Don't Call Me Fat
Grandma son.

This chapter is repeated, there was a technical error. So if before or after reading this chapter find the same story with different chapters just like skip ajja, because it can not be deleted by the system.

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It didn't feel like we had been in town for a week, Tarakan. North kalimantan.

My son and I were sitting in the hotel lobby waiting for my mom and dad.

"Put, where are you going to school anyway?" ask me.

"MAN" she replied briefly.

"Man?" ask me again.

"Yes Aliyah Madrasah state, why the hell?" putra.

"Only ajja, deserve your religion is good" I exclaimed.

"Yes dong, besides being smart I'm Soleh. Haha" praise yourself.

Mom and Dad got out of the open elevator. We're going to Jeny's house again to say goodbye before we go back to my town tomorrow.

Arriving at Jeny's house.

"Hunt really rush home anyway their vacation is still long" protested Miss Sarah to her sister.

"Yes, sister, but we have been here one week more, later if there is anything immediately contact me, brother" exclaimed mama.

"Alright, take care of your health" said Ms. Sarah while hugging her younger sister tightly. Their tears flowed as if they did not want to part.

"Eh, have you met Indra? I heard she was sick and not married again" Ms. Sarah said. Indra is the father of his son.

"Eh, as soon as we don't see each other again, you know what he looks like, maybe he destroyed my new home, my son doesn't want to see him" she exclaimed.

"really? hm yes, I hope he quickly recovered from his illness" exclaimed Miss Sarah.

"What pain is she?" whisky mama.

"Cancer of blood" replied Miss Sarah.

Mama was surprised to hear her, but because there was a papa she was reluctant to discuss further.

"So when are you planning on going home?" ask Sarah ma'am.

"Tomorrow" answered my mother.

"Hm good, be careful later" exclaimed Miss Sarah.

In my little heart my mother felt compassion after hearing her ex-husband was sick.

But he did not dare to just visit his ex-husband.

He kept silent telling his son to see his sick father.

The son refused, but I persuaded him to see his father. I accompanied him too.

After saying goodbye to papa on the grounds of our way to the hospital where the father's son was treated. Armed with info from his father's family their son knows where his room is.

There was an old grandmother guarding her father's son.

She is her mother Mr. Indra, her grandmother's son.

"Assalamualaikum nek" exclaimed the son as Salim backs his grandmother's old hand.

"Son?" ask the grandmother.

"Yes, I'm sorry son. The son rarely visits the grandmother" exclaimed the son feeling guilty.

"Gpp, grandma's granddaughter has eaten? this is pocket money for the son.

The son cried and hugged his grandmother

I've never seen a son cry like this.

I also cry.

"Son is already a big grandma, her money just save it, grandma herself has eaten yet?" ask the son while wiping his tears.

"Grandmother has eaten" replied the grandmother with a smile. His wrinkled little hand held the hand of the son.

"What pain is my mother?" ask putra.

"Cancer blood, should be grandmother who is sick, grandma is old" exclaimed grandma.

"Hus, grandma can't say that" said the son.

Shabby grandma, typical old man.

I can't bear to see her.

The son then fixed the slanted granny hijab.

"Mother, who is healthy and strong well, dear son with grandmother" exclaimed the son.

Shut up I confided with the doctor.

"Aren't there any other options, Doc?" ask me when the doctor tells you the conditions and solutions for his disease.

"He needs a Sum sum donor bone, and it's very difficult to find a suitable one" the doctor said.

"Do your best for her doctor, do not forget to contact me if you can donor. I will pay for all his treatment but please keep this secret from his family well" I exclaimed.

"Well, I'll try my best" the doctor exclaimed.

I nodded and went back to the room.

"Where from?" ask putra.

"From the toilet" I replied.

I glanced towards them. Grandma fell asleep for a moment, the son carried her to the sofa.

"I want to see Grandma's house" I said arriving.

"What a chance, tomorrow we're back" exclaimed the son.

I saw the sky was getting dark, magrib arrived. Son praying in hospital.

I saw a middle-aged woman coming with a bag.

"Mom, let me take care, mamak go home ajja" said the woman.

The woman was his aunt's son, the younger brother of Mr. Indra.

Grandma smile.

Aunt Luna looked at the son for a moment.

"Son?" ask her.

"Yes Aunty" the son also greeted her.

"Since when are you here, if so please bring your grandmother home well" cried Aunt Luna.

"Yes Aunty" replied the son while asking grandmother to stand up.

"Who is this son?", asked Aunt Luna pointing at me.

"My half-brother" replied the son briefly.

"Oh yes, Auntie has heard, the woman is married again" cried Aunt Luna with a light smile. Impressed insincerely in his smile that.

"I'm saying goodbye to Auntie" exclaimed the son while carrying grandmother. My son doesn't seem to want to introduce me to them. Maybe they don't get along.

When she arrived at Grandma's house the sky was already dark.

Grandma's house is in quite far from the city. Address is in juata.

I threw myself in the wooden house seat. I looked around the house. Grandma made us jasmine tea.

"Let's get a drink" exclaimed grandma. We also drink.

"Who do you live with in this house?" ask me.

"Sama Indra, his father's son, just two, his father's son is the one who takes care of grandmother now" replied the grandmother.

"But she was sick instead, so she was the grandmother who was guarding her hehe" exclaimed the grandmother with a smile.

The son helped close the window of the grandmother's house that was still open. He looked to the side of the house and was silent for a moment.

It turned out that the person who lived beside this house was his acquaintance son.

The son looked at the house next door.

"What's wrong?".asked me while looking in that direction.

The son did not answer.

I saw a beautiful girl of our age chatting with her family.

The girl was noticed. He also looked at us.

The son then hid.

"Who is he?" ask me.

The son did not answer.

Not long after that the girl came knocking on the door.

The son opened his, making the girl surprised instead of playing. Just about the cake he was about to give to grandma fell on the floor. I immediately welcomed the cake.

"Son???" screech the girl.

They looked at each other in disbelief. It was as if I hadn't met for a long time.