Don't Call Me Fat
Kkn 3's

Week pass. We're staying about 2 weeks here.

Sadly, this village died. Beautiful and comfortable village. The view is also beautiful.

Every now and then we walk along the road to the forest and its surroundings on Sundays. When kkn activities free.

It's sunday now. Since dawn we have helped mbah cook to cook for us to take the road.

We finished our cooking bath alternately. The clock is 07:30 in the morning.

Our plan will start at 8 to afternoon.

Not all participants want to participate in this activity. Only the willing, some reasoned lazy where on the holiday and plan to relax at home alone.

So the total who participated was only 7 people with Mbah.

Actually I was lazy to come but because at the insistence of Sumiati I finally came too.

We walked on foot into the forest. Not the forest our destination, but after passing through the forest there is a river and a view that is inda after him. Perfect for camping.

There is no tent. We just roll out the mat there and put the food we cooked since dawn.

Do not forget I brought the faith to pray Dzuhur there. Sumiati is excited to play water in the river rocks. I sat on one of the big rocks in the river, my feet dangling touching the cool of the river water.

It doesn't feel like it's 12 noon.

"Eat first" bring desta.

I flinched from the daydream.

"Eh, it's noon? what time?" ask me.

"Hour 12" she answered briefly.

I glanced at a friend of mine who had walked towards the mat of bamboo belonging to Mbah.

"Have entered Dzuhur yet yah?" ask me again.

"Some, like he hasn't. Eat first new prayer" said desta.

"Hmm good" I replied.

Finish eating friends split up again looking for a good view to take pictures. Memories of being in this village.

......🌺🌺🌺......

While in other places yugo is patient himself during his wife away from him, because kkn in a remote village.

Right now Yugo is sitting together eating out with his son and dimas.

Dimas will soon be a doctor.

"Dimas" screeched the son as he pointed towards the entrance of the food stall.

James joined hands with Feby towards a place in the middle of the room.

Yugo reflexively clenched his fuming hand.

"They're married" dimas exclaimed.

"Could you?!" answer son.

"Yes, yoga invited us. No one was present except me" dimas replied.

"Don't talk about them!" peekik yugo's.

James looked at the dimas table and smiled. In any case, one of the families that James considers.

"Hay" his greeting was like nothing ever happened.

All are silent including dimas. The world war between his two brothers will begin again.

"We need to talk" said James towards yugo.

Yugo just kept quiet not to press his high school once, he's promised the same lidya not to fight anymore.

"Hey, deaf yeah!" screeches james.

"I don't think there's anything to talk about anymore" replied Yugo.

"Yes, then I'll just talk here" James exclaimed.

The atmosphere is awkward and tense.

Son and dimas stood up to give private time to the two of them.

"Yugo, I know we've been in a civil war too long, it's time we made peace. I've forgiven you, I want you to forgive me too" James said.

What other drama is this? inner Yugo.

"You think it's that easy I'll believe your words, sorry I don't believe.don't ever call me if you ever see me. Just seeing you hurt me and my wife. You even killed my son. That easy as you apologize? now what else do you want right, all my possessions, my child-to-be, what else do you want right now?! my wife? I kill you if I dare touch her. Enough is enough, just live your new life." yugo stood up not to deal anymore with james.

Yugo's footsteps are getting further away.

James could only sigh heavily.

Feby looked at James.

James shook his head at the sign of failing to reconcile with yugo.

The son and mother returned to their homes.

......🌺🌺🌺.......

Kkn finally ended too. It was the last day in the village. I looked around the corner of Mbah's house, quite a lot of memories here but I also missed my husband a lot.

Approximately 2 months of this kkn activity.

"It's so sad" Sumiati exclaimed.

This afternoon we went back to the city, this morning we started packing again, not too much stuff.

Do not forget we say goodbye to all the villagers and to the village chief and his representatives.

I hugged him tightly, our tears fell, sadly moved to 1.

"Thank you so much for the ride during our time here, sorry we always bother you" said I.

"That's just nice of you to come here, if there is time to stop by when, hopefully long life and still be able to see you succeed later, Take good care of yourself well son" say mbah while hugging us one by one.

"Aamiin" I replied. My tears and Sumiati were flowing. We got as much as we wanted.

I can't believe he died alone. Must be lonely. I could not bear to see that the old Mbah had to work as a farmer there to meet his needs.

"Udah ah sad drama sad his, come on, later we miss the bus and train" said desta.

The weight of his sense of this foot stepped away from the house Mbah. Mbah could only wave his hand from a distance.

We were among a pack of good-natured kades out of this village.

We all walked about half an hour towards the big road, gathered at the bus waiting stop, after which we headed to the terminal towards the city where we lived and attended college.

Inside the train some are asleep, some enjoy this far enough journey.