Don't Call Me Fat
papas.

Before continuing there is a good revision of our readers, the author sometimes uses regional language that may be confused readers interpret it, and may be mistaking typo/typing errors.

Even though the author is not aware if the language the author uses is not the standard language of Indonesia and is not understood by some readers.

If there is a word that is difficult to understand come ajja well, because the author also often khilaf think it is already the correct Indonesian 🙏 it is not.

Say the word "Gathering".

Gathering comes from the word simpun whose meaning is tidying/composing.

Bornean authorities are getting carried away with the language here. 🙏

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Ok, continue.

One day I was in the hospital, and now I am home.

In office.

Papa was sitting at the meeting table not to discuss business but to discuss yesterday's events.

All the employees were interrogated and there was nothing suspicious.

The OB who brought me drinks was just told by one of the employees who was there. Mr. Rudi called the employee personally into his room along with a detective.

"What is the reason you told ob to give the drink to my son" asked Rudi.

"I'm sorry sir, I just want to give my son a drink, because miss lidya is good with me, I just want to serve him, I just want to serve him, I don't know if my son is allergic to coffee" he said.

"But why did you say that the drink was from me?" ask Rudi again.

"So Miss Lidya will drink it. If from someone else maybe he does not want to accept it, I'm sorry sir, I'm wrong" he said.

The detective detected the face of a female employee who was being interrogated. There was no lying face to his words.

The woman's name is Santi.

"So this was purely an accident?" ask the detective.

Sir faith did not answer directly.

"I have one more question, what good did the victim do to you?" ask the faith.

"Miss Lidya once helped me pick up files that fell on the floor when I hunted. When I was outside too, I accidentally met him in a mini market. At that time I was embarrassed because my money was less to pay at the cashier. Miss Lidya suddenly showed up and paid for all my groceries, I think well at least I was useful even though I only gave her a cup of drinks, but instead of harming her, I really regret sir" clearly her.

"Well then, this is purely an accident, so it all depends on Mr. Rudi, want to bring this case to the authorities or forgive the perpetrator. If indeed the perpetrator wants to hurt the victim, he must have given poison or his kind, the perpetrator will also automatically hide and will not dare to appear here." he explained.

Mba Santi breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, I do not want it to happen again" said Mr. Rudi.

"Makasi many yah sir" exclaimed mba Santi cried haru and sat down in front of Mr. Rudi.

"Go back to work, but if I find any irregularities or this ever happens again I will not tolerate, I will fire disrespectfully and even put you in jail, I promise you!" firmly Mr. Rudi again.

Some employees return to their workspaces.

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By night.

In-house.

Papa just came home from work late at night, finished his bath and ate he entered my room.

"Are you okay?" ask papa.

I'm nodding.

"Papa's been investigating but all these incidents are just accidents, do you know any papa employee named Santi?" ask papa.

"Accident? Santi mba? oh yeah I met him several times in the same office outside , what's the matter with him?" ask me back.

"He was the one who gave you the coffee chocolate, said you were good so he wanted to return the favor even though he could only with a cup of drink, he did not know about your allergy" explained papa.

"Oh so, yeah, gpp. What matters is good baku ajja now" I replied.

I smile.

I looked at Papa's face with a spoiled smile.

"Cieehh, worry about Yee" I sneered.

Papa pinched my nose as usual.

"That hurts!" my screeches.

"Who told you, at a time like this can still mock the parents" replied papa.

"Haha, I'm sorry, we're friends" you said.

"Friends?" papa protest.

"Papa forgot, we used to even call you me when chatting, well now it's good enough, good enough to say father and son" I said.

"Hem, yes already , don't keep mocking, rest" exclaimed papa.

"Don't want to" I replied.

"Why not?" ask papa.

"I've been sleeping Mulu all day, bored" I replied.

"Eat already?" ask papa.

I'm nodding.

"Yes, sleep ajja again" he exclaimed.

I was silent for a moment.

"Bah, I have applied to study law at the Tyrannical state university" I exclaimed.

"What?!" peekik.

"Eh relax, relax first, do not myah myah dong, later his handsome ilang loh" my tease.

"Why not say! you can take care of everything" replied Papa.

I looked at her spoiled again. My eyes blinked, tempting him.

"So sweet really my papa who now, love u papa" I exclaimed As I kissed my hand and then I blew it towards him.

Papa stared at me between amused or disgusted at my unusual behavior.

"Huh, it's big you, don't be so disgusted" replied papa.

*Kijil \= likes to tease/centil.

"Already ah, if you do not want to rest papa ajja who rest, bye" he said.

"Thank you for the reward" I said.

Papa just smiled lightly, stepping out of my room and closing the door again.

I laughed to myself the pleasure of not being angry and agreeing I went to law school at the university I wanted.

Ah her happy.

I hugged the bolster. Suddenly remembered the son. What is he doing.

Somewhere else.

Aunt Sifa was looking at the photo in her old photo album.

"That's a picture of who's Auntie?" ask the confused Maharani.

Aunt Sifa closed the album.

"Eh, just an old photo of Auntie and aunty's friend when she was your age" replied Aunt Sifa.

"Look, how come I never saw that album?" maharani said curiously.