Don't Call Me Fat
Solid schedule.

I tidied up the book on the table and put it in my backpack.

"You want to go home? walk first yuk" invite Sumiati.

I smiled for a moment, not unwilling, I was no longer like I used to be able to spend papa's money. Now I save her more.

"Don't be, about the afternoon want to go to work, and I'm exhausted, not to mention serving the husband, ah the schedule is very tight well" I exclaimed.

"Yeee, it's hard to be your kayak artist too, the schedule is very tight" Sumiati teased.

"Haha artist? what artist, a soap opera of doom?" exclaim me

"Ih, I'm not the one who said it" sumi protested.

Devan is waiting at the door.

"For a long time, I stayed for a long time" said Devan.

"Oh, there are only ajja times, Sumiati is not who you are" I protested.

"Oh, good, so don't bother me anymore" replied devan coldly.

Sumiati pinched my arm.

"Well, my free ojek is gone, you are" said sumi annoyed.

"Don't you, stop depending on him, you want this to go on?" ask me.

"It's not good, but I can't lose him too many times" he said.

"Yes already chasing there" I said while slightly pushing her to pursue devan.

"I'm sorry, I'm first" she said, waving and turning away from me.

I stepped outside the class.

I took the bus to my house.

Riding the bus remembering me when I was in high school, I took a bus pretending to be poor when I was a pussy, now I'm really poor but my difference of heart is much calmer than when I was in school even though I was struggling with treasure.

"You're lidya yeah?" greet someone behind me.

"Oh yeah, what's up?" ask me.

"Sorry before, I'm a fan, I follow you on your Instagram" he said.

"Oh hay" said I'm a little stiff.

"Look easy, I often see your posts, your followers are also tolerable, want you to be a model and brand ambassador My goods?" ask her.

"Thank you, but I'm not an artist, I'm an ordinary person" I replied.

"Oh gpp, you are quite beautiful, your body is also good, not inferior to real artist artists." exclaimed mba fani it.

"What model is mba?" ask me.

"Thursday, hijab and bag" she answered.

Oh thank God it is not skincare, because if there are netizens who know and know me can be blasphemed one country of the Republic of Indonesia I am because of my false beauty.

"Hm, I can" I replied at the end.

"All right, thank you, this is my business card" he replied.

"Oh, ok ok" I replied.

I also came home with that business card.

Ashar Adhan gathered, I immediately prayed ashar and took a short break before preparing to leave for work.

It's gonna be more and more of my activity, arggh.

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"Tumben late" cried aldi who was already on standby wearing his apron.

"Yes, overslept, I don't know, maybe I'm a little tired" I replied.

"The spirit of dong" Raka appeared while tying the apr strap behind her.

"Yes yes, stay well" I exclaimed.

What day is it, lots of tumben?

Raka prepared to open a shop and welcome our first visitor.

As we were all busy serving customers Sarah casually entered her.

"Sarah, you have a clock, right? habit, truant and late!!" peekik raka annoyed.

"Bawel deh, bacot" replied Sarah While walking casually to a special room and took her apron.

Then he tied his hair.

Sarah's skin is yellow. Her face is sweet. If you say beautiful just ordinary but his body bohay really, like a Spanish guitar. There's a tattoo on his arm.

"Surge lo. I want to relax at the cashier, you help me make coffee there!" drive sarah out for seeing me standby at the cashier.

I immediately went to the side of the coffee and snack.

Mr. Roger came and headed straight for me.

"Lidya, turnover report yesterday have you been working on? where are the results, have you copied, right?" ask mr. roger to me.

Sarah looked at me not like it.

"Oh yes sir" I replied as I stepped up to take the report in the drawer of Roger's laptop.

"Wah gini dong nice, neat, complete" praise mr. roger to me.

Sarah looked at me annoyed.

"Since when children part time working on turnover reports" exclaimed sarah at raka.

"Since loe bolos mulu nye work" answered raka ketus.

Sarah's out the cashier and approaching roger.

Without shame Sarah fingered Mr. roger's hand.

"Sir, how is he doing that job?" sarah protest.

Roger brushed his hand.

"Where were you yesterday? truant again? if it is not the intention to work out" said Mr. roger.

"Yesterday I was sick sir" he shouted a lie.

"ill? the reason for dying, this is the umpteenth time you have been absent, I do not tolerate your behavior anymore!" mr. roger's firm.

Sarah's temptation did not work, even though she had tried as sexy as possible in front of Mr. Roger to tempt him.

Sarah returned to her position.

I continued to show the results I was working on.

After roger went sarah scolded me.

"Well, you can be alone with Mr. Roger, you can take my position?!" snapped it.

"You mean? tandem? take care of your mouth well, here crowded, twosome where's it from? I'm married, I can't be happy with Roger.

I never took your position, anyways you yourself are looking for trouble why even blame me? it's a good thing your job I'm doing, your position is also in the cashier I help you replace it as long as you are not around, introspection, should his we are angry!" i firmly.

Raka and aldy were surprised to hear my answer.

"Heleh part-time son of ajja sok hakebacotin me, don't know who he is?" snapped it.

"Do not know, and do not want to know. We're the same here, same with co-workers. Working together to eat a salary from the boss, so please be solid, do not be selfish" I replied.

"I'm a former roger sir" said sarah proudly.

"Oh, just an ex" my answer made Sarah even more upset.

True, sarah was his ex-lover, but they had long since broken up, Mr. Roger accepted his work here also out of pity.

Mr. Roger is married, he's a widower. His wife died a year ago.

With sarah before Mr. Roger married his late wife.