Don't Call Me Fat
Fieldwork

When he got home.

There were no more sounds of them.

That night I just saw my mom crying by the pool.

I dare to approach her.

The son had already gone up. I quietly went down again and approached my mother.

"What's wrong?" ask me.

My mother was surprised at my direction.

He immediately wiped his tears.

"What's wrong" my mother replied.

I sat next to him.

Looks her pretty face with puffy eyes.

Beautiful, pure white, less anything.

I know papa's habits. No wonder he cheated?

I smiled thinly.

"Why are you crying?" ask me.

"Because I love your papa" she replied.

I frowned at me.

"How do you mean it?" ask me confused.

"You're too early to know the feelings of adults, you'll know" replied Mama as she rose from the side of the pool and stepped into the house.

Again I was considered a labile teenager. But I'm right I'm still unstable. Obviously, because I'm still a high school student.

......🌺🌺🌺......

I brought a stack of math PR books to the teacher's room.

"Why do I have to take it anyway" I grumbled, because I was not the class president or secretary in this class.

In part we are already in 3rd grade, should his focus be on training about the national exam eh even ngasi pr?

Seeing me struggling, Dimas ran towards me.

Without a cue he immediately took a portion of the stack of books and accompanied me to bring him to the teacher's room.

"Lidya Wijaya, play yuk?" bring her.

"What!??" my screams don't understand.

"Main that loh" he exclaimed towards the field.

A basketball? at a time like this?

"I can't play basketball!" say me.

"Well, well that's dong, Lidya who is as rude as ever" he exclaimed with a smile.

I put a jutek look in his direction.

"Our gray white age is coming to an end, so enjoy it while you're still a student here" he exclaimed as he pulled my hand out onto the field.

Thank goodness the weather was friendly.

Dimas threw a basketball at me.

"It's not his hours to play, even though his teacher is not present we have to study Dimas, study!!" screech me while throwing a ball at him.

Dimas quickly caught the ball and put it in the basketball hoop with one throw. And the ball came in.

"That's it, I'm not interested" I exclaimed, walking away from her.

But Dimas was after me.

"Try it, just once" Dimas said.

I breathe heavily. But the end took the ball.

Dimas dancing with excitement.

The basketball court was quiet because everyone was busy studying in class.

"What if a teacher sees us?" my protest.

"Good dong, we create memories for them haha" he replied.

"Bad memories against the teacher?" exclaim me.

"Haha hey, we're not against the teacher, we're just playing basketball in the empty class hours?" refute her.

"Ah same ajja" I replied.

I stared at the ring and tried to enter it but failed.

"That's not the way, it's different from volleyball, here I teach" said Dimas.

Dimas then stood behind me to teach me how to play basketball.

"Why not the Maharani? why should I accompany all your silliness" my protest.

"Because no one can make me as comfortable as you, I can be myself when I'm with you, I don't need to be reluctant and jaim" he replied.

"Comfortable? hahaha" I laughed.

We continue to play basketball. Until my gray-white uniform began to be soaked in sweat.

Thank goodness this empty lesson is the last hour.

The last lesson is over. Bell rings. Maharani saw us playing basketball.

"Dimas, so don't you come home from school to study?" ask Maharani.

Dimas looked at it for a moment.

"Can't you skip a day, teacher?" his temptation to the Maharani.

"I don't take it if the exam later you have difficulties, not when he plays" protested Maharani.

"Haha just relax Ma'am teacher, fine, I took my bag in class first well" said Dimas.

I smiled at the Maharani without saying anything.

Then Kemabli went to class to get my backpack.

"Would you like to study with us?" fresh Dimas.

"Ah, no, thank you" I replied.

"Ah, I forgot, you're smart, you don't have to study hard like me" he said.

"Not so, as smart as anything if not practicing again certainly does not work, the national exam is different. It could be the usual later the value is high, it is often the ranking even decreases the value" I exclaimed.

"Yes too" replied Dimas.

Maharani was waiting for Dimas in the parking lot.

I got in my car too.

I saw Dimas piggybacking the Maharani to somewhere else where they were studying this time.

Gpp, I can learn on my own, there are also sons that I can ask if there is something I do not know.