Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 29

I said, come to the boy.

"Hmm, what's your name?" ask her.

"Lidya Wijaya, but just call me lily" I replied.

"I'm Aditya" he exclaimed as his hand offered to get acquainted.

I smiled thinly.

We arrived at the teacher's room. Adit was too pampered. A teacher immediately greeted me as if he had known me for a long time?

"You're Lidya, let's sit down" exclaimed a teacher named Mr. Budi.

The class entrance bell rings.

Mr. Budi also told me to follow him.

Class 2 IPA 2.

I have arrived at my new class.

Mr. Budi then introduced me to the children of the students in his class.

I smiled and introduced myself.

"Not playing, very pretty, buset dah" exclaimed a fat boy.

Rame boisterous class welcomed my arrival.

I smiled at them hearing them tease me.

Mr. Budi hit his small table with a ruler to make the classroom codition back conducive.

"Lidya can sit on that empty bench" he pointed right next to Adit earlier?

Adit smiled kindly.

I thought he would be rude.

Slowly I sat down, I looked at them all, I was really afraid, would they be the same as the people in my old school.

But they smile at me. But I don't know if it's sincere or not.

The lesson went well. Maths lessons are boring as always. Suddenly, sir called me

"Lili want to try and do something on the board?" ask her.

I'm surprised I'm not playing. This is not my skill.

Shit, why do I have to, the whole class is enthusiastic to see me, like they all want to test me.

I was ranked top 3 in my old class, why worry. Come on Lidya, relax. You definitely can.

I don't know the power from which I can solve the matter on the blackboard smoothly without a hitch. Though this is not my skill, it is Bimo's skill.

Maybe because he often studied with Bimo then transmit the knowledge, even though I am not as smart as him, I have to work hard to study until late at night to be able to rank in the classroom. While Bimo easily digested all the lessons without having to study extremes like me.

Actually there is no appreciation of anything from papa. But at least he's not angry because my grades are low.

I learned not for papa but for myself, in bulli because fat alone has made me almost crazy what else if my grades are ugly, let's be fat at least I'm not stupid. That was my priority at school.

Teacher smiled happy to see me doing the matter on the blackboard easily. Many children cheered and applauded.

"Well, Lidya Wijaya, it's not just your pretty face, it turns out you are also smart, perfect" said Mr. Budi to me.

Only a student who stared at me cynically saw me praised by many of my teachers and classmates.

I saw his nametag.

Empress.

There was no smile on his face as he looked at me like the others.

I'm back on the bench.

My break time in many classmates greeted me.

"Hay Lidya" said a student of his nametag I know his name alan.

"Call lilies only", answered me while away from the crowd of children who want to get to know me more deeply.

I was alone in the school cafeteria.

Adit approached me.

"Welcome to school full of competition, I hope you will survive" cried Adit as I was cool to enjoy my Boba drink.

I stared at him for a moment.

"What do you mean?" ask me confused.

"In a moment you will be attacked by ambitious rank-lovers, whatever they do to be ranked in the class. I hope you're not as flashy as you were" Adit explained.

"But they're all smiling at me?" my words made Adit laugh.

"But there's one who doesn't smile, I see from his name Maharani, is he ranked 1st in the class?" ask me.

"No" Adit replied briefly.

I don't understand the direction of Adit's conversation, what's wrong with this school?