Don't Call Me Fat
Rebellious.

"Sorry Mr. Rudi, your future son-in-law can not attend, still outside the city, busy compiling thesis, his lecture will be finished soon" said Mr. Eric excited.

"Lecture???, I think your son who is still in school, who is in Pelita High School" said Mr. Rudi confused.

"Oh, that's his sister, he's still in school, it's still a long way to get married, which I mean is my eldest son, who's been in college" said Eric.

I stared intently at these two old men. Once they've arranged for his son.

"Lidya, it turns out your soul mate is not from the same school as you, but a more mature one, you would love to see it later, but he can not attend Now" he exclaimed.

"My soul??? you're Gods!? the soul mate and death of only God knows, it's all in God's hands not in yours!!!" revolt me.

"Lidya, watch your attitude!!!" snapped papa.

"I won't accept that match!!!" cry me while you go away.

I accidentally hit someone.

We are equally surprised.

"Himla?!" her screeches

"Dimas?!" I scream almost simultaneously.

Dimas wears a black suit, making him look mature.

"What are you doing here?" ask her.

"I should ask that!" answer me.

"Content, what's wrong with you?" ask Dimas confused.

Papa and Eric approached us.

"You know each other, it's natural you are 1 school" cried Mr. Eric.

"What is this?" ask Dimas confused.

"This woman, is your future brother-in-law, she will be a match for your sister" explained Eric.

Dimas was speechless, struck with papa's statement. How could the person he loved be his brother-in-law?

"I'm sorry, I don't want a soul mate, I have my own choice" I said.

"Ladyy!!!" scream papa.

Mama just kept quiet, she must also support this matchmaking, so that me and the son are not together.

I don't mind him.

I keep walking out of the building.

"Gpp kok Rudi, at the beginning they may refuse hard, but over time they will definitely accept it" said Mr. Eric sure.

I ran out, I opened my high heels. Towards parking.

Dimas's after me.

He saw me walking barefoot.

He opened his suit and covered me with it.

I turned down the suit but Dimas insisted.

"Wear it, the air outside is cold" he exclaimed while taking off his shoes.

"While wear these shoes first" said Dimas again.

"Greatness" my protest.

"Gpp, just temporarily until the parking lot, but sorry I brought a motorbike, do not bring a car, I drive home well" he bargained.

"Son, I can go home by myself, I can call the driver at home" I replied.

"Udah, do not have to refuse" he exclaimed.

At the end I came too, home in between by her.

Dimas walked barefoot, wearing only socks.

Despite my greatness I still wear them, while my shoes are carried by Dimas.

I pulled the suit from Dimas, the night air was getting colder.

We've reached where Dimas's motorbike is parked.

Throughout the journey I chose silence.

"I'm afraid of getting stuck, so he's on a motorcycle. What else I was late to come" he explained.

I'm still quiet.

My tears are flowing.

"Lidya, are you okay?" ask her.

I didn't answer. I put my hands around her waist because Dimas was increasing speed.

When he got home.

I didn't offer Dimas to come in but he stayed in.

We're sitting in the living room right now, I'm returning his suit.

"Thank you" I said.

"You okay? I also did not expect our parents to match you, I was hit hard to hear" explained Dimas.

"Yes I gpp really, I will also reject her, so don't worry" I exclaimed.

"I want to rest, go home Dimas" I exclaimed.

"You're kicking me out?" her protests.

"Yes, why?" answer me briefly.

"Well, to be honest you are Lidya Wijaya, yes already, if so rest in peace, See you tomorrow at school" he exclaimed as saying goodbye.

I wrote a big wall clock in the living room.

At 21:25

Mom and Dad are not home yet.

I don't care if papa will scold me for my attitude.

I miss the son, the son who was always there for me, the son who always calmed me down.

What is he doing now. We're going to have a national exam in a week.

Doesn't he want to go home?

I put my feet up in my room,

I open my dress slowly and change into sleeping pajamas.

I opened a small box under the study table.

I look at my mom's photo.

"Well, what should I do now, Lidya began to mature mah, Lidya was afraid, Lidya wanted to be her little daughter mama alone, this world is hard mah, Lidya was afraid, Lidya also wants to live with the person Lidya loves, is that impossible? is that wrong? does Lidya not deserve to be happy?" I looked at a picture of a sweet smiling mother.

Mom is pretty, but why am I ugly? papa is handsome. Who am I going with? it doesn't matter anymore now that I'm beautiful.

I closed the box and went into the bathroom to prepare for sleep.

I wash my face with water and soap.

After that I brush my teeth.

Routine activities before going to bed.

Don't forget I took the skincare on the dresser. I used to pat my face.

I grabbed the handbody and started applying it to my body.

I'll turn down the AC and turn off the lights.

It's time to go to sleep.

......🌺🌺🌺......

The next day, I was in a neat uniform about to go down.

I saw papa having breakfast. I lost my appetite for that morning.

Without saying goodbye, I immediately stepped out of the house.

"Ladyy!!!" call papa loud, I don't pay attention to him.

I keep walking out.

I turn on my car keys, and get in.

Without looking I immediately gasped towards the school.

Just getting to school, Dimas has welcomed me.

"Hay" his greeting.

I stared at her for a moment and we walked towards the class together.

"Dimas!" call Maharani.

"It's in the maharani search, stop following me" I exclaimed as I entered the classroom.

"Ah, it does not feel next Sunday has ajja exam, the last second in school" said Sri.

"Yes, very sad, the school is only a few days away, starting on Friday it is already off, the quiet period before the exam" replied another.

I just kept quiet with my own thoughts.

At the end of his college I was helping papa's company. Gpp anyway, I also do not have a definite mind. But the problem of feeling I don't want to be forced. My inner.