Don't Call Me Fat
Precare.

I met aunty sifa who was sitting alone on the terrace of the cafe while smoking.

"Tante sifa" said I.

"Why are you here?" ask her.

"It's a aunt's public place" I replied.

"Oh right too yeah" he said.

I ordered a drink.

"Tante, what are you really hiding? be honest before I reveal everything" I threatened.

Aunt sifa laughed.

"What do you want to know about me? whatever you know is none of your business" he replied.

"It's also my business because my biological mother has something to do with you, right?" search me. Actually I don't know but I tricked aunt sifa into telling her all this weirdness.

Aunt sifa was surprised yet she immediately hid her shocked expression.

"Freak kid, I don't even know who your real mother is" she replied.

I'm holding aunt sifa's arm.

"My mother's name is Leni Anata, 3 brothers, a school in Public High School 7" I explained.

This time aunty sifa's expression changed, she was shocked to hear him.

"Did aunt know her?" ask me.

Aunt sifa did not answer immediately.

He smoked his cigarette again.

"The world is indeed narrow" he said.

"I mean auntie?" ask me.

"No, nothing, I don't know him" replied aunt sifa.

"liying?" my protest.

"Hey little boy, what am I lying to?" ask her.

Maharani arrives, aunty sifa hurriedly threw away her cigarette before Maharani saw her smoking.

"Eh there's lidya, you guys make a deal?" ask her.

"No, I just happened to meet here" I replied.

Aunt sifa improved her sitting way. Like his he keeps a brush if in front of the Maharani, his nephew's it.

"Maharani you go home first, this is money, buy a snack, aunty is still a lot of business" aunt Sifa stood up and left.

"Well, how the hell is this Aunt, he who invites here eh now even go" said Maharani.

"Your aunt is very good with you" I said.

Maharani smiles.

"Yes he was even better than his own mother, he was very attentive to me, although he never said dear to me but from his attitude he loved me very much, he is the one person I want to protect and be happy in this world" explained Maharani.

"Let me hear it, want to have a aunt like that" I said.

Maharani smiled and we went home. Of course I asked to pick up the driver at home.

A week passed, the closer the day I got the more anxious and stressed. I tried to convince myself that this was not a real marriage.

I looked up at the sky that afternoon from the balcony above my house. There is no intention of getting married young.

I got the lyrics behind the fence there's that old man again. Who exactly is that guy? is he a madman?

"Lidya" papa called out to me, blurring my eyes.

I looked Back.

"Yes, what's wrong?" ask me.

"Tomorrow college holiday right because on Sunday, tomorrow we fit the same wedding dress yugo yah" he exclaimed papa.

I looked back at the fence, the man disappeared.

"You see what the hell, you hear the word papa?" asked papa feeling neglected by me.

"Yes, listen, the suit fittings" I replied.

"Well that dong, the smart and obedient son of papa" said papa happy.

"Eh, pah, at the end of this I always see an old man in front of the gate of our house, sometimes he is in front of the campus gate, and today I saw her behind the fence, have you ever seen her know her?" ask me curious.

Papa scrunched his forehead.

"Papa never saw it, maybe just your feelings are too stressed thinking of marriage, then his life ajja sincerely" replied papa.

"Hiss, papa, I'm serious. What bad guy?" my protest.

"All will be fine lidya wijaya, do you need to keep your bodyguard 2 at once to protect you?" ask papa.

"She's too, ah. Yes, just ignore that person" I exclaimed.

"Yes already, if anything immediately contact papa" exclaimed papa.