Don't Call Me Fat
Naira's Story.

After taking a shower I went straight back to the living room where Yugo was watching tv.

"What are you talking about?" ask me.

"Not so" her exclaim arrived.

I looked at her in wonder.

"What the hell, he said he wanted to talk" I protested.

Yugo looks at me.

"That's because you have rejected it and choose a bath well not be deh" replied yugo.

I looked at her annoyed.

"Can it not be a day not nyebelin?" say me.

Yugo.

"It all depends on you" she replied.

"Kok me?" reply me.

"Yes you, my attitude all depends on you, I just follow what is comfortable for you, if you are comfortable I do not touch you means you have to accept me cold and cold" yugo.

I'm thinking a little.

I did not want to be touched by her, obviously, before marriage she had often hurt me with her sharp words. After marriage she wants me to easily accept her. You chose Yugo wrong. My inner.

Yugo smiles cynically.

"Aren't you curious about her sense of mating?" whispered yugo without a stale base.

Yugo is more mature than me.

She's almost 25 years old now. I just turned 19.

His voice makes me shiver.

I'm shaking.

Yuto is back watching TV.

I almost choked because I was holding back a laugh.

But at the end of the day I laughed out loud.

Yugo looked at me confused.

"Why you?" ask her.

"That's a lot, that you watch, your body and heart are cold as ice, it turns out his hobby is watching the soap opera mother mother" I sneered.

Yugo ruffled my hair.

"Scoffs ajja continues. I'm older than you" she said, raising her eyebrows next door.

I laughed more and more at the title of the soap opera he was watching.

"My son is not my son, my son is exchanged with my neighbor" I cried with a laugh.

"It's not a soap opera, it's a ftv that's over" yugo protested.

Behind his burly body I did not expect him to enjoy watching this.

I also slowly stopped laughing.

"Sory sory" I cried.

"Lidya Wijaya" said yugo lirih.

"Yes" I replied.

"It doesn't feel good, we've been married for a month" he exclaimed.

"Continue?" ask me.

"Have you not felt anything yet?" ask her again.

"Something what?"ask me plain.

"No, no, oh yeah sorry I didn't get to tell you about Naira. Do you want to listen to him now?" haggar Yugo.

I'm nodding.

"Well, I'll tell you the story of Naira. Naira is a mama's son with his affair, he was born unwanted by our family because from the results are not true, Mama cheated when papa out of town, there is business. We all did not expect, papa was angry and very disappointed.

But not to divorce my mother. They split the house for a year until Naira was born into the world. Mama prefers to isolate herself because of embarrassment, mama lost news for more than a year.

After that mom came back to pass her situation to papa. Whatever decision papa will accept. I brought Naira home at the time. Papa was still angry but he loved his wife very much. He finally forgave his mother's fatal mistake, he accepted this fact. Finally our family gathered together again, Naira grew up in our family. At the age of 6 years papa and mama quarrel because of naira and almost divorced, I was finally scolding naira, I said cruel to her. I say he's an illegitimate child, a result of adultery, not a son of papa, he cried and ran to the lake, the holiday time was terrible.

Naira fell and drowned in the lake. He also died. The first person to find it was me. I cursed myself for causing him to die. I killed him. After Naira's death, papa and mama's relationship began to stretch. My mom decided to go again for the last time. He was devastated by the departure of Naira. Papa can't do anything, he still doesn't want to divorce mom.

Because papa continued to persuade her, mama finally collapsed and wanted to return home. I'm actually not good with dimas, papa and mama are very attentive to me, while dimas they ignore because they are naughty. But I'm sure, dimas mischievous like that because of his lack of affection and attention from papa and mama. Now hopefully after I don't live in that house again dimas can feel the attention of our parents" explained Yugo at length.

I stared at her in, no lies this time, I could see from the look in her eyes.

What is this feeling? why did I suddenly feel sorry for the man in front of me, behind his attitude it turned out to be many stories that I did not know.

"Why look at me like that? do I look like a killer?" yugo.

I'm nodding.

"Haha kidding, no, everyone has a story, naira is not dead because of you, but because it is his death, I'm sure Naira is also dear to her brother'nya" I exclaimed.

Yugo looks at me.

"I think you're going away after knowing my past" said Yugo.

"All has passed, the most important thing is that we move forward now, better than yesterday" I advised.

"Speak it, turn to ask for many reasons" yugo protested.

"What do you mean?" ask me.

"That loh, anu, marriage is part of a good thing, berahala, his word wants to change for the better again, meaning you also have to change your hard attitude towards your husband" said Yugo.

I smile.

"Whoa yah used to mock me with the word cheap woman" I asserted.

Yugo smiles.

"I'm a little flippant, I said that because I don't like women who dress sexy, what do you dress like before, who is it to flirt with? hah, if you wear it now is actually good because who saw your husband, if yesterday was a lot of friends your friend guy, even more dominant guy than girl, if you have a girl, are you not worried? no matter how good they are, do not rule out the possibility that they are tempted and pay attention to your smooth thighs, you directly make us men sin because you have seen aurat that you should not be brazen like that, he said, I said that indirectly because I love you, I glorify you but my ways and words are wrong, sorry if you were offended at that time, sorry for hurting your heart" said Yugo.

I'm silent. There was a strange swish in my heart. There is a different heartbeat than usual.