Don't Call Me Fat
KKN

3 Years later.

It doesn't feel like 3 years have passed. Not much has changed. My school has also entered the 7th semester.

Honestly, I miss papa so much.

But he closed all access and space for me to meet him.

Sometimes yugo and I visit my in-laws and are in their rented house.

My studies are also only 1 semester away. God willing if all is well.

Yugo is still working at the factory, thank God he rose to the position of staff there so that his work is not too heavy as before.

Today is our first day KKN,

Me and my group mates in a remote village. The name of the village is karungan.

"Hey, kik daydreaming anyway, the heart of the heart loh, the moment of the delay" said Sumiati.

"Ah gpp kok, you are the heart of the heart, easy to be possessed, haha, hmm I was thinking about the time, do not feel ajja time so quickly passed" I exclaimed.

"Udah, do not remember the past, what else is the bad past" sumiati argued.

To this day I have not been blessed with a little angel. It's so sad, I hope that after college I can give birth to a lot of children. Aamiins.

"What about my son's fate, if you don't ignore me, my son will live a good life. I feel sorry for my child-to-be" I exclaimed.

"Sst must not say that, be grateful for life now, the problem of your child's fortune will be there, do not doubt the windfall of God" said Sumiati.

I'm nodding.

"Eh. By the way, how's your relationship with Devan? is there clarity? you guys deket have been a long time ago, you guys gini gini ajja" asked me to change the subject.

Sumiati was glum.

"I don't know either" Sumiati replied lethargicly.

"Honestly, do you like devan? you love?" ask me.

"I don't know, it's also free 'if my feelings are revealed whether he will accept me, will our friendship end because of a feeling?" sumiati.

"Prophey well, try you two if you are asking him, ask his opinion about your relationship, ask for clarity, if it is clear that you can step and choose, then you can choose, being able to receive love from another man, not having to wait for him" I exclaimed.

"Yes yes, bawel, I am also very dizzy nih many kkn activities, very tired" he said.

"Just enjoy. We are also not long here, this is also the first day already moaning, tomorrow more of our activities" I replied.

"Hmm well, hopefully ajja this village is not horror like in the movie" said Sumiati.

"Aamiin" I replied.

My kkn group is pretty much 11 people.

We live in a house close to the house of a kades sir. This resident's house is the house of mbah nek salimah, he lives alone in this house. The room in the house that looks more like this hut there are 2, the bathroom without a door is only covered with a dull brown cloth curtain. Wooden floors, the advantages are spacious, this house is spacious for the size of a grandmother who lives alone here.

From his story, he indeed lived a kara, his entire family died during a big fire in this village. Once there was a forest fire and his fire seeped into the village, his early exposed to the garden, one house and seeped into another at night, partly awakened and displaced, the, while the grandmother's family was completely asleep and unaware of the fire, they were too late to evacuate and burned to death.

There were 7 dead and 10 wounded. Grandma was not there at the time, she was visiting relatives in the next village. After returning home Grandma was shocked because her whole family was gone.

By night.

I saw grandma sitting on the porch sipping her bitter jasmine tea.

His eyes stared flat at the street in front of his house.

"Mom, what are you doing?" ask me heart.

"Call Mbah ajja" his protest.

"Em, well, what are you doing? it's better to go inside" I replied.

Mbah looked at me for a moment but did not answer, he looked straight ahead again.

Must be lonely. My inner.

Sumiati came and looked at me in wonder.

"Lidya!!! who are you talking to?" her screeches.

"Apaan sih sum, I was talking to mba.." I turned to Mbah but Mbah has gone somewhere.

"Nobody's there!" pekik Sumiati scared.

"There is a rock!" answer me.

"That's what you mean? don't be weirdo lid!" said Sumiati hitting my arm.

"Bah salimah lah, the same time mbah shaman" my protest.

Sumiati's face grew scared.

"Salimah's grandmother was attending the celebration of the vice village chief, since then after the Maghrib, and has not returned until now" replied the Sumiati.

I looked at her confused. I was actually talking to him. He even answered me.

"Oh no, this plis is not a horror movie!" pekik Sumiati's.

Did Sumiati prank me?

"You're sure you haven't come home yet, I don't see you go, and where are the kids, so quiet?" ask me.

"Follow grandma, eat at the wedding thanksgiving ceremony of Mr. Rohman's son, deputy village chief, earlier I want to come but I see you are still solemnly praying so I wait for you deh, I want to come, while brewing warm tea, do you know you are already on the terrace, want to come along? if yes, the hunt is ready, the hunt is over, all the citizens are invited including us" exclaimed the Sumiati who began to forget with his fear of seeing me talking alone on the terrace.

"I'm like this ajja deh, yuk" answered me who did not want to linger long in this quiet house, not because of fear but I feel uncomfortable ajja.

"Come on the hunt. Afraid I've been here a long time, horror huh" Sumiati invited.

As a result, we were invited to wear only his clothes. The important thing is hijab, my inner self.

Sumiati and I took a torch beside the house to light our way. There is no electricity here, our mobile phones also do not last long because they cannot operate, all our mobile phones are lowbat.

Real remote village. Location of ajja at the foot of the mountain.

"Where is the location of the event? do you know what???"ask me.

"Hehe does not know anyway, we see ajja if there is a sound of the rame must be deh there" replied sumi sok tau