Don't Call Me Fat
Goodbye Oma.

Just entered college. I've been in senior custody.

"What's wrong?" I asked confused because I felt I had done nothing wrong, and I used all the attributes of the ospek as they requested.

"Gpp, just want to say you're beautiful" he said.

I stared in wonder at the horde of campus seniors in blue Almamater uniforms into the ashes before me.

I don't mind him.

"Heh, very arrogant anyway, thankfully beautiful, if not already cave libas!" her screeches.

I pulled it off for a moment.

"Thank you" I answered briefly then ran into the ranks of new students who will follow the ospek activities.

There are many who bring acquaintances. Different when I was in High School. Everyone even underestimated me, looking me one eye, not to get acquainted, which I was always in bulli.

I followed a series of introductory activities, and I was almost never bullied or embarrassed again like I used to be. Is this the power of good looking?

"Lidya Wijaya, it's your turn to go forward to introduce yourself" call one of the seniors.

I flinched from my past daydreams and got up from sitting, starting to walk towards the front. All eyes are on me.

I looked at all the new students in front of me.

I smiled before I started.

"Assalamualaikum, my name is Lidya Wijaya, I come from SMA pelita. Greetings to know" I exclaimed.

Some see me. Not just men but senior women too. Did I make a mistake?

"Just that?" senior protest.

"What else?" I asked confused because most of the maba earlier self-introduction is only that limited.

Sister Shena looked at me from top to bottom of the feet.

"You're prettier than I've heard, your body is also good, why not just be an artist?" her word.

I don't understand if he's praising or mocking me.

"Sorry brother, not my mind" I replied.

"So what are you thinking?" ask her.

"So my mind just wants to live a normal and peaceful life like other humans, but after graduating High School I want to become a prosecutor" I replied.

"Victim? what motivation do you want to be a prosecutor for?" ask her again.

"I just want to stand up for the truth, because too many unfair things are happening in this life" I replied.

Like watching a real show, Maba and senior enthusiastically listened to my answer.

"So you said you just want a normal life, what do you think abnormal definitions of life are?" sister Shena kept asking.

"Privacy brother, sorry, what part of my introduction is not too long? pity others have not yet turned" my protest.

"From earlier, if you just protested during the introduction, you dare to refute senior?" her screeches.

"Sorry brother" I replied.

"Shena, don't be fierce dong with our cute junior" suddenly Brother Zai reprimanded Shena who had continued to ask.

"Gpp anyway, while not playing physically" Shena denied.

After that, continue other exhausting activities.

Finished ospek I came home late in the afternoon in extreme fatigue.

I asked for a massage with Bi Minah.

"Nobody non?" ask aunt.

"Yes bi, to my feet well, really big pegel" I replied.

"Every non" cried aunt. He began to smear my body with olive oil.

"Aunty's long time no incandescent non" said aunty.

I did not answer because I was asleep.

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"I'm not comfortable here ma, just return me back to Indonesia, if I die, I want to die there!" exclaim putra.

"Astagfirullah, the son can not say so son, sorry mama is not on your side, mama promises will soon get a donor for you, mama will not be silent, son patient yah" answer mama.

"No ma, son wants to go home" exclaimed the son.

Mom's tears are flowing.

Papa approached mama. Hugging and caressing her shoulders that were going up and down held back tears.

"Mama will be there, son is patient" replied mama.

Mama wanted to go to Germany to accompany her son but she was stuck in Jakarta because Oma was sick.

1 Month old papa and mom in Jakarta. I'm really lonely.

Papa told me that Oma is gone. I was surprised to hear it. Papa's voice shook withstanding his cry.

Papa took care of my ticket to Jakarta.

I got on the morning plane, I hope I get to see Oma for the last time, even though Oma never gives me good memories, she's still my Oma, blood flows in my body.

At exactly 12 I arrived in Jakarta.

I pushed my suitcase out of the airport.

Someone picked me up so I no longer needed to take a taxi alone to Oma's house.

"Over time no see" cried my cousin Aldi. Not a one-time cousin of papa's brother or sister. But the son of his cousin papa.

Our parents are the ones who kiss.

He's the one who picked me up right now.

I don't really like him because I don't like Aldi's nature.

"Broast well now, mentang mentang already beautiful, haha I remember very long ago you were how, fat really" he exclaimed.

"Not funny" I replied.

"Idih ,gitu ajja baper" he exclaimed.

I stared at him sharply.

Aldi looked at me.

"Aren't you really Lidya? you don't want to be Lidya, do you?" inquire.

"You think this is drama?or a web series? can you change roles?!" my screeches.

"Then, when you first entered elementary school, do you remember anything?" ask her.

I smiled knot.

"I don't want to talk about the past" I replied.

"That means you're a fake. You're not Lidya!" her screeches.

"Silly, but true, the old Lidya is dead!" my snapping.

Aldi looked at me again.

"Focus on driving, we need to get there in time" I protested.

I don't want to talk any further, anything else endangers the past.

Aldi then looked down at the road and drove properly.

He was silent but in his head there were many questions.

Upon arriving at Oma's house I was immediately greeted by papa. He hugged me with swollen eyes and cried. Many media are highlighting and covering funeral homes.

It was because papa was an important and famous person.

I stepped in. Oma's already in the cafeteria. At least I could see and kiss her one last time.

After the whole family kissed Oma for the last time, she was taken to a nearby mosque to pray.

Opa patted my shoulder.

"Forgive all the mistakes Oma made on you well, actually Oma only prestige to recognize you as her grandson, but anyway you remain Oma's granddaughter one, one of her, because your papa is an only child. Oma actually wanted to meet you during her illness, she felt guilty for ignoring you" opa explained.