Don't Call Me Fat
Obviousness

I smiled at him too.

"Have you eaten? eat yuk" exclaimed dimas

"I've eaten, I'm full" I refused.

This time it was dimas who was pouting.

"The company I eat well, I'm hungry, accompany ajja, I don't want you to come eat" he said.

I rolled my eyes, thinking for a moment.

"Hem, yes, come on" I exclaimed as I paid for the book I bought.

We arrived at a classic restaurant.

I just ordered some unsalted jasmine tea to accompany her.

"Did my brother trouble you?"ask dimas.

"Banget" I replied.

Dimas laughing.

"Not Yugo, the name is not annoying" said Dimas.

...... 🌺🌺🌺......

Mama has arrived in Germany to see her son in the hospital.

He looked sadly at his son.

"If the sum sum mama is suitable, it is definitely the donor mama to you, mama can not see you like this" exclaimed mama.

Son smile. Chemotherapy made her hair start to fall out.

"As long as there is a mother beside me, everything will be fine" said the son.

Mom crying.

A nurse came to check on him and told him good news.

"Excuse me, son, I will check your condition, and there is good news for you, the doctor himself will tell you later" the nurse exclaimed.

"Really's? Thank God, Thank you mrs" replied the excited son.

The son told his mother that the doctor wanted to meet and give good news.

Mama wiped her tears.

After a routine check, my son and mother went to the doctor in his room.

The son was taken in a wheelchair by a nurse because of his increasingly weak condition.

His handsome face was pale.

The smile on his face expands. The air behind the hospital glass feels warm to hold it.

Upon arriving in the room, the doctor greeted her enthusiastically.

"Congratulations, you have a donor" the middle-aged doctor exclaimed.

The son immediately bowed down from his wheelchair.

My mom was crying haru.

The son hugged his mother.

"Alhamdulillah the son can be a donor mah, God willing the son will be healed" said the son eagerly.

"Alhamdulillah" cried mama.

A woman peeked behind the door of the room, she wiped her tears and smiled happily to see the son could live. Seeing her being able to live is quite make her happy despite not being able to have her.

A man patted his shoulder.

"Let's kid, as good as we go first, get caught" he exclaimed.

That man is his father.

"Yes yeah" the woman said.

They returned to their homes in Germany.

The son asked the doctor who the donor was but the doctor kept it a secret. It was at the request of donors who did not want the son to know.

Very nice of that guy. The son also prayed for kindness for donors who sincerely gave it without knowing his identity

"May God meet me with that man and return his favor" cried the son.

"Aamiin" answered my mother, confirming my prayer.

......🌺🌺🌺......

I walked into the son's room. Look at the contents.

There were no photos in the room at all.

I found a piece of paper in a pile of old books belonging to the son.

I opened it and read it. My knees instantly went limp for a moment.

I shut my mouth in disbelief.

I sat down and my tears came straight out.

The paper was an original letter from the doctor as I accompanied her to check. The son already knew the results like that, he asked the doctor to keep it secret from me and said that the son was fine.

I ran down, so fast I ran down and my knees were bleeding but I didn't care.

Soon I gasped into the clinic where we used to check on the son. I'm taking that data there.

It's pretty far away but I'm desperate to get there.

I wipe my tears sometimes. Son why did you lie to me. So this is why you're staying away from me? God, please save the son no matter how much it has to be exchanged for my life. I can't lose a son.

After a long journey, I arrived at the clinic.

In my crying I ran inside. Almost all eyes were on me.

"Mba, I want to see doctor ilyas" I said.

"Sorry mba, must queue first well, many patients here, please register here" replied his friendly.

I had no choice but to wait like the other patients. I'm not sick but I need to talk to him.

For almost 2 hours I waited for my turn to come in.

"Sister Lidya, can go into the check room" said a nurse who works at the clinic

The doctor greeted me.

"What complaints?" ask her. Like he forgot about me.

I'm handing over the paper statement of the lab results of his blood son.

The doctor was a little surprised.

"The doctor said it was all right, said the doctor was just an ordinary nosebleed, but what is this?" my tears are flowing again.

"I'm sorry, I just followed the patient's request to keep it a secret" the doctor replied.

"Will he heal?" ask me.

"Can, God willing if you can donate sum sum that matches his" exclaimed the doctor.

My knees are getting limp, if there's nothing? will my son die leaving me?

I then flashback when dimas said the son once left me to him.

Did your son know he was sick?

No, I don't want to lose a son.

"Please check me doc, who knows my Sum sum matches her" I exclaimed.

"That can be done in a big hospital. Sorry" replied the doctor.

I got out, immediately ran to the car.

I have to go to the hospital. But how is it going? Would I be able to check her match if I just didn't have any data on the son's illness.

My brain is racing and deadlocked.

Finally my car has reached Papa's office.

I got off the car. A little run towards the entrance.

Without a word I went straight into papa's room.

It just so happens that he is relaxing there.

Papa was surprised to see me rush.

"What else is lidya?" ask papa.

"Papa must have known about his son's illness right, don't lie to me again. Send me to Germany now!" my screeches.

"How about your college, you've had too much time off in your first year of college!" snapped papa.

"It's not important anymore now, I want to meet the son, I beg you" I pleaded with papa.

"Well, but there are conditions" replied papa.

I breathed a little.