Don't Call Me Fat
Tidings

Sumiati and Devan remain friends even though they rarely meet Devan now a biology teacher. They are busy each other but still can meet just eat together outside once a week.

The new son graduated a year after I graduated college and graduation. Because he was sick so unemployed 1 year, he did not become a medical lecture. He turned into a math teacher.

And now he has worked as a teacher at one of the private High Schools in the city.

Dimas is also a doctor now and works at one of the private hospitals.

Adit news is now at least in the least expected, he became a police officer now.

Maharani So staff in one of the companies owned by om rado.

While Roni became the manager there, the company om rado. So Maharani and Roni met more often.

I heard they're getting married.

Bimo. My old best friend. I don't know the news. But it looks like he works in a government office.

Time passed, as our teenage years were long gone.

We are now adults and we have been through a lot.

It has not been revealed who used to donate blood sum to the son at that time, even though it has been many years. It was about 5 years ago.

I'm interested in knowing who that person is. And start finding out through sources I trust. It is never too late to know the information.

I also started working as a lawyer and became a housewife.

Actually I already know who the person is, only I just want to make sure again to his person directly even though he will never admit it.

I came to that man's house, no stranger to me.

"Assalamualaikum" I said as I knocked on the door.

A woman opens the door.

"Walaikumsalam, uh lidya, please come in" he replied.

I also went into that simple rented house.

The woman made me drink and we sat in the living room.

"What's the lid, far away here? alone again" he asked.

"Dinda, I already know all about it, you're the one who donated marrow to the son when he was sick first" I asked without further ado.

Dinda quiet.

"meaning?" dinda tried not to know what

"You don't have to deny. I finally know" I replied.

"But....

"Makasi many yah dinda. I don't know what else to repay him with" I said.

"Sst, no lid, no need, I sincerely help, please don't tell the son about this, I don't want him to know, I didn't ask for anything in return, you guys have been very good as I used to be, this is not worth your kindness, please do not discuss it again" exclaimed in panic.

I nodded and smiled.

"Son is eager to meet you, the man who saved his life" I exclaimed.

"Yes I know" I replied.

Dinda looks bad because her secret donation was revealed.

"I'm sorry, I'm looking to find out, even though you want to keep it a secret" I said.

"Gpp really, I'm so bad" replied dinda.

"Do you want to meet your son?" ask me.

"Eh, no, makasi, he is healthy is more than enough for me" he replied.

"Well, that's all I want to ask, make the treat, and sorry to come suddenly, I went home first" I cried while saying goodbye.

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Reportedly James, I don't know what problem he has with feby, I hear they have separated. Divorcees. And feby's gone somewhere.

While James was the last thing I heard he was sick right now. I don't know what he's sick of either. The point is I've been trying to ease the pain and hate me for it. He is outrageous, but it is, everything has passed, I leave it to the creator.

Allah Subhanahu Wata'ala has indeed threatened the unjust by putting their punishment first in the world before returning to the afterlife, because of the humiliation of injustice, and the many adverse effects on society.

he who is wronged is granted by Allah, even if the wronged pray for the wrongdoers. Rasulullah shallallahu ‘alaihi wa sallam said:

وَاتَّقِ دَعْوَةَ الْمَظْلُومِ فَإِنَّهُ لَيْسَ بَيْنَهَا وَبَيْنَ اللَّهِ حِجَابٌ

“And beware of the prayers of the wronged, for there is no barrier between his prayers and Allah.” (CHR. Bukhari no.1496, Muslim no.19).

I may not have the strength to deal with the tyranny of those around me but I am sure Allah is all-knowing and I do not have to bother retaliating against anyone who hurts me, I believe every action has its worth.

I also never stopped praying that papa would get guidance.

"Darling? if it's outside anyway, it's not cold, enter yuk, bobo, it's late at night, the twins have also slept from earlier" yugo invited.

I stopped daydreaming and went with him to the room.

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"Mas ,kok has not slept" exclaimed mama mona to her husband who was still awake at 1 am.

Mr. Rudi was sitting while drinking warm coffee in the living room.

"Can't sleep" replied Rudi.

Mom Mona sat next to him.

"What's wrong, what's the problem, what's the story?" ask mama.

"So, suddenly I miss my son, he has given birth without me accompanying him, my grandson has been born but until now I have not been able to carry him" exclaim mr. rudi.

"You'd better make peace with it, I know it all takes a process but is this process not too long? you have not considered your child for too long, in fact you are outrageous mas" replied the mother mona heart. He was also afraid that Rudi would be angry to hear his opinion.

Rudy was silent. Where should he begin to greet the child one of his flesh and blood which he had cast out.

"I'm confused, how to" exclaimed rudi.

"Sure, everything will be fine, I'm sure lidya will also forgive you mas, lidya good boy, I'm sure, he must be very eager to meet you but you are covering yourself because because you think yugo is not able to make him happy, but look now, he is more than happy to have yugo. We as parents must support the child, what else when he was hit by the disaster, not even leave him" advised mama mona. He began to dare to speak up.

Mama Mona gently and full of warmth stroked Pak rudi's shoulder and grasped her husband's hand.