Don't Call Me Fat
Immediate reunion.

Out of curiosity I peeked a little. Turns out he fucked me. Behind that towel he's already wearing a boxer.

Huft, I'm relieved.

"Heleh, pretentious to close your eyes but ngintip, say ajja curious to see, yes hahaha" yugo exclaimed.

I threw a pillow at him.

His burly body was wrapped in a moss-green t-shirt and knee-length shorts.

He then threw himself in the bed. He put his head on my lap.

I was surprised by his actions.

"Find my dong's gray hair" pinta yugo.

"His embellishment is gray?" my protest.

"Look at yourself" he said.

I also started to open a strand for the sake of a strand of her hair.

"No one" I protested.

"More details" replied yugo.

What the heck this kid, really good command2 people.

"Often there are my gray hair, aunt at home who usually find and pull out my white hair, aka gray hair" explained yugo.

I was angry but kept looking.

The smell of fresh yugo.

"Oh yes, there is!!" it was like finding a diamond.

"Take off what you're wearing, your hair is so short" I protested.

"Forgot the tweezers. How well, if I move later he is lost" said yugo.

"Yes, you first hold your hair like this, let me take the tweezers" I exclaimed.

I opened my dresser drawer. There are already lined tweezers of various sizes.

I took the small one.

"Udah can pickle, cramp my hands holding my hair" yugo protested.

"Patience" I replied annoyed.

After that I went back again.

"Move to the sofa ajja, let it be easy" I asked.

Yugo according to although his hands are cramps hold his hair since earlier.

I sat down and he immediately threw his head into my lap.

Thank goodness that gray hair was not lost.

I then pulled it out.

"Yey, get one, what a gift" I exclaimed.

"Emang his race" yugo protests.

"That's so stingy" I replied.

"Hem, look first again the gray is a lot, only later om kasi gift well adek bocil" yugo exclaimed.

I'm back in focus on her hair.

It's not much but if it is looked carefully Yugo already has gray hair.

But indeed, gray hair is not in the hair of the elderly, young age is sometimes there.

"His son is very much in the search of gray hair, I got sleepy" yugo exclaimed.

"Don't have much movement so let's say that white hair" protested me.

Yugo complies and remains silent.

"Udah ah, cape!" my words were just awakened by what I was doing.

I made peace with Yugo?

Even looking for gray hair?

There's no answer. I looked towards his face.

Well he's sleeping. Can cramp this thigh I made her a pillow.

I pushed her body a little to wake her up.

Yugo is shocked and I force him to wake up.

"Sleep there, not here!" my screeches.

Yugo rubbed his eyes.

"Maar, I overslept" he exclaimed as he walked towards the bed and continued his sleep, as if he were very sleepy.

I looked at him from the couch.

Just a few minutes away from the place where he had fallen asleep.

......🌺🌺🌺......

His face is handsome. I used to think he was a bad person because of his sharp mouth, but now it is still sharp, not changed, his behavior is also immature, a period of jealousy until I snapped in public. The time of people like this is my soul mate. I still didn't expect.

Yugo's phone rings suddenly. I stared at his cell phone screen on the nightstand.

"Darman?" my inner.

Lift it up. But who knows how important.

"Hello, assalamualaikum" I replied.

"I'm sorry, is Yugo here?" ask darman, maybe yugo's friend.

"He was sleeping. What was? I'll tell you" I replied.

"Well, then, assalamualaikum" he closed.

I frowned at me.

By night. Yugo looks different, he wears fragrant, and looks fresher than usual.

"Where are you going?" ask me.

"There's a sudden reunion, would you like to come?" bargain her.

I'm thinking a little. Bored at home too.

"Maybe?" ask me.

"Yes" he answered.

"Entar bother?" exclaim me.

Yugo stopped combing her hair.

"You come no, if you want to be ready soon, I'll wait" replied yugo.

"All right, I'm coming" I said.

Not long, only about 15 minutes I was ready, yugo smiled looking at me.

"It's really pretty my wife, but it's more beautiful if the lid is well, later we buy hijab after home from reunion ,ok" he said

"What's? the hijab?" reject me. I'm shaking.

"Now, later" he explained.

I didn't answer, I followed her down to the car park.

The journey began, we have prayed Isya so we can calmly walk the way.

Once on site, a cafee.

Just arrived we've been greeted by a man who looks the same age as yugo.

"Hay bro, who is married ajja nih, the real pace" cried darman.

"Yes bro, it is usual, the era of Siti Nurbaya acting again in this millennial era hihi" replied yugo.

"Please bro, Masha Allah is beautiful indeed your wife, if I am in a match with an angel like this mah gladly accept her" said Darman.

"So I'm lucky?" ask Yugo.

"Banget" replied darman.

I introduced myself in front of old friend Yugo.

Not long after that, a few people arrived. Turns out Yugo's gang was in high school.

"Go, there's an image of loh coming" whispered darman.

"Ah is not possible" argued yugo.

"No way, he's a doctor now. And have been to this city, because his work service in a big hospital on the side road2" said Darman reassured.

"Don't joke" yelled Yugo.

"I'm not kidding, the people came" did not point darman towards the image that came alone.

Yugo was silent, for a long time he did not see the figure of the image. His beloved friend.

Back then he could only harbor fear but fear revealed it for fear of their friendship being destroyed. Yugo darman and the image used to be very familiar. Darman knows Yugo likes imagery. The image is also silent to like her but they hold each other because of friendship.

Yugo did not turn his head towards the image he instead looked towards me.

"Why?" ask me confused.

Yugo.

The image approached them.

"Hay, haven't seen each other in a long time" he said.

Yugo just smiled.

"Eh who is this?" ask the image while glancing towards me.

Citra does not know about yugo is married.

"My wife" replied yugo.

"Ah you are always more, dating have called all wives" laughter imagery.

"Loh, seriously, this is my wife, her name is lidya, we are married" replied Yugo.

Citra glanced at darman, and darman nodded.