Don't Call Me Fat
In grief.

I immediately took my backpack and went home.

Honestly, my back hurts a lot, but I'm holding it.

In the room I immediately undressed and looked at my back in the mirror. Blue berwana like bruises.

I asked Minah to help me treat my back.

"Oh Allah, how can it get like this back of his non" exclaimed bi Minah worried.

"Oh, Slow down bi" I exclaimed.

My skin doesn't hurt but if it hurts on Touch. And his taste is so tired.

Ak picked up my phone and immediately contacted the son who was on his way home.

But it can't be called yet.

I anxiously await news from him.

......🌺🌺🌺......

Putra has arrived at Juwata Tarakan international airport.

He pushed his suitcase into the parking lot.

He took an airport taxi.

The son went home to his grandmother. Put his stuff except the backpack he was wearing.

Aunt Luna and the family's grandmother were waiting for her at the hospital.

Without waiting for a long time to go to the hospital.

The little son ran towards the room where his father was in care.

The son ran, with a stinged breath he went to his father's bedroom door and was late.

He had seen all the family crying over his father's departure.

"Sir, you are still there" asked the son to make sure.

Grandma shook her head, her tears streaming down her old face. Her wrinkled little hands wiped her own tears.

Instantly, the son's knee also limped.

He regretted coming late.

Her crying broke out.

"Patience son, this is fate. Ajal can not go forward or backward for a second, all has its time" said Aunt Luna.

Grandma hugged the son. The son was crying and hitting the floor.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun, father.apologin son of sir" exclaimed the son while holding the sole of his father's foot for the last time.

Many people who visited the hospital saw his father, including Clara and her family.

The bodies were soon moved to a funeral home.

Grandma's house.

The families of his father's sons came. Even Jeny was with her mother present.

"Patience and steadfast son" exclaimed Jeny.

Grandma approached the son.

"Grandmother knows, your father is wrong with you and your mother, but please forgive him, no matter how he is your father" said the grandmother.

"Definitely grandma, the son has forgiven her" exclaimed the son.

He did not want to meet his father during the holidays to Tarakan, because his father's temperament, lightly hit his hand. That's why he was traumatized. But anyway, he is still his father.

The pensive son himself stared at his father's corpse.

Many residents come and go, some stay to deliver to the cemetery.

Clara sat beside the son, 1 meter away, wearing a robe and a black hijab.

The son looked at Clara, smiling faintly. Her eyes were still swollen from crying too much. At times like this, it is okay for men to cry. Sure do.

After the bodies were prayed in the mosque, they flocked to the cemetery.

After the funeral, the son did not go home, leaving water and flowers for another tomb.

One by one they left the funeral.

Clara from a distance saw the son not walking in the direction of the cemetery exit just getting in.

The son walked towards another eater. And stop for a moment.

He looked at the tombstone.

Annisa adimarwan bint Indra adimarwan.

"Assalamu’alaikum ahlad-diyaar minal mu’miniina wal muslimiin. yarhamulloohul mustaqdimiina minnaa wal musta’khiriin. wa inna insyaa alloohu bikum la-laahiquun. wa as alllooha lanaa walakumul ‘aafiyah.

It means: "May salvation be poured out upon you, O tomb-dwellers, of the (figures) of the believers and of the Muslims, may Allah bless those who precede us and those who come later. We God willing will follow you, I ask for salvation for us and you" This son's prayer was done before entering the cemetery.

"Sir, I'm not sick anymore like you, May you include the gravedigger, wait brother yah" exclaimed the son while sowing leftover flowers from his father's grave, he also doused a little water on the tomb.

Clara came and put on an umbrella to the son in the scorching afternoon.

"This is your sister, right?" clara.

The son just nodded.

Annisa is the younger brother of the son. He died first of illness, the same illness as his current father.

His age was very young at that time, 7 years, could not even have time to school.

Well that's the end, we don't know, it's all divine mysteries. The mind does not look at age. Because the condition of death does not have to be old and does not have to be sick.

After that Clara invited the son to come home, the son also obeyed her.

Clara is a friend who always cools her heart in situations like this. What's more, Clara's increasingly powerful religion makes her admire the woman even more.

Once at home Clara was busy helping aunt Luna and grandmother keep house and prepare consumption for the upcoming evening of study residents. There have been many donations from the people.

......🌺🌺🌺......

I looked up at the sky that night, the son did not answer my phone. Nor did he tell me I had arrived or had not been there.

I hope the son is okay.

I went downstairs, I saw my mom crying again in the pool. What else is this.

I approached mama.

"What else is it?" ask me.

"His father's son died" he replied.

I'm appalled.

"Innalillahi wainnailaihi rojiun" I exclaimed.

I just found out about this news.

"Mama is sad, however she has been my husband, do not say anything to your father well" cried mama with a raucous voice as a result of holding back tears.

"Crying, there is no prohibition on crying here, this is also where I cry" I said as I stared at the dark pool.

My mom started crying again. Does mom still love her ex-husband? why did they get divorced? son once said because of the kdrt case.

I am still a teenager to know about adult love. My inner.

I looked at the night sky full of stars, the sky was clear.

My son didn't even call me, telling me that his father was dead. Maybe he was very busy and could only contact my mother.

Who am I?

I was pensive, somehow tightness felt in my chest. I held onto my chest trying to pull her over. To shake off the unpleasant feeling that lingered in my heart.