Don't Call Me Fat

Don't Call Me Fat
SMA Pelita Reunion


The atmosphere is quite crowded at SMA Pelita at this time.


I didn't bring the twins with me because I was on vacation and visiting her grandfather's house.


I look around. Ah miss her. High School was fun and full of stories.


Someone patted my shoulder.


"Hay. Li, what old news can't be found, geez you haven't changed. Still the same as when High School, more beautiful ajja wearing hijab" said wulan, my volleyball teammate first.


"Ah can ajja you, where are the others? haven't come?" ask me.


"Gathering in the hall maybe, ah miss him, do not feel well we are adults" exclaimed wulan.


"Yes, go there" take me.


We stepped into the hall.


Started to arrive guests of High School alumni pelita.


Seen the organizers of this reunion event were busy pacing back and forth wearing their uniforms. Well they are students who are still studying at this school, 17 years old. We were also in that time.


Even though there was no interesting love story in my school days but I enjoyed it, enjoyed school. Love monkey with my own half-brother. I am ashamed to remember it. But it's natural. Very good son, who the hell does not like him? of course with me as a brother. Not more. Although there was once an undue feeling between us. Let it be a memory and a past.


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Actually the author of the Dimas team, but to be fair, the author presents a new role figure who becomes a mate lidya.


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"His father?" greet someone to me.


I'm turning.


He hesitated a little to say hello.


I frowned at me.


"Who?" ask me.


Because the woman in front of me is wearing a mask and sunglasses.


"Maharani" answered her embarrassedly while opening her mask and glasses. The sun burns the skin.


We're still outside the school hall.


"Oalah, Mashaa Allah ukhti" I cried when I saw the Maharani now begin to wear the hijab.


"Lid, I was there first well, alumni of our volleyball team who used to come" Mulan said.


"Ok" I replied.


I approached Maharani and we were experienced.


"Kangen really, I was like going back to school when I stepped on my feet here again. Not much has changed. Only our teacher seems to be getting older" Maharani said.


"Yes, I am also sad to see them, hopefully they will be strengthened. They are unsung heroes that we must respect" I replied.


"After this, it's like we have to visit mai" said Maharani.


"Yes agree" I replied.


"Yuk. It's hot" said rani.


We also started entering the building.


I saw Roni, Adit, dimas waving his hand at us.


I smile.


We got together again like before.


The grand reunion will begin soon.


The event began with a leisurely walk.


After that we got back together at school. Many snacks are available outside.


We drink and eat cakes for the stomach chaff.


After that we went back to the hall. You can wear alumni-only t-shirts for this grand reunion.


Red les blue t-shirt. The Great Reunion of 1999 - 2021.


I looked around me. There are many memories in this place.


I looked up at the sky of the looming high hall.


When other people were busy watching the concert I was even cool outside.


"Don't watch?" ask Dimas.


I'm shaking.


"I don't like it, more cool like the snacks, it's not been a long time High School like this. So remember the past" I replied.


"Yes, a lot has changed. But thank God we can all still meet like this" dimas exclaimed.


"Yes, doctor" I said.


"Ah you, here I am as a lamp school alumni, not a doctor" she said.


"All right" I replied.


Adit , Roni, and Maharani approached us.


"No fun, even the snacks outside. It's a cry in the concert" said Roni.


"As for you, there is no compulsion to join the snack here, I just dizzy ajja inside, cram. My ears feel sensitive' due to the screams of people who idolize the band" my protest.


"Yes anyway, we better go around school, reminisce about the past, thanks to you my school days are more colorful. Before you had moved here my life was monotonous. Boring, no one wants to come near me" said Maharani.


"Same, my friend and cousin" I exclaimed.


Maharani then hugged me.


"The world is very narrow well, do not think we are cousins, oh yes I have a surprise for you" said Maharani eagerly as we walked along the school corridor carrying snacks.


Maharani took out an Invitation from inside her bag.


"Tara.." he shared the invitation.


"God, the end. Congratulations" I said.


Adit and dimas start to taunt Roni.


"Cieh who wants to marry, still have time to go on the road of reunion" chirped dimas.


Roni just smiled shyly.


Next week Maharani will marry Roni.


"Actually I already know anyway, om rado has been ngabarin this long before his" I exclaimed.


"Right, hmm sorry well, I just wanted to surprise you.


"Wah means this month a lot of dong invitations" I exclaimed.


"Who else wants to get married?" ask Maharani.


"Son will also be married soon" I exclaimed.


"What's? really, who is the same?" ask them almost in unison.


"There's a secret" I replied.


They started to protest and lightly hugged my arm.


"Oh yeah, I'll tell you later after everything is done. It is still a long time, the end of the month God willing" I said.


"Ah, it's very nice to hear, the son of a good person, must have a good one as well" said Maharani.


Dimas and Adit were silent.


"By the way, you two haven't been around girl? you're normal" chirped me.


Hearing that they protested and threw me snack while laughing.


"That mubazir tau!!" my protest.


"Loe mother of 3 children diem ajja deh, later we will also marry kok" exclaimed dimas. Adit.


"Haha yes yes, I am uda mother child 3 because of young marriage, hm gpp good marriage" I replied.


"But the body is still okay yah bun even though the child is already 3" exclaimed Maharani.


"Yes dong, although my mother must take care of my body and facial care so as not to lose bohay with girls. Haha" my joke.


"Yes it is a young mother, so want to be a mother" said Maharani glanced at the wrong behavior.


"Prophetically, next week will be in the process of making it wkwkwkwkwkwk" laugh Adit and dimas.