Don't Call Me Fat
Episode 45's.

The next day.

I stepped into the class.

The atmosphere is still empty of residents. Maybe I dropped off school too soon.

Maharani hasn't come yet, her usual she's always present the fastest.

I started sitting on my bench. The air is morning. Hour 06.50. The learning hours start at 07:15.

There is still time for breakfast and more.

I had breakfast at home.

I walked outside the class. View from the 3rd floor.

A few students came.

"For the first time comes, the sweetness" exclaimed Dimas who just arrived.

"I have to say that, how come you come quickly" I said.

"Let's see you, my hunch says that you will come sooner today hahaha" joked Dimas.

I pinched his arm. The end of this Dimas changed. He used to love to bother me, now he looks better.

"I put the bag down first" cried Dimas.

I didn't answer.

I enjoyed the morning at school, it was fun.

Dimas from behind knocked my head.

"What the hell, such a hobby bothers people" my protest.

"The abbis we are beautiful anyway, gemesin" said Dimas.

"Hmm, if I turned out to be real ugly would you still want to be friends with me?" ask me to arrive.

"I'm not talking about it anyway, I don't want to. Ogah, hahahaha, joking zeyeng" Dimas replied as he touched my eel.

"Seriously?" ask me.

"What the hell doesn't make lilies, donks" Dimas replied.

I pulled out my phone, I scroll the gallery. Then I showed it to Dimas.

"Who is this?" ask Dimas.

"There's a guy I found his photos on social media, if my face and body like that guess how? does anyone want to be with me?" ask me.

I don't know why it's the same Dimas I wouldn't mind if he knew my past.

Dimas thought for a moment and laughed out loud.

"That's funny?" I'm starting to pout.

Dimas pinched my cheek.

"Hey, why are you asking that. You should be grateful to look beautiful, I think all humans in this world must have love, God must love someone to be able to love us what there is.

Because love is not only from the face, but from the heart. Indeed, it is not hypocritical average people will judge from the face first.

But after knowing more we will realize that love and comfort of the heart can not be measured only from the outside beauty, but from the inside.

Because the sincere love of the heart will make people comfortable and settled, if only see from the physical alone it's the name of his lust" explained Dimas.

Dimas' sentence this time really slapped me, I began to regret my actions. But the rice has become chicken porridge. I have to continue my life now.

"Tumben once you were wise like this" I said as I moved.

"Alah, alay lu, why the hell ask so. Are you in love again?" ask Dimas.

"No, it's just a doang" I screamed as I smacked Dimas' arm.

He was slightly taller than Adit. Adit height is 175 cm, while dimas height reaches 178 cm.

Adit came to see our familiarity.

"There is jealousy" said Dimas.

"What do you mean?" ask me.

"Haha gpp, this is the secret of the men", dimas replied suddenly.

No sign of entry bells ringing.

Dimas and I went into class. So cool to tell the same story Dimas I did not see the Maharani had entered the class. He was the one I was waiting for that morning.

Indonesian language lessons are ongoing. Caught some students.

"Indonesian is important, different from mathematics and others, in the Indonesian exam the answer in the multiple choice must be similar, different from mathematics which is exact science. So actually the Indonesian language is more complicated than mathematics, not infrequently students will be fooled by their answers so that their Indonesian language value falls. So many students underestimate this lesson, so from now on focus and learn more. All lessons are important, do not underestimate "Obviously Madam tilapia before starting her lesson.

The sentence of Bu Nila feels like a fairy tale so that some students are sleepy to make it.

I almost laughed seeing Dimas who almost fell off his bench for holding back the drowsiness.

Madam continues her lessons. I focused on watching her.

Suddenly someone threw paper at me.

I look around. Who the hell is this fad. I saw Dimas almost asleep on his bench. And no one showed any movement after throwing.

I picked up the paper and read it.

"Don't be a badass hero, take care of your business or you'll bear the consequences"

Anonymised.

I folded the letter neatly and then I went into my uniform pocket.

After completing the lesson Miss Indila, I also advanced to the front of the class.

"Friends of friends, who threw this paper at me" I said, pointing out the letter.

No one confessed.

Maisaroh also went to the front of the class to see the contents of the letter.

"Who is this,!!?" peekot Maisaroh's.

All quiet. No one dared to go to Maisaroh.

"If no one claims we searched their writing" Dimas said.

Adit just kept quiet, maybe he was still upset because I was close to Dimas this morning. That's Dimas said. Dimas said Adit liked me. But I don't want ge er. What else believe Dimas's words.

Seeing Dimas and Maisaroh helped me find the final perpetrator Adit took part in the search for their book.

When Maisaroh faced the Maharani he saw an awkward look on his face.

Maharani protects all his books.

Make Maisaroh have to rob one of his books.

A classmate of a classmate started to stir because of this incident.

All eyes were on the Maharani.

Maisaroh had little trouble taking the book. But at the end of it he succeeded.

Maisaroh immediately opened and saw the handwriting of the Maharani.

Maisaroh was disappointed that his writing was also not the same writing on the letter. Maisaroh shook his head towards me.

Our search results are nil. I caught a glimpse of the cynical smile of the Maharani.

So who's the culprit?

Adit patted my shoulder.

"Here you go, don't get dizzy, maybe just a prankster" Adit said, calming me down.

I'm a little upset. And began to digest the words in the letter.

Did the perpetrator know of my actions all along? but where does he know?