Don't Call Me Fat
The past.

All the way home that night I kept thinking. Aunt Sifa looks a lot like someone but who is.

Gosh gosh? I can forget the beautiful face that gave birth to me.

Hunt me down the gas to get home.

When I got home, I ran straight to my room.

Papa stares at me confused from running around at night.

I opened the door. And immediately unpacked a box of memories of my childhood.

I'm looking for a picture of Mama.

In that pile of boxes I found her.

A beautiful woman in her High School uniform.

She looked so young because she was 17 at the time.

Mama looks like Aunt Sifa?

The difference is that Aunt Sifa already looks mature.

Well obviously, because my mom's photo is an old one.

I shut my mouth in disbelief.

Beautiful mom and handsome papa. So who am I going with? The oma? or opa?

Could be. My white man must be with my mom.

My baby pictures are so cute, so different when I grow up. Or maybe I was born beautiful but I was greedy and not good at body care so it used to be almost obese?

Why am I remembering the past.

Why does Aunt Sifa look like mom? It's similar even though I haven't met my mom in my life, just this one photo can make me know and remember my mom. Didn't mama die? my mother died after giving birth to me. I doubted it.

I ran down to see papa.

"Well, is it true that my biological mother is dead?" ask me.

Papa was surprised to hear my statement.

"What do you mean ask like that, your mama is already calm in nature there, don't ask the weird weird!" peekik.

"Why haven't I met any of my mom's families?" ask me.

"Why are you asking that now? what's wrong with you?" papa was confused to find my question that arrived.

"I saw mama!" my screeches.

"What?!" papa was surprised not to play.

"No way, your mother is dead" replied papa.

"So who did I meet, she looks a lot like my mom" I cried.

"He who do you mean?" ask papa confused.

"His aunt Maharani" I replied.

"What's? haha, stop kidding, that menor woman you said looks like your mama?" papa's laughter.

"That's her fake face, her real Aunt Sifa is so pretty" my protest.

"As far as you are, it's late at night, as soon as you sleep, stop talking about the past" he said.

"Papa have old photos with mama not while still in school?" ask me.

Papa seemed to think hard.

"Why did I save that photo?" exclaim papa.

"Bad papa!" my screeches.

"That's just Lidya's past, for what the hell you know her, the fact her mama's dead, papa himself saw her, and was present at her funeral" explained papa.

I sat down in a doldrums.

Papa's like he's starting to feel sorry for me.

"Yes wait a minute, there may still be" answered my comforting papa.

I can't believe, papa might just calm me down with that sentence. Sedative sentences. Might as well.

Not long after, Papa returned.

I waited for him curiously.

"Papa forgot, all the memories of your past will be in the house of Oma, not here, maybe your Oma has also thrown it away, Oma does not like your mama" explained papa.

I'm getting lethargic.

"What the hell is a midnight storm like this" asked Mama approaching us.

"There's nothing, let's go to sleep" exclaimed papa to mama while turning her body to enter the room. Letting me still be in my own mind.

Bend his day.

I'm not satisfied with papa's answer.

This morning I went to college to finish the paperwork and the unfinished administration.

I take pictures of my mom wherever I go. As good as I can, I always remember my mom, whenever I go anywhere.

I looked up at the clear sky of this campus.

I will soon be a student.

A lot of people take care of his files.

I got separated from my best friend at school. Sad but not why, this is a new beginning, a new life to maturity.

"His father?" his greeting was doubtful.

I looked at the source of the voice.

"Bimo? you're here on campus too?" ask me.

He nodded.

"Oh, what major?" ask me.

"FKIP, mathematics ajja, want to be a teacher" he said.

This time I nodded.

"You're here, I think you've either gone to the best university in the country or gone to the country" asked Bimo puzzled.

"That's papa's plan, but I want to stay here, not where, same ajja right?" answer me.

"Yes, you are not in college your future is bright, you can help your famous papa company" said Bimo.

"Ah, that, I have my own choice, anyways better if college right, there is no guarantee papa company can Jaya continue or vice versa, I have to be highly educated as well" said I.

"You're right, so what major?" ask her.

"The law" I answered.

Bimo frowned.

"The law?" her exclaims don't believe.

"Yes the law, I want to be a prosecutor" I replied steadily.

Bimo smile.

"You're always full of surprises" he exclaimed.

I just smiled lightly.

I've forgotten the past, the mistakes between us. And forgive each other.

Now we are ordinary friends.

My phone rang, I took a break to Bimo and stepped into my car.

"Yes, hello, with whom?" my greeting.

"This is Aunt Sifa, when there is time, Aunt is in the cafe rain, come now" cried Aunt Sifa.

I also stamped the gas. I really want to meet Aunt Sifa. There are so many things I want to ask.

Once there I ran a little.

Aunt Sifa is waiting for me inside.

"Sit down Lidya" she bargained.

I'll sit down soon.

"What exactly is Auntie, what happened?" ask me.

"First, you must be surprised to see my appearance is so different in the outside world, I deliberately, I disguised myself as an old woman who menor so that no one recognizes my real face" answer her.

"Why Auntie? what's the reason?" ask me curious.

"The reason is so that no one recognizes the discotheque's aunt in the outside world" he replied.

"Actually I work part-time in a clothing store, and my original job is a waiter at the discotheque, please don't tell the Maharani, Aunt only serves there, Auntie doesn't sell herself, you know, sometimes Auntie friend om drink, just limited to it no more, but anyway, people who see must think strange to Auntie, strange to Auntie, Aunty does not want Maharani disappointed if he knows his Aunt's job like that" said Aunt Sifa.

"Well, I'll keep it a secret, but is it as good as Aunt looking for a job somewhere else? didn't Auntie say to herself that if it wasn't safe there, I'd help you find a better job, sorry if I offended auntie?" my advice.

Aunt Sifa smiled.