Don't Call Me Fat
Wrongfully.

We looked towards the lake.

Ask them how their future will be.

"Open your palms" he ordered.

I just according.

Dimas then slowly put something on my palm.

Dimas gives a keychain the shape of a volleyball.

Exactly the same as the original volleyball but in a minimalist form.

I smiled lightly.

"Thank you dad, you're the birthday even I'm the gift-covered one" I exclaimed.

"You received the gift enough, if anyone hurts you, look for me. I'm there for you" he said steadily.

Dimas really looks like a son. I stared at him for a moment.

"Alah Alay Lo ,so romantic. Haha" said I.

"I'm serious" she replied.

I pat Dimas' cheek.

"Hey realized, not the time for bucin, go home yuk" take me.

Dimas nodded.

......🌺🌺🌺......

When I got home, I took a shower and another.

I don't see a son anywhere.

I went to Ajja's room.

I knock and I open the door but it's locked?

Tumbens.

I took the phone and called her but it wasn't picked up.

Where is son?

At night I knocked on the door of the son's room.

"Son.." call me.

The sound of a key being moved and the door of the room opened. The son appeared behind the door while looking at me strangely.

"You did the hell, use the room in the key of everything" I said.

"This is my room, whether I want the key or not" he replied.

"Why you?" ask me.

"I have to ask you why you lied to me" cried the son.

"liying? meaning?" ask me.

Does the son know I'm going home from street school with Dimas?

"You don't have group work, do you?" exclaim putra.

"Eh, yes, sorry well, Dimas said he had a birthday today, I feel sorry because no one remembers his birthday, so I accompanied him" I replied.

"Why should you lie, can you say" exclaimed the son.

"Yes yeah, Hem the core is sorry" I said.

I think the son will be angry.

"I have no right to go that far as to be angry or jealous" the son exclaimed as he ruffled my hair.

I was silent while the son had gone downstairs to dinner.

I'm coming down too.

......🌺🌺🌺......

I found a keychain in the shape of a volleyball from Dimas in my white ash pocket.

I smiled for a moment.

"Based on a weird kid" my grumble.

Did I get a present, but what, Dimas hobby what?

I can't possibly be a son, can I?

Did I pack ajja worship equipment?

Good idea Lidya! my inner.

Am I going to buy you a prayer mat, a skullcap and a sarong? what else is dad? tasbih, Qur'an.

How does it become like a set of prayer tools? haha.

Ok tomorrow I'll buy it all after I get home from school.

The next day. I really went to a store that specialized in selling a set of prayer tools.

I put it in a big cardboard box.

Then I rushed to deliver directly to Dimas' house.

I press the doorbell, a middle-aged woman opens the door.

"There's a Dimas bi?" ask me.

"Eh non lidya, there is non, there is, young master again relaxed on top, enter ajja" replied the aunt who already knew me.

"Good bi, thanks yeah" I exclaimed.

I also climbed on top of his luxury home rooftop.

The atmosphere is still the same as it used to be, like a cafe.

Once on top I saw Dimas was relaxing while lying on one of the chairs, listening to music on his phone using a headset.

I touch his shoulder slowly. He was very surprised to see me in front of him.

"Surprise!!!" my screeches.

I took out the gift and the mini-cake I bought. Without candle.

At first he was shocked, after which he laughed out loud at my confused expression.

"Happy birthday Dimas, best prayer for you" I said.

Dimas even laughed at me.

"I'm laughing" I protested.

"Okay, maap maap nih well, I'm not birthday Lidya Wijaya, I joked yesterday, sorry I lied, about her I really want to go the same way with you" said Dimas.

"God! your joke's not funny Dimas!" scream me while you leave.

But Dimas held my waist.

"Because it's here ,ayo eat together" he asked.

"So, you liar!" exclaim me.

"Sama" she answered.

"What do you mean?" ask me.

"As you are, liar, yes" Dimas put on a serious face making me uncomfortable.

I just shut up. It's true I'm a liar. I lost a friend because I was a liar.

I threw a volleyball keychain at him and ran down.

"Lady....!" pekik Dimas while chasing me.

Dimas hugged me from behind, I muttered.

"I'm sorry, I'm just kidding" he exclaimed.

"Let go of me Dimas!??" my snapping.

"Thank you a lot well, for your attention, you are indeed a good friend" Dimas exclaimed as he took off his embrace.

I didn't answer and went home soon.

Dimas could only look at my back which was getting further away.

Dimas went up to the roof and took the cake and presents from me.

He began to open the gift.

He did not expect a Lidya Wijaya would give that special gift to him.

This is a gift for my afterlife.

Dimas smiled happily.

"He was different" Dimas said.

Lidya is also not a religious figure.