Don't Call Me Fat

Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 44.


At Adit's house.


There did not look his parents.


"Where are your house people?" ask me.


" My parents left yesterday, look at my sick Mbah in the village" Adit replied.


"Ohh so" I replied briefly.


"Wow we forgot to buy a snack" said Dimas.


"You buy it, buy it around here, here's the money" Adit said.


"Am I not good at taking a car?" exciting Dimas.


"Oh yeah, forgot, lili's coming?" tawar Adit's.


"May" I replied.


We went back down to where my car was parked.


"What are you snacking on?" ask adit.


"Any day, I follow Ajja" I replied.


We also arrived at a supermacket.


We bought Snacks, soft drinks, I saw ice cream. I remember Bimo. I miss the road with Bimo. I'm a fool, it's changed so far should I be happy now.


"Why daydream? want some ice cream? take ajja" said Adit.


"Oh, no, I'm on a diet" I replied.


When we finished we went back to Adit's house.


"For a long time, I'm a laper" Dimas protested.


"Patience" cried Adit.


We then went to the kitchen, cooked Indomie eggs.


I honestly haven't eaten instant noodles in a long time.


Turns out Indomie is really good, maybe because it eats its rame rame?


Finish eating.


Adit's house is simple but unique. We walked into his very neat room.


It's already afternoon.


"I'm home" I exclaimed.


"Well, soon magrib, just released magrib ajja just came home. We went along, all of you took the bike we were staying on" Dimas said.


"Oh yeah I forgot, ok" I replied.


Finished magrib I also drove them to the parking lot of the bookstore we had just stopped by.


After that I went home.


Just one step into the house, papa is already in the living room with Aunt Mona and son.


"Where have you been?", asked papa.


"Round around" I replied briefly.


"Next week papa will celebrate a big wedding. Don't make trouble" exclaimed papa.


"Oh" I answered briefly and went to my room.


"Oh yes, Lusa Oma and opa will depart from Jakarta to here" said papa.


The oma? opa's? haha what a joke is this. It's not that Oma and opa don't like me. They don't even consider me their granddaughter. Maybe I'll be more stressed than before.


I saw the smiling son win.


"I don't care" I replied as I left them.


"Why are your children so much the same old man?" ask Aunt Mona.


"Well that's it, understandably, since birth he did not know the figure of the mother who taught him manners, too busy with my business so did not pay too much attention to her, so did not pay too much attention to her, hopefully with your presence can change it a little" replied papa.


"Hopefully, it's going to be difficult" said Aunt Mona complaining.


"I'm sorry well, please help her" said papa.


"Yes, calm down, hand it to me" replied Aunt Mona confidently.


"I always support whatever your decision, I don't mind having a brother like Lidya" replied the son.


After busy chatting and taking care of the wedding preparations of Aunt Mona and the son was happy to go home.


Aunt Mona and son migrated to Java after their parents divorced.


His father was the native son of the Tarakan people the phrase North. If aunty Mona mix Tarakan-Manado.


While papa is of Chinese-Java descent. Mama the native east javanese. My mom has all died.


I looked at the picture of my mother I had never seen in my entire life.


"Well, I'm sorry I wasn't a good kid" I said.


I hugged a picture of my mother when she was 18 years old, she died at a young age while giving birth to me. So sad. I'll be the same age as Mom soon.


Mama is beautiful, slim, deserves papa crazy crazy same mom and made a fatal mistake when they were teenagers.


Their love story ran aground after mom got pregnant. There is no blessing on the part of my family. They are also separated.


That's the story that's been stuck in my brain ever since I just stepped foot in junior high school. Papa told him himself. Whether true or not I can only believe.


After cleaning myself I fell asleep.


Morning blind I woke up, I paddled my bike, morning exercise as usual.


I pout my long hair. I've had a week off volleyball practice. Since I came to the moon.


At 6:30 am I go home and get ready to go to school.


I'm taking my car to the school parking lot.


My arrival is welcomed by Maisaroh.


"Li, I've found Mai's book" she exclaimed.


I gave the code to keep it a secret from the children. Me and Maisaroh went to the roof to see the name of the person who hurt Mai.


"There are so many 13 people" said Maisaroh.


"Yes, what are all the upperclassmen?" ask me.


"Like so".answered Maisaroh.


"Now that we seek the Empress, we must hear her testimony" I exclaimed.


Maisaroh.


We got down to class and saved Mai's book.


Maharani is already in class, sitting still on her bench.


I tried to get close to Rani.


"Hay, can you have a minute?", I asked.


"No" she refused.


"You sure you refuse to talk to me?" lure me.


"This is for our friend's sake.


The look on Maharani's face turned to fear. His hands are shaking.


I gently calmed the Empress' hand, she did not dare to look at me.


Maisaroh who impatiently seemed to want to join the Maharani but I prevented him, I gave the code to entrust the Maharani to me.


At the end Maisaroh retreated again and just stared at us from his bench.


"Don't be afraid Rani, we're with you" I said.


Maharani brushed my hand a little hard so I jolted a little. Reflexes make other friends see us.


"You said he said, he's crazy" said Udin, a friend who was near the bench with the maharani.


The maharani remained silent.


"Let's talk outside, yeah" I bargained.


The maharani did not answer, he was frightened. He picked up the pen and crossed out his book scribbles. True, they said, the Maharani's mental problem. It was like he needed a psychiatrist.


But I'm not desperate. I should be able to make her tell me whatever happens. For justice and for the comfort of our lives. Although the risk is great because dealing with seniors, it is possible that I will be the next target of bullies if I dare to uncover their secrets.


It's okay, I'm ready, I'm not alone, I'm with some great people in this class. There's Maisaroh. I also have a friend from the club' volleyball flat large body. I have Adit and Dimas.