Don't Call Me Fat
Choices.

I looked at the face of my anxious father for an answer.

Everyone is waiting for me to talk.

The atmosphere is getting tense.

"Om rado" I cried slowly.

"Yes?" I replied, impatient.

"I'm sorry om, I can't leave papa, I can't join om rado" I replied.

Looked tense and anxious face on the look of papa's face began to look relaxed, he breathed a sigh of relief.

I approached Papa and hugged him.

"Sorry papa yah all this time did not take care of you well" he exclaimed as he stroked my hair.

I'm shaking.

"Gak pah, gpp kok, that's all the past, I'm also not a good child, I always fight papa" said.

Rado looks upset.

"Are you sure of your decision that's lidya?" ask about rado.

I'm nodding.

"Yes, thanks for the offer, but I love you, I can't leave papa" I said.

My father was moved to hear my answer.

I saw aunt sifa looking down.

"I'm sorry Auntie. But we can still meet right, even though we are still family" exclaimed I encourage aunt sifa.

Aunt sifa just nodded.

Dad looked at aunty sifa who was very similar to his mother.

"Thank God our family remains intact" exclaimed mama mona.

The son immediately came with me, embracing me. You miss her so much. His pale face had indeed not recovered properly but at least the son had already passed his critical period.

"Yes, tomorrow I will just take you sifa and your son back to the village, there I promise you will meet all your needs, he said, you no longer have to work hard for your son, what else after I know what your job is, I'm so devastated sifa, come back, be a better human being again" om rudi's advice on aunt sifa.

Aunt sifa nodded. Aunt Sifa had no other choice but to follow her sister. He was tired of working in the bar every day. This is how life is when you drop out of school. It is difficult to find a job and to be looked at one eye by the community with the job. Obviously the work he is doing is maxiat and enough he is the only one who knows his disgrace.

"Well, after coming home from here I will tell the Maharani all, hopefully he will accept me as his mother and hopefully he is not ashamed to have a mother like me" fun aunty sifa to om rudi.

We can hear their talk.

I will be faced with a new problem that is, married with yugo. Next sunday.

My son cheers me up, there is no jealousy in his heart. He just wants to see me happy, even though I'm not sure if I can be happy or not with yugo. Because we both don't like each other, even hate each other. How can we be united in a normal marriage if we are always at odds. All I know is that Yugo is a jerk and coward who died his lover for revenge, he has hurt his woman's feelings, didn't rule out the possibility he'd hurt me just as much as feby. I'm not gonna let that happen. I'm lidya wijaya, I'm different. I'm not weak. A sinister smile graced my face at this moment. Looking at the face of that bastard.

"Don't be so hard-headed, next week you'll be my wife!" yugo firmly when he saw my expression.

"Squeals! yes but only wife formalities on paper, don't expect more!" answer me.

"Haha, snotty boy, just look later, can you still be arrogant like that" yugo replied.

"Yes, now let's go home, oh yes rado, I hope you don't bother my son again by kidnapping him like this" said papa.

"Of course, but if you hurt her don't expect your life to be okay, just a little I hear bad news from lidya I'll pick her up soon!" om rado.

"All right!" papa said as he pulled my hand away from the place and we got into the car. I was with papa, while Putra and Mama were in another car between the drivers who had driven them to that place.

I'm sorry aunt sifa.

Another fact is, my cousin's Empress? hmm It's so funny this life. Full of mystery and trouble.

"All will be well now, don't worry" said papa spread my daydream all the way back home.

Once at home bi minah immediately greeted me with haru, he hugged me tightly.

"Geez non, aunty is very worried, aunt is afraid of non lidya why why, aunt misses, thanks for returning safely" said bi minah.

"It's only been a day now, I'm also missing my aunt" I returned a hug bi minah.

"Yes already, do not shower and rest, starting tomorrow you can not go out of the house you want to marry" said bi Minah considering right.

Geez, I just remembered, A week before marriage can not go out of the house, can not go where dong, definitely bete at home continue.

"Yes my aunt took me" I replied briefly as I paid a farewell to my room. The son had also arrived and directly entered his room. His condition has not recovered properly, there is a special nurse called papa to the house to take care of the son to recover completely. It makes me very relieved. It is not wrong to obey Papa. He really kept his promise.

After cleaning myself up to the son's room.

She was lying down but not asleep.

"Son" I exclaimed.

He looked towards me.

I smiled at her. And step closer to her.

"Eh, haven't you slept? you're okay, right?" ask putra.

I must have cried out in her arms but now I can only hide all my sadness because I don't want my son to worry. The son is not as strong as before, he still needs a process for his recovery.

This disease is not an ordinary disease.

"Haha, do not have to be held back so dong his tears, look at your face so strange" said the son.

"Who wants to cry anyway, I'm fine, you have to worry that's your condition" my protest.

Son smile.

"This is more than enough, papa really well willing to finance all this for me" he praised.

"Hm, dad papa is good now. But next week I'm forced to marry someone I don't like" I protested.

The son took off his jacket. Take off the head cover.

Her almost bald hair really sliced my heart.

"Ikhlas lidya, God knows what is best for us. Bismillah, just go for it, God willing. If even later after marriage you are not happy, it is a test in your marriage, sorry I do love you but the love and affection we feel first is a mistake. This is the best way of truth for us. I will always pray for your kindness and happiness" said the son just make my tears come out with a rush.

I shook my head and continued to cry in the arms of my son. My back was up and down as I pleased in my increasingly broken cries. The son stroked my shoulder.

I drifted in her arms as if I didn't want this time to end quickly and wanted it to be this way forever.