Don't Call Me Fat
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"Oh" I replied briefly.

"Aren't you angry?" ask putra.

"Why am I angry? the incident has also long passed" I exclaimed.

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The school bell rings. I sat alone daydreaming. Confused break hours to do.

Dimas pulled my hand and took me to the cafeteria.

"What the hell is dim?" my protest.

"Guide me eat" he exclaimed.

Arriving at the canteen Dimas ordered 2 bowls of meatballs and 2 iced tea.

"I'm not hungry" I cried.

"Yeee, really ge er, I ate 2 bowls." exclaimed Dimas.

I laughed hearing her.

"Drink 2 glasses too? Lo abis learned what a marathon abis running until hunger is like" I sneered.

"Someone, my stomach is dizzy, my brain is hungry" Dimas exclaimed.

Kocak in the world is this dimas. It's true that just ask friends to eat.

I saw a gallery on my phone, saw a photo on vacation in Tarakan.

Dimas glanced at my phone.

"What a beautiful photo of my soul mate" exclaimed Dimas.

I hit him on the shoulder until almost the meatball pentol came out of his mouth.

"Did, intentionally!" say me.

Bimo stopped by our table. Carrying a tray containing her food.

"Can join?" ask her.

"By dong, this is a public place" replied plain Dimas.

Again I pinched Dimas' arm until his hand was red.

"Oh, it's very sick to know, this persecution is mah" Dimas protested.

I stood about to leave but Dimas held me back, he grabbed my arm and forced me to sit back.

"There's a friend of yours eating, isn't there anything I'm here for?" my screeches.

"Well, don't you eat?" ask Bimo.

"Diet! satisfied Lo!" answer me.

Bimo took out my favorite bean chocolate sandwich when in the light High School first, it's been a long time since I ate it.

"Eat a little" Bimo bargained.

I stared at her not like it.

"The calories are big, I don't want to" I refused.

"Can't let the windfall" cried Dimas.

I doubtfully accepted the bread. But I gave it to the Maharani who was passing by.

Bimo was a little disappointed. He and Dimas continued to eat.

Dimas really spent 2 bowls of his meatballs.

Dimas stood up for a moment to pay for his food.

He brought the milk box and gave it to me.

"Relax ajja, it's low fat, the staple is low in calories" said Dimas.

I looked up at Dimas.

"Thank you dim" I exclaimed.

I drank that milk.

Bimo looked in annoyance at us.

He also finished eating.

"I'm sorry I spread that rumor" Bimo exclaimed.

"I've guessed the rumors aren't true, what is your real purpose?" ask Dimas.

"I just want Lidya to come back the way she used to be" Bimo replied.

"Never hurt her, you will face me" said Dimas.

The input signal bell reads.

"Well what the hell, dim, yuk back to class, it's been the sound of bells" I said as I pulled Dimas' hand.

Dimas smiles his own smile seeing my hand pull his.

"Go back to school on the road yuk" asked Dimas.

"Got ah" reject me.

"I'm so bad, I'm a birthday" Dimas told a lie.

"Are you right?" ask me.

No one remembers his birthday either.

"Hem good, ok" I replied at the end.

"Yes!!" exclamation dimas girang. He began dancing along the corridor.

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After school we were right.

I'm sorry son.

I'm on the bonceng riding Dimas' bike. It is more convenient to take a motorbike than a car to school or anywhere else.

The wind blows lightly, the weather is friendly, not cloudy, not hot.

The tree seemed to dance in the wind.

Dimas added to his motor speed so I had to hug him in the back. Dimas smiled happily.

Once at the destination.

The lake?

"What are we doing here?" ask me.

"Wash the dishes" Dimas replied.

I smiled lightly, Dimas is indeed strange.

I saw that he was busy opening his motorcycle seat, taking out a small mat and a few snacks.

"Piknik dong darling" he exclaimed.

I swear I heard it.

My son never called me that.

After the super mini mat was held, Dimas began to compose his snacks.

"Had forgotten to buy his cold drink" exclaimed dimas.

Thank goodness there are plenty of food around this lake. Many traditional traders.

I was ready for a moment to buy a drink.

I enjoyed the beautiful view of the lake.

This lake used to be where I poured out my heart's turmoil and anxiety.

I just realized, I haven't been here in a long time.

Dimas also came back carrying 2 bottles of cold soft drinks and full plastic egg rolls.

"Geez, can we eat this many eggs" I protested.

"Ih eat ajja deh, bismillah, God willing safe" cried Dimas.

We're the only visitors here in white-gray uniforms.

We were chatting while we were talking.

I took off my shoes and sat on the carpet.

We enjoyed the beautiful view of the lake.

"Lidya Wijaya" call her.

"Well" I replied.

"I know I'm just a figure in your life story, but can I consider my feelings again? soon we graduate school, I want you to remember this white ash-and-grey time of ours" said Dimas sadly. His eyes are glassy.

I looked at her, Dimas's gaze straight at the lake, his face sad, not sad made like at school, but real sadness.

Sad I heard her, Dimas felt himself just a figurehead?

I haven't answered my phone yet.

I picked up the phone.

"Where is it?" exclaim putra.

What do I have to answer? am I honestly walking with Dimas? or just lie.

I'm walking too because of Dimas' birthday. I pity to see her celebrate her birthday alone.

"There's a group assignment at school, I'm going to a friend's place" I replied lying.

"Well" the son turned off his phone.

From a distance the son saw me talking to Dimas by the lake.

He was jealous but couldn't do anything, so the son got into the car and went home.

"Main guess yuk's guess" let's dimas.

"Males ahk, you like Ngadi Ngadi" I replied.

"Come on, guess what, how is the sun different from the moon?

"Different, the sun is there during the day, if the moon is at night" I exclaimed.

"Wrong, the answer is that if the sun has a discount, there is no moon. Haha" replied Dimas.

"I guess the answer must be Ngadi Ngadi, garing ahk" my protest.

"Our sakes, you moon me the sun, we can't be together right?" exclaim Dimas pessimist.

"Don't the sad boy cake that dim" I said annoyed.

"Hehe, 6 more months together we're in school, after that we'll live each other out there, can we still be like this?" ask Dimas.

I'm speechless.

Dimas was right, although many dramas at school I will definitely miss the good times and bad.

"Either dim, hopefully we can still be friends after graduating from school later, I really have no planning to go to college where" I replied.