Don't Call Me Fat
Before akad.

After going through a long period of inner conflict, I was finally forced to obey my father.

I don't feel like time is passing so fast.

Tomorrow is my wedding day. A marriage I didn't expect. I've never even dated before.

My feelings for my son I had to bury with all our memories.

Just watching her live was more than enough for me. I don't want to see her hurt.

The night of + lectures took place solemnly, I have passed a series of events tonight.

My son smiled at me from a distance.

I returned the smile, hiding my deep sadness.

After the event, I entered my room which was decorated beautifully in such a way. I smiled wryly. Mr.galak. Even if you're married, don't expect to touch me.

Actually, not here tomorrow's event and reception, but at a 5-star hotel.

Decorating my room is just a formality after spending 2 days at the hotel in the event we will go home to my house. And after that I don't know where else to take it. Resignedly. Lidya Wijaya resigned? yeah, I don't have any other choice. If I want to lose papa I have to accept this.

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I was awakened by the noise in my room. Slowly I opened my eyes.

How many? oh where am I?

The mua team began to compile makeup tools and dresses that I will wear later.

I'm lyric wall clock, uh this isn't in my room. I woke up surprised. Since when did I move here?

"Eh the bride-to-be is up, let's get clean first, we'll start her make-up" exclaimed mba mua papa choice.

I didn't wake up right away. I collected my life before I got out of this foreign bed.

"Where is this? the feeling last night I slept in the room" I exclaimed

Mba Mua was frowning her.

"meaning? this is in the hotel raya mba" he replied.

"What?!" my screeches. You little run around looking around.

"What time is it?" ask me because I can't find my phone anywhere, maybe left at home.

"Four 5am mba" he replied.

I opened the hotel's glass window curtain. It was still early morning blind.

"Well, don't shower? smell dong" my protest.

Patiently, she answered.

"Follow ajja deh mba, duration of this, not long" he exclaimed.

"When did I move to the hotel?" my grouse. Whatever brought me here, I can't be conscious at all.

After washing my face according to your orders I went back to the sitting bed. Mua until furious to see my behavior as if ogah in clothes.

It forced me a little to get up and put on a white kebaya shirt to get along.

"The MBA kok kayak not sincerely want to get married, usually the bride and groom must be happy and excited at a time like this" exclaimed mba mua when he had managed to use ku kebaya.

He told me to sit in front of the mirror.

Put up my contact lenses and start her makeup.

"Because I was in a match, I was forced to marry, this is not my will" I replied.

Moments later fell silent and continued her makeup.

"Patient well dear, do not be sad, hopefully your soul mate is indeed the best for you, we always pray for the best for our bride" he exclaimed.

I finally got into makeup.

"The face mba is already beautiful so the polish little already looks beautiful her" praise the mua.

I smiled wryly. Beauitiful? beautiful fake. Plastic surgery results.

The son went into the hotel room where I was in makeup.

Slowly he sat near me smiling and amazed.

"God's beauty is beautiful" praise her.

"Ah can ajja, your son is not ready yet?" ask me when I see the son is still wearing his tee shirt. He only wears a peci to cover his bald head.

"Later ajja, the man is simple, do not use for long" he replied.

"Eh mba mua, this is my brother, handsome right" I exclaimed.

"Well, it's fitting that his sister is beautiful like this turns out his sister is handsome, papah you are also handsome, I did not expect that you had a child that he would marry, right, I think the beginning of him who will get married, about his young Banget hihihi" said mba mua.

Our conversation continues until we finish making up. Now, decorate the head. My son asked me to wear the hijab when I got married and I followed him.