Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 51.

The next day I went back home.

Because I have to get off school.

I wear my uniform, I comb my hair neatly

my length. Like I had to cut my hair.

Reflect on her so many times.

Monday, what an unpleasant day.

Because it has to be a flag ceremony.

I wear a school hat. Maisaroh stood beside me. The ceremony was solemn.

No one fainted as usual.

After Mai, Adit and Dimas stormed me.

"Where are you, don't go to school, and can't be contacted" Mai said.

"I'm sorry, I had a sudden business yesterday" I replied.

"Why don't you tell us?" ask Adit.

"Personal business, sorry" I replied.

Adit grunted annoyedly.

Dimas pinned my head.

"It's really busy!!!" said Dimas.

"I'm really busy, sick, habitual" I protested while holding my head.

"Oh kebelet, I go to the toilet firstwell" I said.

I ran a little towards the school toilet.

After that I reflected.

The maharani was also seen coming out of the toilet.

"Makasi yah" he said.

"meaning? thanks for what?" ask me.

"For all, thanks to you the case of the maimunah was revealed and finished well, this school is safer now" said Rani.

"Eh, it's not thanks to me anyway, it's also because of you and other friends" I replied.

I reflect again. Tidying up my hair ties.

"Go back and do it like before. You can find a part-time job to meet the needs of your school and your sister. Not in an instant way to sell something that is not supposed to. So be a better and honest human being" my advice.

"The competition in the class was tight, even though they never showed it, outside the school they took additional lessons and others" said Rani.

It wouldn't matter. Then I took Maharani back to class.

I looked at Fika, the girl who was ranked 2nd in the class. The girl who bought her Maharani rank.

Fika looked at me dislike when I entered the class together with Maharani.

Maisaroh then welcomed me.

There are some friends who do not like to see my closeness with maisaroh, because indeed all this time Maisaroh is an arrogant smart boy who is not easy to approach.

But with me this new kid can easily get along with her.

"Look at that, the handyman looking for face in front of the saroh, sick of me seeing it" whispered a dance to another child.

Some people agree.

Actually they are envious because all this time can not get close to the prima donna of the school.

The maharani who heard that immediately rebuked them.

"Don't be prejudiced, he's not like that" said Maharani arrived.

Some of the disciples were surprised, a quiet as the maharani even defended the lily now.

"It's none of your business, Rani, go" said the dance.

They noticed me talking to Maisaroh.

Dimas came in with Adit and chatted too. There was a lot they talked about as long as I didn't go to school. Their stories are funny so I laugh.

"Look, I will look for your weakness, until when can you keep laughing like that" said dance while staring at me cynically.

After school I saw the son was putting his goods in Bantu by the maid.

The room is right next to mine.

He still wears his school uniform.

A miss? No. gabe. The one thing I miss is my best friend Bimo.

I went into my room, put down my bag. Opening my socks.

Then came out to see the son and some maids who were busy pacing back and forth.

I'm a glimpse of the son's room that's still a mess.

I ventured to see the contents of his room.

That stuff, it looks old, why didn't he throw it away?

After moving, I went into the son's room.

"Eh, it's still messy and dusty, don't go in" stop it.

But I kept going in out of curiosity.

My eyeballs were spinning looking at the contents of his room.

This luxurious room looks shabby because of the goods of the son.

"Why not leave this stuff in your old house, you can buy new" I said.

"It's okay, but there are things I can't leave behind, it means something to me" she replied.

"Hmm, that's."

I looked at that stuff. All worn out, the clothes of the son too. Except for her school uniform.

I saw a son's shirt that wasn't fit to wear. In the cardboard.

"This is your shirt?"cry hysterical.

"Lebay, why?" Ask her.

I really don't have the heart to see it.

"What the hell is it" her protest.

Even the washcloth in this house is better than all his clothes in the cardboard.

Immediately grateful to be able to live a luxurious life all this time, I saw a photo of the son he put on the study table, his photo in his hometown.

"Where is this?" Ask me.

"Please, my hometown", he answered.

The son must buy new clothes and all new furniture for his room. I can't bear to see this sight. I felt like I was in a dimension of time where I was not resting in my house but in a refugee camp.

"Pick which ones are very important, the rest I'll put in the warehouse" I ordered.

"meaning? All this matters" he replied.

"Choose now or I'll put all this stuff into the warehouse" I threatened.

"What do you mean, what do I wear if you get rid of everything, you want me to stay in the barn?" Ask her.

"It's also not that the concept is bambang, the problem of clothes and others we buy new, everything here we buy new," I cry.

Without a reply I ordered some maids to get rid of the goods to the warehouse.

The son just resigned. All that remains is the school uniform, and her school supplies, as well as photos in her hometown. The rest had disappeared from view.

I looked at all the rooms that needed to be bought new. The closet is still good. Yes but only 1, the bed and study table are also new in the purchase papa is special for the son's room.

"Where is that enough?" Ask me.

"more than enough, it's big" she replied.

"Don't buy 1, again" I said.

We who still wear uniforms change clothes and then slide down. Towards the car park.

Thank goodness my son could bring a car.

"Why can you take the car?" Ask me.

"My father was an angkot driver, and he taught me how to drive a car, so I can drive" he replied.

"Ohh" I replied and then directed the son to the furniture store. After that to the biggest dress shop in town.

I told her to pick out lots of new clothes.

"Why should I buy new clothes?" Ask her.

"Pick it, don't ask too many questions" I said.

Karen son confused I also choose for her, t-shirts, boxers, even underwear I choose for her up to a dozen dozen many her.

"You want to shop or sell anyway, that's mostly" protested the son.