Don't Call Me Fat
Depart.

Aunt Sifa did not want the Maharani to see the photo.

"Not an important photo really" said Aunt Sifa while walking away from the Maharani.

Maharani looked at her confused.

Aunt Sifa hid the album for quite a long time, a long time even Maharani never saw it.

Aunt Sifa hid the album.

After that Aunt Sifa returned to wear her menor make up to get out of the house, she was going to work. Aunty Sifa rarely comes home, sometimes coming home at midnight.

Maharani stared at her suspiciously.

"Tante doesn't hide anything from me, does he?" ask her.

"No dong, already well, Aunt went to work first" said Aunt Sifa.

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That morning. In-house.

"I want to go to mama's grave" I exclaimed to papa.

Papa did not answer my call.

I stopped her steps as she was about to leave for work.

"Stop bothering papa, papa there is no time to accompany you" said papa.

I'm looking down lethargic.

Papa patted my shoulder.

"Later if papa has time well, the end of this papa busy once" replied papa cheering me.

"Promise?" exclaim me.

"Yes promise" she answered.

Hem, at least papa wants to visit mama's grave. A face I've never seen in this world in my entire life.

"What's wrong with you, the end of this often whines to your papa?" ask mama Mona.

I looked towards her.

"It's okay, oh yeah, how's the son over there, is he okay?" ask me.

My mother did not answer directly. His face instantly changed.

"Yes he's fine, you don't have to worry, he can take care of himself" replied Mama.

"Oh, thank God" I replied briefly.

"Lidya, mama wants to talk" he said as he took a seat near the pool. Our favorite places.

"What's wrong?" ask me.

"Maybe the son will not come back here again" replied the mother.

And jedarrr!!!!

The sound of lightning being heard arrived along with an uneasy feeling in my heart.

"Why?!" ask me.

"After the completion of his college the son will go straight to Kalimantan, return to his hometown, he wants to keep his grandmother there, and will probably marry the man there, he said, so mom wants you to forget how you feel about her" Mama explained.

"No! something must have happened, the son could not have left me like this, even if we were not together, if he was not my brother, he would have returned as my brother!" my screeches.

"Let's relax!" snapped mom.

"About? after hearing all this I should calm down? or maybe you told her to stay away from me?!" reply me. I lost my appetite for calling her mama.

"Don't suuzon you, mama just wants the best for both of you" she exclaimed.

"The best for us? or the best for you? we've succumbed to our feelings, should you separate us even as half-brothers? am I not entitled to a brother?" my screeches.

My mother almost desperately calmed me down.

Mom was silent to my answer.

My tears began to come out.

"I'm self-aware, I can't be with her more than a brother, but I love my son. So let me still love him as my brother" I asked.

No, he must keep his sick son a secret at the request of the son.

The son does not want to see Lidya sad.

Mama just shut up. No flinching and leaving me.

Actually his heart was broken seeing his son sick. He has not yet received a donor suitable for his son.

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"Papa leaves tomorrow to Jakarta, to Oma's house, oma is sick" said papa arrived.

"What pain?" ask me.

"It's usually the parents, said he often tightened his chest" explained papa.

"Oh, may Oma get well soon" I exclaimed.

"You wanna come?" ask papa.

"Can't be about tomorrow's new student ospek" I replied.

"Well, tomorrow is ospek? time doesn't feel right" said papa.

I just nodded.

"Yes already, papa will go with mom, so we are good at home well, don't like the vagaries unclear" papa advised.

"Ready boss" I replied.

Papa stroked my hair.

"Papa's son is big, beautiful again" he praised.

"Hmmm. Tombal, praising or mocking this" my protest.

"If you need anything just call papa or secretary papa in the office" exclaimed papa.

"Well, be careful on the road well, greetings with Oma and opa" I replied.

"Yes, not to mention, still tonight, tomorrow just leave, yes papa want to continue packing goods, maybe papa a bit long until Oma you recover, you gpp right alone?" papa clear.

"Yes gpp, calm ajja, I'm already big" I replied steadily.

"Yes, you're still papa's daughter, so take care of yourself" Papa advised.

"Ready commander" I replied.

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That morning I was busy preparing my ospek, while papa and mama were preparing to leave for Jakarta.

"Papa goes well, remember, don't be naughty" exclaimed papa.

"Boyo" answered me.

"No, you can't be naughty" said papa.

"Papa ajja naughty can be successful" I reply.

"It's not the concept either, papa kanok" replied papa.

"Stay ajja, naughty stay naughty. That guy who can be naughty, ?" my protest.

"Papa block your ATM if you're naughty" Papa threatened.

"Haha, panic no, panic no, panic no, yes panic is, don't dong papah I love, later I shop how dong" my tease.

"Udah ah, ladeni you can be papa and your mama miss the plane" said Sembari pamit, I look out the terrace. Mom and Dad got into the car between the drivers.

I waved from far away.

Ah, so free of taste. Either I should be happy or lonely in a house this big.

I pigtails 6 short hair shoulder to shoulder as per our senior request.

Wearing a backpack and a signboard of large cardboard.

I wear socks that are different colors next to the demand of seniors again and again.

I'm reflecting.

"Hay new student, happy new life" I told myself.