Don't Call Me Fat
Chubby.
The new son saw his cell phone there were a lot of missed calls.
Just now the son wanted to call back, but the grandmother came to approach the son.
The son was so busy that he didn't have time to just hold his phone.
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After crying, my mom went inside. Because the air outside is pretty cold tonight.
I also went into my room.
To overcome this I set the song on my phone app.
Daily mix's.
I started enjoying that music. Nidji's old song, the title of his sin is me.
Dosah I love you 🎵
Next to you wants you
I became myself
No matter what the world says
The day when
Love comes love wins
So my dear hold on
Sometimes his mouth is cruel
Hug me don't give up
They are not our judges
The stars that found us
Love that defends us
Oh. God listen to prayer
Of forbidden love
The stars that found us
Love that defends us
Oh. God listen to prayer
Of forbidden love
The feeling that unites us
Love that defends us
Oh. God listen to prayer
Of forbidden love
Love and a sense of unity in prayer
Hope our love will win
Hope our love will win 🎵
Source: Musixmatch
I fantasized my son sang this song.
My eyes were staring at the ceiling of my room.
I bought my daydream.
I used to fantasize at a time like this.
I got up to sit on my desk chair. Turn on the light. And start training on national exams.
My phone rang, I ran to pick up the one lying on the bed.
I think the son who called was Dimas?
"What's wrong?" ask me.
"Just say good night, and good night, Lidya Wijaya" he replied.
"Hmm, yes" I answered briefly.
A little disappointed that it wasn't the son who called me.
"Let's look outside, behind your bedroom window" said Dimas.
I narrowed my eyes to see him waving his hand while lighting fireworks.
Fireworks were made and made a rumbling sound that night.
I smiled lightly at Dimas's behavior.
the sky is so beautiful with fireworks that change colors.
Dimas is not alone, he is with maybe people who work at his home.
I also enjoyed the beautiful night.
It turns out our phone hasn't been disconnected.
"Hows it? beautiful, already, do not be upset, Lo ga cool if again upset" exclaimed Dimas.
"Did, who's upset?!" my protest.
"How's your back doing?, all right?" ask her
"Yes, it's safe, it's been treated as well" I replied.
"Thank God if so" he exclaimed.
It doesn't feel like the night is getting late. The fireworks are over and done.
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That morning I went to school earlier than usual. Half an hour faster.
"The tangle is very face-to-face" said bela, my classmate. We were both in class this morning.
"Eh, bela, since when are you in front of me?" ask me.
"Since then, have you been busy daydreaming?" his sergeant.
"Hehe sory" I replied.
I went out of class looking for fresh air, being in class with a stack of books made me cramped.
From the 3rd floor of my class. I closed my eyes and breathed the air that morning.
Bimo and Adit came and watched me.
Bimo went straight into her classroom, like she had already started giving up on approaching me.
While Adit greeted me.
"Hay Again say, long time not together" said Adit.
I smile.
"Find the wind, hehe, yes, a lot has changed" I replied.
Adit approached me still wearing his backpack.
"How are you Li?" ask her.
"Em, thank God it's good, you?" ask me back.
"Yes the same, ah not felt, all this will only be a memory for us" said Adit while looking down at the view of the school field.
"Yes even though I am new here, but his memories make me sad if this ash-white period ends" I exclaimed.
"I put the bag first yah" cried Adit.
I just nodded.
Wulan and my fellow club's volleyball buddies came over.
"That miss is so much you Li. Rarely look at the club'' said Wulan.
"Sorry, we're going to be testing soon, so I'm busy studying" I said.
Wulan grabbed my shoulder.
"Yes you know, but do not get bored what learning Mulu, if you go to the club' ajja well" he invited her.
"Ready captain" I replied.
The bell rings input mark, learning hours will begin.
I saw someone running into the classroom. The dimas? he must be late.
I smiled at her running.
Teacher started to enter the class, I was already sitting neatly on my bench. Dimas looked panicked and immediately ran to his bench which was behind me.
"Too late?" my whisper.
"Hehe's ordinary" she replied.
I shake my head.
After school Thursday there is an additional learning activity, called bimbel or tutoring.
We have also tried out about preparing for the national exam.
After returning from my bimbel lyrics clock It's 5 pm, it really takes time.
How's the son doing? he didn't even call me at all.
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Tarakans. 2017 March.
Clara came home from school late in the afternoon because after being dumbbells at her school too.
The son who was sweeping the courtyard of his grandmother's house immediately greeted Clara.
"So late Ra's coming home?" sapa putra's.
"Yes, it's normal, there is a dumbbell at school, then his old home, some go home first anyway just back to school but I choose to wait ajja there, males back and forth" answer Clara.
"Oh, yes too, spirit" exclaimed the son.
"Makasi his spirit, you are still the spirit, has long been comforting" said Clara.
"I think every human being on this earth would be as immoral as I would be if his parents were to die, and no human would want this to happen" replied the son.
"Yes yes, you are smart so safe" cried Clara while saying goodbye to enter her house which is right next to her grandmother's house son.
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I soaked in a fragrant bathroom bathtub, relaxing my mind.
May the son be well. I can only wait for the news to come out.
After taking a shower, my phone rang, still wearing a towel I ran towards my phone which was on the nightstand while sleeping.
No longer a son.
"Hello , Assalamualaikum, with whom?" ask me.
"Walaikumslaam, I'm Dinda lid, thank God I have given birth, sorry to inform you now" explained Dinda.
"Thank God, if so, your daughter or boy? when did she give birth?" ask me.
"Women lid, I gave birth a month ago, sorry I just had time. Hopefully he can be a son of Sholehah" he said lethargic.
"Cock pessimist, all the children are good, women or men, stay the way you educate him ajja" I replied.
"Yes precisely because my daughter I'm afraid she'll be like me" she exclaimed.