Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 48.
We walked down the street to a cafe on the outskirts of town.
Once again when he pricks me, he braids my hair and then pulls.
I immediately lightly hit his hand.
"Boy" protested me.
"Dimas, do you like lilies?" ask Mai.
"Eh, what the hell, uh ogah" he refused.
"Lo's abus really likes to disturb him" said Mai again.
"And he's not the one I'm bothering" Dimas said.
"What the hell Mai, uh" I protested.
Mai smiled knot.
"But dim, I know you very well, as long as we've been friends since 1st grade, you rarely bother women. The usual must also be the man you disturb, em fight I mean. "the lyrics mai towards Dimas. Makes her misbehave.
Adit stared cynically at the direction of the road. Someone goes into the cafe. People I know.
Son. Why'd he come here.
A son is looking for someone. I don't give a shit.
I covered my face with my hands. I hope he's not here. My inner.
I took Dimas' jacket and I covered my head so my son wouldn't see me.
"What's up?", whispered Mai.
Adit and Dimas were confused to see my reaction.
I pointed towards the son.
"He's a bad guy, protect me, don't let him come here" I said.
"Isn't that your brother?" ask Adit. Adit's memory is strong, we met in the parking lot of the bookstore at that time, I Dimas and Adit met the son.
Damn son look towards me. Even though I tried to cover my face.
He began to step his foot toward our table. Getting close.
The son pulled Dimas' jacket that I made to cover my face.
"Why do you hide like that?" ask the confused son.
"Who is hiding, why are you here!" my screeches.
The son smiled strangely.
"I was told to find you with your father" said the son.
I got up and pushed the son away from the table where we were gathered.
It was so far away that they couldn't hear us.
"She's looking for me?! " strangle me.
"Where do I know, I'm just following orders, because soon he'll be my father, too. There is nothing wrong with obeying what he wants" explained the son.
"Sneaky ground, you must have intentionally, look for face to papa!" accuse me.
My son almost slapped me when I said sneaky, but because of the many visitors and the eyes of friends who were watching us from afar, his hands came back down.
"Don't just accuse! go home now, or you want your friend's friend to know your secret!!!" pekik putra's.
I stared at her cynically.
"I'll wait in the car, I won't leave if you don't come with me" she said.
He also left the cafe.
I went back to my desk pouting.
I took my bag, and said goodbye to them.
"Sorry friend, I have to go home, next time I come, have fun" I exclaimed.
Dimas held my arm.
"But you're okay, right?" tanya Dimas.
"Eh, yes dim, safe, bye" said my saying as he lightly slammed Dimas' hand that was still holding me.
I walked towards the cafe exit.
Papa's car was brought by the son to pick me up.
I got into the car with an angry expression.
When I was inside. The son does not drive his car.
He put my seat belt on.
I'm appalled.
"I can do it myself!" ' cried me.
"Bawel" reply.
After wearing the seat belt, the car started moving. Crossing the road to go home.
Along the way I just kept quiet.
I hate sons.
"Where do you know where I am!!!" ask me in a high tone.
"I can find you wherever you are" he said.
"What's? haha, your jokes aren't funny" I exclaimed.
"Seriously, I'll be a good brother to you so don't keep fighting. Try to accept destiny" he asserted.
I was silent, not answering. I won't believe his word.
"You must miss your best friend the Bimo" he exclaimed again.
The road to home is long. It gives the son a chance to ask many questions.
"Are you sure you don't want to know?" putra.
"It's none of your business!" answer me.
Son smile.
"Do you like Bimo?" ask her again.
I just shut up.
"To be silent means yes" exclaimed the son.
"Whispering!!!" my screeches.
Son laughs.
I saw the outside view of the car windshield not paying attention to anything he said.
To melt the atmosphere in the car the son sang a song.
Stevan Pasaribu.
The title is not ready to lose.
At first I ignored him. Over time the son's voice grew more melodious, as if the original singer was in front of me right now.
🎶🎵
Sewindu is
'I did not hear your voice
'I no longer see your smile
Which always adorned my day
Sewindu is
You're not by my side
You disappeared from my sight
Don't know where you are now
I wasn't ready to lose you
Not able to get away from you
Which is always in my heart
Sewindu is
You're not by my side
You disappeared from my sight
Don't know where you are now
I wasn't ready to lose you
Not able to get away from you
Which is always in my heart
God, please help me
'Forget about him
All the stories about him made me
Always remember the love that I lived
Oh, it turns out.. 🎵🎶.
I was also drifting in the melodious voice of the son while singing.
Not looking at me in the slightest, he was busy singing.
He was silent for a moment.
"Hows it? good voice" praise yourself.
I just shut up.
"It's not suitable that I auditioned for Indonesian idol" he asked.
"Either" I answered briefly.
"That's so hard you're Lidya Wijaya. Look, one day you will need me so much, so dear to me as the best brother of your life" he exclaimed with confidence.
I looked at him with a disgusted expression.
I don't think we've reached my house. The security guard opened the gate, we got into the trunk of the car.
Son got out of the car, I was forced to go with him.
Papa is seen sitting in the living room.
"Where have you been!!!, if the son doesn't look for you when are you coming home???" peekik.
"Continue?" ask me to relax.
"Ladyy!!!" peekik papa again.
"You want what?" ask me.
The son was surprised to see our conversation.
Is this the conversation a daughter has with her father? inner putra.
Papa was about to slap me again but since there was a son he just stomped the table.
"Not enough to destroy me?!" my screeches.
Papa looked at me surprised.
"Never forget what you've done to me, I may forgive you, but not to forget" I cried.
Son wondered what I meant by that word.
Papa was confused to answer what.