Don't Call Me Fat
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I nervously started giving a welcome.

Assalamu’alaikum Wr. Wb.

A person I respect, though,

First of all, I thank Allah Subhana huwata'ala, Alhamdulillah, secondly I thank my parents, especially the papa who has cared for and raised me to this day.

Not engraved his services that I have never been grateful for, Third I thank all the teachers in this school, you are heroes for me, fourth I say thank you to my brother, my brother, who was always there for me in difficult situations, he could not be present here, and lastly I say thank you to my friend's friend, close or distant friend, familiar or not, he said, all of you are my friends, we are family during our time at this school.

Let's forgive each other. Of course all this time there must be wrong and khilaf.

May we be better individuals.

This achievement cannot be separated from the support of parents, teachers and friends. Thank you for your appreciation to me, hopefully this school is more advanced and successful.

That's all I can say, more or less I'm sorry"

My exclaim while smiling should look at the audience who listened to my speech solemnly.

I looked at Papa who was very proud of me, he turned his thumb towards me.

I smiled happily even though there was something stuck in my heart. Son. I miss her.

I went back to my bench to greet my friends.

The farewell event continued with entertainment, traditional dance, dining, and other art performances to entertain farewell attendees and invited guests.

Papa came to me.

"Papa go first well, a lot of work" exclaimed papa.

I just nodded.

Suddenly arrived Aunt Sifa came still with her eccentric style, holding many pairs of eyes looking at her. But I salute the Maharani who is not ashamed of his Aunt's appearance.

"Eh, you're Lidya right, Maharani's friend, really cool he can be a general champion, congratulations, this is who papa you are, jeez very handsome, still young like a brother deh not father" fun Aunt Sifa.

Maharani catches up with his aunt from behind.

"Yes Aunty, thank you, haha time anyway" I replied.

Aunt sifa shamelessly thrust her hand at papa.

"I'm Sifa, her Aunt Maharani her friend Lidya" said Aunt Sifa.

Papa welcomed the hand.

"Oh yes, I am Rudi Wijaya, sorry I can not linger long, a lot of work" said papa and immediately left.

Aunt Sifa then with her hilarious kissed her own hand.

"Ah even your papa hand smells great" he exclaimed.

Me and the maharani can only shake their heads to see the behavior of Aunt Sifa.

My mother from the toilet approached me.

"Loh papa where are you, lid?" ask mama.

"It's in my car" I replied.

"Geez, play stay ajja, I told you to wait earlier, yes already mama went home first well" exclaimed mama while running a little.

I just nodded.

"That's your mama?" ask Aunt Sifa.

"Yes Aunt" I replied.

"That's really pretty" he exclaimed.

"Tante Sifa is also beautiful" I replied.

"Ah you can ajja. Rarely anyone says Aunt is beautiful, Maharani alone never say Aunt is beautiful" said her a little blushed embarrassed.

"Serious Aunt" I replied.

"Oh, yes, yes, come aunt tract, want what snack today" he exclaimed.

Maharani nodded quickly.

"I follow Ajja Aunt" I exclaimed.

"It's okay after from here we go to eat well outside" replied Aunt Sifa.

"Ok Tan" I replied. Dimas came and pulled my hand.

"What the hell is Dimas!" my snapping.

"Here I am, I'm packing something" he exclaimed.

"But not this time either. Narik narik" my protest.

Dimas took me to the back of school.

"What are we doing here?" ask me.

Dimas took something out of his pocket and gave it to me.

"What's this?" ask me.

"Farewell gift" she replied.

I opened a small box in front of me.

"Ring?" my inner.

"Lidya Wijaya, will you marry me?" asked Dimas while resting in front of me.

I laugh.

"Silly you, you're seriously applying for me now? we just graduated from school, the future is still long, Dimas Dimas. You are always full of surprises" I exclaimed as I shook my head in disapproval.

His face turned grim.

"You don't have to answer now. The important thing is that I have conveyed my good intentions" said Dimas innocently.

I pat her face.

"I don't promise, college and work first, my life is complicated, I can't even make my own choices, my future is set, I don't know who I'll be with, I don't know who I'll be with, may the best be according to God" I cried.

Dimas.

"Well, how can we still be friends, right?" dimas said as he turned his pinky finger toward me at the sign of the covenant.

"Well" I'll welcome that little finger with my little finger. Interlinked.

Suddenly Dimas kissed my forehead and ran away somewhere, I did not have time to protest to him.

Basic Dimas bar bar.

It was my last day at school and closed the story of my teenage years.

Finishes.

Next I will tell my story when I grow up.

Season 2 will be continued here by the author.

Still with me.

Lidya.

Happy reading.