Don't Call Me Fat
prepare holiday.

The sky is getting darker. Adzan magrib. I know this when the son goes to the mosque.

I immediately took a shower and prepared to be ready to perform magrib prayers, like the teachings of the son.

At the end of the prayer I prayed to God about the restlessness of my heart. If it is not good for me, may my heart accept all the provisions and destiny of it.

If this feeling is a sin for us, may God take it out of my heart. I must realize that he is my own family. I need to be able to control my feelings.

After praying I open a light green face gift from the son.

I looked in the mirror. Did I wrongly love my brother. But we are not siblings. Ah but keep our ajja brothers.

Remember Lidya, good son and care for you because you are his brother not because he loves you. Ok, my inner.

I grabbed my suitcase and packed my stuff, I brought a little, even though we'll be there for a long time.

My stomach hurts. I forgot to eat since lunch, had a chance to remember but seeing my son and mama talking in the dining room stopped my intentions.

I hold my stomach. I've never set a snack in a special snack cabinet in my room, for fear of fat.

With my legs down, I have to eat.

Everyone gathered at the dining table.

"Thank God you came down, just now papa will call you to come down" he exclaimed.

I sat down next to Papa.

Dinner began, silent for a moment, I did not greet and chatty to the son as usual.

So did the son, he did not say much.

"You guys got into a fight?" I asked when I saw that there was a strange scene between us.

"No" we said almost simultaneously.

It made us even misbehave.

"It's funny, there's no reprimand then, what's the matter?" exclaimed papa smiling at the unusual behavior of us.

"Here you are, let's continue eating" exclaimed mama while staring at the son does not like.

Because we're not like a brother who's fighting. It just looks like a couple of lovers who are fighting.

All wrong, we are familiarly wrong, we are ordinary and wrong.

"Haha, whatever you guys, don't stay long in his security, tomorrow we are vacation, the holiday period is not cool" he exclaimed papa.

I just smiled thinly. The son is so too.

After eating I went to the pool again to amuse myself.

My mother approached me.

"How's the result?" her greeting.

"Thank God" I answered briefly.

I dip my feet in the pool, the water is cool.

"Oh thank God if so, the son ranked first in his school" he said.

"really? thank God, he didn't tell me" I said.

"I'm sorry" said my mom.

"I'm sorry? why?" ask me.

"Eh, gpp kok, sorry ajja, mama entered first well, outside cold, you also do not stay here long" he exclaimed.

I'm still playing water in the pool. I looked at the sky. Ordinary son would be nimbrung if he saw me sitting here.

Now I don't expect many more sons to accompany me on my day in this house.

Though it was full of color this house since the son moved here.

Now back empty, when he exists but like nothing.

The son looked at me sitting on the edge of the pool, from behind the balcony upstairs of his room.

Everything has gotten more complicated since a strange feeling crossed my heart.

I want to go back in time when I hated it so much. So that I wouldn't be sad if he was far away from me.

I lift my feet from the pool The water is getting colder. The night is getting late. I'm still curled up by the pool.

And the son is still on his balcony staring at me. He wanted to come down and accompany me but my son was afraid to see my mother.

"Tumben plays alone non, his usual same son?" exclaim bi Minah when she saw me in the pool earlier and walked in by herself.

"Ah, maybe he is busy packing bi, tomorrow we leave" explained me.

"Yes yeah, not packing yet?" ask aunt.

"It's safe, it's safe" I replied as I walked up to my room.

The night is late.

Just about to enter my room, my hand reached someone. I was about to scream in shock but son m covered my mouth with his hands.

Our eyes meet.

My son pulled my hand towards the 5th floor of our house.

Once there.

"What are we doing here?" ask me confused.

I don't know why my son hugged me so tightly.

I hesitantly returned his embrace.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to avoid you" he exclaimed.

I'm comfortable, I like it in the arms of a son.

"Gpp really, don't be too good, later I misunderstand in interpreting your feelings" I replied.

The smell of her body, I love it.

Son took off his embrace. He gave me a gift.

"This is a gift because it has been ranked in school" he said.

"The feeling of your first rank, I'm only ranked 3rd in class" I exclaimed

"Where do you know I ranked first?" ask her.

"From my mom" I said.

"Well there is a development, at the end you can call Mama, usually Aunt Mona hihi" exclaimed the son.

"Oh yes, I also just realized" I replied

I opened the gift box from my son.

Just a hairpin, but it makes me happy and flowers blossom.

In the face of danger, I can like her more.

We sat on the top balcony of our house. The roof is more precise.

The view here is no less beautiful just that we rarely go up here.

"Sorry just saying that, I happened to see him when I bought another item. It crossed my mind to buy you that" he explained before I protested.

I will not protest.

Enough of him by my side has made me happy.

Son put his hairpin on me.

Hair curler ribbon. So sweet.

"Thank you" I exclaimed as I leaned my head on the son's shoulder.

My son stroked my short hair.

"It's the same" she replied.

I want to feel like I spent the night here on the son's side.

I grabbed his palm and put our fingers together.

"Most watch this Korean drama of yours, yes, no, no my dreams" the son protested when he saw our hands were already tied but he did not reject my actions.

"Haha, yes, I am" I said.

I love you son. My inner.