Don't Call Me Fat
Bookshop.

Hem. If only so cs aka cleaning service is not possible as well. Must not be good with his Aunt Maharani.

I went out to the dining room.

The son is not seen anywhere.

Oh my!!!

The sound of something like it was thrown. It makes a loud noise and invites anyone who hears it.

"Enough mas!!! all this time I've only been holding back, you've gone too far??!" peeking Mama Mona.

Papa who was quite surprised by the throw of the object also stood up.

"Certain what do you want??? hah, a small problem in a big one, anyways you have proof?" ask papa.

"Not proof yet but I see with my own eyes!!!" screeched Mama again.

"What you see is not necessarily true. Miss your blind jealousy!!!" sergeant papa.

I looked at them.

From behind my son pulled me up.

I threw that hand.

"I'm hungry!!!" my screeches.

But my son still pulled my hand away from there.

My son took my car keys and took me to a traditional food stall.

I'm still wearing a nightgown.

"Can you eat in such a situation?" men snaps.

"Why is it, there is nothing to stand in my way even if there is a murder in front of me" I said casually.

"You really can't read the situation, they need time" the son exclaimed.

"They, not me, I also need time to eat, but they mess up the peace at home" my protest.

"Are you really not in your manners?!" pekik putra's.

"What's? courtesy of courtesy?!" haha. What kind of education is that?" ask me.

The son closed his eyes for a moment and began to sit still.

"I'm sorry" she said briefly.

"For what? after all I was right that no one had educated the manners of the parents since I was born" I replied casually while.

"Yes have eaten, the food will be cold" asked the son to switch the conversation.

What's wrong with papa? they fight in front of us? haha is so funny.

After eating, my son took me to a bookstore. He said there was an important book he had to buy.

"Now the national exam, we have a lot to learn" cried the son as his hands were busy looking for books on the shelf of the bookstore shelf.

"Yes, but I'm not even here with my looks like this" I protested when some of the visitors started staring at me strangely because I was wearing a pink character's nightgown.

"Haha sorry, about her hunt earlier, gpp remains beautiful really" he exclaimed.

Really sucks this kid, doesn't change. But how do I like dong?

I'm lyrically someone who's no stranger is sitting reading a book.

"Maharani's? isn't she afraid of the night road? is she probably on the same path as her eccentric aunt?" my inner.

I was just about to say hello to him someone approached the Maharani.

The dimas? I was glued for a moment.

They familiar?

Basic Dimas, said he would wait for me uh very fast Deket with the others.

Astagfirullah, why do I have to be like this?

Don't I like my son?

Hay Lidya, realize, you have no right to like many men, just one in your heart, be loyal.

But it's my brother's son, our path is difficult together.

Who is in my heart.

Why am I confused. Though it was clear that I had even stated it to the man beside me.

No, I don't like Dimas.

"Look at what?" Ask the son .

"Eh it's nothing. Got the book?" ask me back.

"Already, you must also have this book to train in the matter of national examinations.

I nodded slowly.

The son took 2 of the same books

I didn't think Dimas saw us.

With confidence he waved at us.

"That's Dimas right, there first, I want to pay for this book" exclaimed the son.

I just put on a flat expression.

Shame on my nightgown. Yesterday I was angry because he lied to me about his birthday.

Prestigious dong instantly say hello after what happened.

Dimas even stood my nyamperin.

"It's very arrogant, haha, but naturally, you are the princess, the son of the sultan" he said.

"Line" I replied briefly.

Maharani looked at us and waved his hand. I smiled and headed towards him. Died of Dimas.

"You're here too?" exclaim Maharani.

"Eh yes, you? how can we walk at night?" ask me.

"Dimas asked me to teach him, because it was soon the national exam, so he picked me up to look for books and materials for practice" replied the Maharani.

"Oh, so Dimas went to your house?" ask me.

"Yes he picked me up from home, and has my aunt's permission" she replied.

"Thank God that's it" I said.

Dimas came and immediately sat down beside the Maharani to continue his studies.

"You study here?" ask me while looking around.

"Son, he used to be at Dimas' house, or if I couldn't get out Dimas studied at my house" answered Rani.

Habitually? means it's often.

Basic Dimas strange, if there is a Maharani why also he always took me where to accompany him. Can ask Maharani to accompany her

"What's wrong with your clothes, it's funny, to the bookstore wearing a haha kocak nightgown" said Dimas, laughing at me.

"Loe Ajja who doesn't know fashion. This is again the era of wearing street sleepwear" I replied.

The son patted me on the shoulder and made me a little surprised.

"Let's go home, we also have to learn" take the son.

"Eh yes, ran I went back first well" said my message to the Maharani only.

Dimas and the son looked at each other with a strange look that I could hardly describe.

What's up with them?

The son embracing my shoulder started to step away from there.

Dimas could only silently watch me getting away from them.

Her cheerful face turned moody.

"Dimas focus!!!" snapped Maharani while pointing towards the book.

Thank goodness this bookstore facilitates tables and benches for readers even though the number is very small.

We walked down the road to the parking lot. I'm looking at the sky tonight. Sunny. Many stars, even though the moon is nowhere to be seen.

Where did he hide that month?

Along the way I have silence. I was busy with my own thoughts.

"Tumben is silent, he's usually rambunctious, you why?" exclaim putra.

"Is mom and dad okay now?" ask me to distract from my other thoughts.

"Hopefully, in the household it is common for quarrels to occur" replied the son while looking at me.