Don't Call Me Fat
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"Claras?" the son hesitated.

Clara nodded.

"Oh yes, grandma, it's a cake for grandma, sorry well almost fell her cake earlier, thank God there are you who caught it, thanks" Clara exclaimed to grandma and towards me.

"Makasi yah ra, duh bothered, tau ajja grandma arrival guest" said grandma.

Grandma invited Clara to sit down and take a cup, because there was still a lot of jasmine tea in the teapot for us.

I sat for a moment playing with my phone.

Clara grabs the cup from grandma.

Sometimes I look at Clara in front of me. He sat beside the son but there was a distance between them. About 1 meter. Like her Clara keeps her body from getting close to the non-muhrim, I thought.

Beautiful with her hijab, my inner.

I pretend to be playing cell phone again.

"You haven't been here in a long time" Clara said.

"Yes, hehe, sorry" replied the son.

"You're back in town or what?" ask Clara.

"I'm just on school vacation. Tomorrow we will go back there" replied the son.

"I'm so fast, the school is deserted without you" Clara exclaimed.

"Haha yes, quiet because the troublemaker at school has left, it's Ra, I'm calm now at my new school" replied the son.

"Oh yeah, who's the put?" ask Clara.

I am busy with my phone.

"My half-brother" replied the son.

"Oh, huft, I think you brought a candidate. Haha, a son is difficult to achieve, many girls have to ghosting ajja with you" cried Clara.

"I never ghosted anyone, they ajja ge er, just in please a little already like, all wrong so her, not in please pity, in please even misunderstand" the son

"Haha yes really, tuh, until now Tini is still waiting for you, haha" cried Clara.

"Lidya, play hp mulu, nih, know my friend from childhood to School in MAN" said the son.

"Eh yes, I'm Lidya Wijaya" I exclaimed as I thrust my hand.

"I know Clara, called Clara" she replied as she greeted my hand.

We are just as smiling.

"Friends since childhood?" my inner.

They are very close. Because I have known him since childhood.

"Since childhood before SD?" ask them.

"Son, our abis was born, wkwkwkk" joked the son.

I immediately pouted.

"Serius putraaa" I cried.

"Since childhood, at age 5, we've been playing together a lot, because our parents know each other, and I've been neighbors with their grandmother's son. So close we were, wherever many thought we were dating.The son was always there for me, he always protected me.

Since our Elementary School we are the same school until High School.

But since the son's parents divorced, the son has never visited again here, the good son became naughty at school, he became fond of fighting teachers and became a cold and annoying figure.

I was also affected by the change of son, I was sad because the son changed, what else after the son was expelled from school, and went somewhere without any news. So I was surprised to see it was here, I didn't expect it" explained Clara.

The son laughed at hearing her.

Clara takes the son to her house, before tomorrow the son returns to my city.

"I'm saying goodbye for a while yah to the next, sorry, you're the same grandma ajja first" exclaimed the son.

"Ok" I answered briefly.

The son and Clara walked to the house next door.

"Assalamualaikum om, Auntie" exclaimed the son.

"Wa'alaikumsalam salam, wah no son, has not played here for a long time, how are the sons?" ask me haris.

"Alhamdulillah good om, what about the family?" ask putra.

"Thank God be good too, how is your father put? Om sad to hear it" asked om haris again.

"Father is still in the hospital om, her pain is severe" replied the son.

"Astagfirullah, may your father quickly recover yes" cried om haris, his friend father.

"The more handsome ajja you are well put" cried Aunt Nuni.

"Hehe, can ajja Auntie this" replied the son.

Clara came out carrying a tray containing 4 cups of warm tea and their sponge-made cakes.

"Where is yudo om?" ask putra.

Yudo is Clara's older sister, judo has been in college for the 3rd semester. The son was also familiar with Yudo.

"The way out with his college friend, ordinary young man" replied Mr. Haris.

"Oh, just say hello to him well om, sorry can not linger, about him I have to return tomorrow to town x" exclaimed the son.

"In drink first his tea dong" protested Clara

"Yes yes" replied the son. He drank his tea and ate the sponge cake. The typical Bolu that has always been in Clara's house since long ago. Son misses the cake made by Aunt Nuni. Very nice, soft.

"Ah miss her to eat cake made by Aunt Nuni, delicious, soft, still the same as before" praised the son.

Aunt Nuni was flattered.

"Ah can ajja" replied Aunt Nuni as she patted her husband's shoulder.

"Don't forget to come back here again well, if you're an adult, pick up the Clara tuh, om likes her the same you, because om has long known you son, so is the daughter-in-law om." said om haris.

"Dad!!!" squeak Clara shy. He hid his blushing face.

"I can't promise you, after all we're still school kids, haven't thought about it. Don't wait for me, God willing I will study abroad, Clara could quickly get a mate after graduating from school. So whoever the good guy just accept om" the son's advice.

"Hahaha yes yes, , om know you are still children, do om say later if you have grown up son, but it's up to you guys anyway, om not pushy" explained om haris.

After a long chat, the son said goodbye to go home, we have to pack for tomorrow.

Just one step out of Grandma Clara's house chasing us.

"This is a cake for tomorrow's supplies in the attention, and it's my WhatsApp number well, don't lose any more news" said Clara.

"Oh, thank you well" replied the son while accepting his.

"Be careful" cried Clara.

The son nodded as he waved to granny and Clara.

"Titip my grandmother well ra, sorry to bother. My beautiful grandmother, son gone well, I Love u grandma" cried the son.

Make om hariis and Aunt Nuni laugh at his hearing.

Grandma and Clara laughed at the son's joke. They waved his hand to let go of the son.