Don't Call Me Fat
Happened again.

Forgive his late up.

Author galau 🥺 .

Yok continued yok.

All the way home I looked.

His taste is saturated also must learn continuously.

Once at home I changed my clothes and sat at the study table.

My brain can't focus.

I close the book and lay it on the bed.

The son knocked on the door and entered my room.

"Aren't you studying?" ask putra.

"Full learning, after all starting next Sunday there is an additional learning activity, dumbbells at school" I replied.

"It's better to reduce playing outside" exclaimed the son.

"I can be stressed if I keep learning. At school, at home, learning, then where the rest, the brain also needs rest" my protest.

My son shuffled my hair.

"Bawel really, bentar yah" he exclaimed as he exited my room.

Moments later he brought a tray containing a cup of warm milk tea and milk coffee, as well as snacks, chicken risoles.

He then took me to the balcony of my room carrying all that.

I just follow.

The son put all of it on the balcony table.

Then he sat in front of me.

"Look at the scenery here, it's beautiful, it doesn't have to be a way out, right if you want refreshing?" exclaim putra.

I also saw it from above the beautiful view. Almost every day I enjoy it.

"Yes, I know" I answered briefly.

My son looked at me for a moment.

I looked up at the sky that afternoon.

"I don't even know what I'll do if I graduate. College where, I don't know what I want to be, I envy those who have a purpose in life." I exclaimed.

The son was silent for a moment.

He held my hand on the table.

"What's wrong, but as good as you think from now on where you're going, isn't it easy to make our dreams come true?" answer son.

I am comfortable with it again.

The son's phone rang, he then picked it up.

"Son, your father is critical, go home" said someone on the other end of the phone.

The son drowned instantly. He was already scraping at the hospital at that time his bone marrow was not suitable for his father, that's why he did not donate sum sum of the spine to his father

The son left without saying anything.

He entered his room in a hurry. Pack up, put her clothes in a suitcase.

I chased my son into his room because I saw his strange gurgle.

"Where are you going?" ask me confused.

"Home home, my father is critical" replied the son while looking for airline tickets via online.

"What?!" my screeches.

My son did not get a ticket for today. There's it for tomorrow morning.

The son came down to bring to tell mama the news of his father.

"Ma, tomorrow the son leaves for Tarakan, critical father" exclaimed the son.

"What's? it's that bad?" ask mama.

Son nodded.

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The next day his son left when I left for school.

Son of a driver to the airport.

I was so upset all the way to school.

I wanted to drive her but I couldn't.

After her at school.

Many students flocked to enter their classes.

I've been sitting on my bench. Relax while reading the book before the lesson starts.

I myself certainly. Dimas approached me and sat beside me carrying his food without a stale base.

"Where can you go alone? I don't have any friends" said Dimas.

"It's normal" I replied as I scooped food into my mouth.

We continued eating until we finished.

Suddenly there was something hard about my back.

"Oh" I complained of pain.

Dimas looked back and saw who was throwing that thing at me.

A rock? it hurts behind me.

I haven't had time to look up Dimas has disappeared beating up the perpetrator who threw the stone at me.

The canteen got excited because of their fight. I was confused as to how, there was no way I could have broken them.

The maharani was surprised to see him. He then ran to the teacher's office to report the incident.

Actually I was the victim of the wrong target, he wanted to throw someone else but instead hit me.

Roni again?

Why do they always fight.

Can this school be peaceful for a moment?

After the teacher came Dimas and Roni for his umpteenth time to the BK room.

"What's the matter again you guys, never get along, I'll call your parents here" said the teacher BK.

"Roni threw a new one at Lidya sir, I don't accept" Dimas replied.

"Well, who are you, why care so much about him, I said wrong target, I accidentally hit him, I want to let go in Ando tuh who is sitting next to the table where you eat" explained Roni.

"Whoever he is for me, it's none of your business" Dimas exclaimed.

"Why are you arguing here?" snapped teacher guidance counseling.

I waited outside worried.

Maharani approached me and asked why Dimas was fighting.

He didn't see the real thing.

After getting out of the counseling guidance room I and the maharani immediately met Dimas.

"You don't why" exclaimed the worried Maharani.

"Gpp really, Lidya how's your back?" ask Dimas.

Roni approached me.

"I'm sorry Ly, it's not really you I want to throw, but Ando, how are you?" ask Roni to worry.

I looked at the two people who had fought. Their faces hurt.

"I'm fine, let's go to the UKS" take me to the two of them.

The Maharani came with us.

Once in the UKS I actually treat people who hurt me.

Ronny.

"Oh, sting" cried Roni.

"Then don't like trouble!" screech me while giving Betadine to her wound with cotton.

I lyrics Dimas treated by maharani.

Dimas did not look at me who was close to Roni.

Roni held my hand.

"You even help people who have hurt you, why are you so good?" roni felt guilty and sorry.

"Roni, we're in 3rd grade, soon to graduate, God willing, so don't look for trouble again" I replied.

Roni was stunned staring at me.

"How do I make amends, I used to tease and mock you" Roni said languidly.

"I've forgotten all your mistakes Roni. Promise not to fight again" I replied.

Roni nodded.

"All right, I promise" Roni took my little finger and linked her covenant sign.

I smiled hearing her.

Dimas looked jealously at us.

He even refused the maharani to touch his wounds any longer.

"I can be alone" Dimas told the Maharani.