Don't Call Me Fat
Holidays

The next day. I woke up, it was morning, immediately I took a shower and was ready to go.

My son banged on my hotel room door.

What a noisy child.

I still dry my hair with a hairdryer.

I'll open the door.

"Well not ready? have been waiting for it with papa mama" said the son upset.

"Yes, for a minute, her name is also a girl, yes long ago" I protested.

The grim son helped me put the rest of the stuff into my suitcase and bag.

Irritatedly I followed her with half dry hair.

"I haven't even had breakfast!" my grouse.

"Who told Bangkong, already know will leave in the morning, even relax" replied the son.

"Caps? it's still the morning son" my protest.

"Your bald-morning, come on!" her screeches.

Papa who was in the lobby was nagging because I we were almost late to the airport.

I even had to comb my hair all the way in the airport taxi car.

We're on the plane now.

"What matters is not to be late" I grumbled.

Papa and the compact son scolded me.

I just smiled as I took my skincare in the bag. I haven't had time to wear anything.

I put cream on that afternoon, I clap. And wear a little lip tin. So that it does not pale.

The son of the head bobble saw me busy on my own all the way at an altitude of 3000 feet from sea level. He chose to sleep for a while.

Goodbye my inner Tarakan.

I put out a headsad to listen to music on my phone.

.......🌺🌺🌺......

After the last long journey we arrived. Alhamdulillahot.

"Son!!!" my cry woke up the son who was fast asleep.

My son was surprised when I was shocked.

"We've arrived" I exclaimed.

He woke up with half of his new life.

The driver was waiting for us at the airport.

I'll get in the car immediately.

When he got home. I'm hysterical about forgetting to buy by a friend.

"Gosh, forgot to buy by" I exclaimed when I just got home.

"What a storm" asked the father who heard my loud voice.

"Forgot to buy by" I exclaimed.

"Jeez kiraen what an. So if the way to remember the time" exclaimed papa.

I pouted and began to climb the stairs to my room.

Huft, I can forget this.

Is it because I'm bucin? ah, it sucks.

The sound of the knocking of the room blew away my daydream.

I was so lazy I just screamed from inside.

"Just enter!!!" my screeches.

I'm still lying in bed.

It's papa, tumben.

"What's this?" ask me when papa brings a new, big Silver suitcase.

"Make you" replied papa.

"I'll have a suitcase, tuh" I pointed at my pink suitcase that was still standing in front of the mirror. I'm too lazy to unpack her, like I'm gonna have aunt take care of her.

"Not the suitcase but the contents" said papa.

I opened the suitcase too.

Fill her a suitcase full of by from Tarakan. Ranging from snacks to clothing and fabrics typical of Kalimantan.

"Geez, thank you papa" I said in disbelief as I hugged papa.

"You've guessed you'll forget that, because you're busy walking the same way son" he exclaimed.

"Ehhehe, yes , as well as there" I replied.

"Papa can not be long, the company must be monitored. Although there is an assistant papa, we can 💯 % believe in someone, do not be someone else, your own family can betray us, even your own shadow will leave you when dark" Papa's advice.

I just nodded and smiled.

I feel guilty about how I feel about my son.

Does that include betraying papa?

Ah, lazy to think of me, want to rest ajja deh.

Dad came down to rest in his room.

A son like him is asleep.

I was lucky to meet someone I liked every time but that was the obstacle.

Ah I have to think of school, learning to learn. Son is good, smart.

My phone rings, arriving.

I lifted her up.

"Have you slept?" ask someone behind the phone.

"Yes, I can't pick up the phone yet. Near ajja kok phone anyway" my protest.

"Liar miss. I'll keep seeing you, haha" she replied.

We stayed a year together, because he was going to go abroad after graduating from High School.

I have no plans where I'm going to college. I would love to attend a college in Germany. His word is obsessed with Habibie sir.

But he doesn't want me to follow him.

I'll think about where I'll be after graduation. I envy those who have plans and goals after graduation.

.......🌺🌺🌺......

3 Days of vacation is over. Not feel. Dimas has noisily asked to meet and asked by.

I'm lazy everywhere to tell Dimas to come to the house.

I didn't expect Dimas's Fast-forward to my house when I called him.

He was already in front of the gate.

The security guard immediately opened the door because Dimas often visited. Already know them.

Dimas immediately parked his motorbike in my yard.

He walked enthusiastically inside.

I went downstairs still wearing a flower-motif nightgown. Shirt sleeping without his arms and short his thighs.

Dimas hardly blinked looking at his smooth body as it descended.

The son who had just emerged from the kitchen was surprised to see Dimas in the living room.

Even more surprised after seeing me wearing a sexy nightgown.

"Astagfire, Lidya!!! there change clothes, there's a future guest so his clothes!" men snaps.

"But this is at home? so wear casual clothes dong" my protest.

"Replace. Now!" men snaps.

Dimas still enjoys the beauty of my body.

The son then closed Dimas' eyes with his hands.

"What the hell is a put" Dimas protested while dodging the son's hand and looking for me but I had already disappeared into the room.

"What's it gonna take to get here?" ask putra.

"There must be a need. Want to meet candidates bini dong, haha" replied Dimas.

"Allah. Still small Sok Sokan want to have a bini. the school used to be a real one" replied the son.

"Liet ajja bro, seriously very haha" Dimas laughed.

I also came down with a fairly closed shirt, although still a nightgown but her pants are long plain navy colored, his shirt is short-sleeved but like a shirt so it looks like a street shirt even though the clothes sleep. Relax at home. Ajja's son the alay. Even though as long as I have a good body like this, I really want to wear sexy clothes.

Once envied people, but the son did not like it. Right for the good. Huft.

"Well, the beautiful scenery is gone" muttered Dimas.

I threw Dimas with a sofa pillow.

Dimas laughed, then his hands looked up.

"Oh Allah, may I marry Lidya later so that I can see the beautiful scenery every day, Aamiin" said Dimas loudly.

"What the hell!" my protest with Dimas' prayer. I hit his arm. He laughed even more at my panicked expression.

Son silent.