by my own feelings, I don't know if I like someone or not" I explained.

"Gpp lid, I'll be waiting for you" replied Dimas.

I'm getting confused.

Honestly, I love being on Dimas' side, just as I feel comfortable with my son, but I'm still not sure of my own feelings.

Food was served on the table.

In silence, we were busy with our food.

"Is there anyone else you like that you can't accept me?" ask Dimas.

I shook my head slowly. Hearing that, I remembered the son. Ah no no. My brother's son, I can't like him.

I stared at the transparent glass wall of the restaurant, looking at the sky out there.

Dark without the moon.

Regardless of any relationship I have with my son. He means a lot to me.

I wouldn't trade it for anything in the world.

I woke up from my daydream.

"Your son is on me" exclaimed dimas arrived.

I'm appalled.

"You mean?" ask me.

"Sorry, my son forbids me to tell you, he wants me to take care of you, that's why I'm getting stronger wanting to be with you" Dimas said.

"What does the son mean by saying that, where is he going?" my screeches.

"Either, he said after graduating later he wanted to continue studying abroad" replied Dimas.

"Antar me home now" I exclaimed as I stood up and walked away from our table.

Dimas's after me.

"We haven't finished his road" Dimas protested.

"I want to go home dim, sorry" I replied.

"Is it because son, you're so freaked out he's leaving, do you like him? you're even ignoring our path?" dimas Protest.

I turned around and slapped Dimas.

"Quite Dimas, you must be crazy!" my snapping.

"Yes I'm crazy, look at me Lidya Wijaya, don't you know how much I've been watching you all this time, I care about my son, unconditionally" Dimas said, his voice shook withstanding the tightness in his chest.

I'm still staring at him angry because of his words earlier.

I'm sorry Dimas.

I walked away from Dimas.

Walk out. When the taxi passed I immediately stopped her and went inside her.

Dimas looked at me sadly. He could only see the taxi I was riding slowly away.

Once at home I immediately opened the door to the son's room, it was seen he was busy reading a book.

He was surprised to see me come home so soon.

"When are you coming home?" ask putra.

I hit the son.

"Hey what's up?" ask him confused.

"What do you mean I've been to Dimas, huh, you think I can be tipped?" ask me.

"Oh that, I just don't want you to be close to the wrong person, because I believe the same kid" replied the son.

"You didn't even tell me your plans to study abroad, could I go there, wherever you go, you're dying on purpose, am I troubling you?!" my screeches.

"Hem, sorry, lid, that's not what I mean" replied the son.

"So what do you mean?!" my snapping.

"I don't want you to be a spoiled child, I don't want you to depend on me, I want you to be independent" the son exclaimed.

Aunt Mona arrives and enters the son's room. It surprised me.

"What is this, baby, a thousand storms?" ask her.

"Nothing" I exclaimed as I walked out of the room leaving them both.

After I was some distance Aunt Mona advised son.

"Look at your treatment getting excessive to Lidya, remember the position of your son, you are brothers" explained Aunt Mona.

"Yes I know ma" replied the son.

"Don't make mama worry yah" exclaimed mama as she exited the room.

Aunt Mona arrived in the living room, accompanying papa to coffee while watching the news on television.

"What's wrong with your face, baby? any problems?" ask Rudi Wijaya sir to his wife.

Aunt Mona shook her head slowly and smiled.

"I've prepared our vacation next week, as you want to go home" he exclaimed.

"True, thank you dear" cried Aunt Mona while hugging papa.

The son watched it from the top floor of our room.

He was nervous and blamed himself.

He should not destroy the happiness of his parents because of his forbidden feelings.

Son Return to room, contemplating fate.

"All my fault" said the son.

I lay down, staring at the sky in my room.

It's not without reason that God sent a son to be by my side. He kept his promise to be a good brother. But his kindness actually makes there a different feeling in my heart.