Don't Call Me Fat
The story.

"Are you born indigo? or how?" ask me curious.

"Her descendants are more appropriate" replied the Maharani.

"Aren't you afraid?" ask me again.

"Feelings, we have discussed this first, yes fear the beginning, over time accustomed although still ajja there is a scary moment for me" he replied.

"Yes, I've talked about it but not details" I protested.

"There are no details anyway, yes ajja, was born like this, if I can choose I also do not want this." exclaimed Maharani.

"Well, where does your aunt work? oops, sorry if my question is too far" I said.

"Gpp, relax, she works at a clothing store, sory maybe you guys are not strange to see her all-clear appearance and her makeup is a bit excessive. Since the divorce, she has been like that. Because of her appearance, she looks like a bad woman now.

Though the original aunt is beautiful natural, her language style is a bit rough, please be understood, but the original Aunt is very good really, really, he is one of the people who want me to be happy in this world, so I am keen to learn so that he is proud, even though he never came to take my report" explained Maharani.

I looked at the ashtray and some of the rest of the cigarettes inside it.

"Who's smoking?" ask me.

"My aunt, my time" protested Rani.

I'm afraid the Maharani is offended if I help him so I'll replace it by offering him a job maybe.

But later I ask papa, who knows there is a vacancy in his company.

"Are we daydreaming?" ask Rani.

"Eh gpp really, so your daily life besides school, take care of the house?" I'm back to asking.

"Yes, a ripe aunt, I do laundry, do the dishes and drizzle, we share the duties" he exclaimed.

I'm nodding. It turns out that there are a lot of difficult people around me, I do have a lot to be grateful for.

"Here is actually less safe, sometimes there are drunken thugs in front of the alley there, but usually the night anyway They act, then I rarely walk the night. Later you will be careful well, don't let the night go, not ngusir yah" said Rani hearted.

I nodded, reflexively glancing at the wall clock. It's 17:00 . At 5pm.

"But calm ajja, the thugs are my aunt's friends, if they start being nosy, tell me ajja you're my family or my Aunt's partner. My Aunt Sifa's name. So you can call her Aunt Sifa. Guaranteed they do not dare to bother you, if they are not drunk, if they are drunk as well as avoid as much as possible" explained Maharani as if I would often pass this road.

"Yes yes" I replied.

"Eh, there is a cake made by Aunt Sifa, delicious loh, bentar yah" bargained Maharani.

He then walked quickly towards the kitchen.

Maharani came out again with a tray filled with donut cake and sweet warm tea.

"Well bothered. I'm still full we eat heavy" I protested. Could fail the diet.

"Gpp taste ajja a little" he exclaimed.

At the end of the day I took a piece of doughnut that was on that table.

I started chewing.

"Well, it's delicious, it's soft, it's not too sweet", praise me the umpteenth time for Aunt Sifa.

"He is a good cook and make cakes" he exclaimed.

I even added again. Wow this danger.

I'm lyrically again wall clock, it's half 6 p.m.

"I went home, scared of the night, scared of thugs, haha" I said.

"Oh ok ok, I'll take you to the front well" he said.

He followed me out and locked the door.

We went down the road , it was not as crowded as it was probably because it was afternoon.

Arriving in front of the alley where I parked my car.

Maharani waved his hand.

"There are still a lot of Rani, when can I play again here" I said.

I smiled and waved as well while looking at Rani from behind the rearview mirror of my car which started moving away from the place.

I walked a long way from the city.

......🌺🌺🌺......

When he got home.

"Where have you been?" ask putra.

"I went to the Maharani's house" I replied.

"To the Maharani house or the street again the same Dimas" taunted the son.

"Come on, believe it or not" I replied.

"Next time don't like lying anymore.

Because the impact of lying is so bad, it might save you temporarily but destroy you for as long as it takes. I'm just reminding you, don't break people's trust in you" the son advised.

"Yes bawel" I cried.

I saw Papa sitting quietly in the living room.

Tumben's coming home.

"Papaaaa" I cried spoiled

He put on a confused face. Because tumben I called her spoiled like this.

"What's wrong? there must be a want" replied papa guess.

"That can't be a spoiled child with his own papa" my protest.

There really is a need for me haha.

"Just go to the core, what do you want?" he was busy with his phone.

"There's no job vacancy at papa's?" ask me.

Papa frowned.

"There are, butii only great people who are there, who do not accept just anyone" he exclaimed.

I also pouted.

"One time gpp is take ordinary people, well yeah well" my sedu.

"Who do you want to recruit?" ask papa.

"My aunt's a friend" I replied.

"What graduation? papa's office if high school graduates can only be cleaning service only, at least S1 can only be in the office" he exclaimed.

"Well, it's just cleaning service anyway"My answer was sluggish.

But I haven't asked Maharani what kind of aunt her graduates are.

"Here you go, stop too good with people, go up there and take a shower, smell cool, school uniform from the morning right?" said papa while closing his nose.

"Ihh time the smell" said I who did not accept the reality while kissing the right left armpit.

With annoyance I went up to my room to take a bath, soon magrib.

The son as usual was getting ready for the mosque.

I'm very happy with him, but I can't get too close at home. Afraid to see mom.

I opened the door of my room.

I turned on the water and started soaking in a bathtub full of foam.

Ah comfortable. My inner.

After taking a bath I prayed magrib and began to read the Koran. Although still brick.

The son smiled to hear me read the Quran slowly, from behind the door he heard it until I was done.