Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 52.

Actually his son is ashamed because I know his poverty. But what can be done, they're family now.

I don't care, I buy all, until the parfume, fragrance the room and others.

After being satisfied to go around. We also put the goods in the trunk of the car.

My son glanced at me feeling bad.

"That's it, accept it, that's your fortune" I said as I looked at the son's expression.

"Your money could be that much?" Putra.

Sons syock because I spend 15 million in a day for buying all the needs of the son. To fill his room.

"Hehe did you forget that papa was the sultan?" My word.

Son's savings during this time were not even as much as this total expenditure.

Like a surprise money. The son was slightly moved but he hid his haru tears.

Our car drove home.

"Come eat first yuk" I said.

"Where?" ask her.

"At a restaurant near here" I replied.

"No restaurant, we go to the restaurant just plain well" he refused.

"Well, I'm obeying it", the end I'm following.

We finished eating and went home. With the help of the security guard, the driver and some servants who worked in my house we took out the goods. Car furniture stores also come to bring new cabinets and bookshelves.

I'm just their foreman until all the stuff has arrived at the son's room. I started decorating the son's room. He just followed what I said.

Clear night all is neat.

New bed linen, new pillow.

"Well this is new steady" I exclaimed praising my own work.

I'm lying on his padded bed in the son's room.

"Thank you very much" he exclaimed.

The son took a broom to clean up the remaining dust as the last step.

"Hey, what the hell. Just get the maid" protested me as the son began sweeping.

"I'm not usually spoiled, gpp really. This is my room, I must clean it" she replied.

I'm so ashamed as a woman I never even held a broom. All available. All the helpers are done. My job is just sleeping. My body was fat at the time.

Finish sweeping the son trying to lay in his padded mattress spring bed.

"God, it's so good" he praised.

"Unclean it" I cried.

"Tomorrow papa and Oma returned to this house after 3 days in the hotel. Prepare your mentality well, don't be weak" my advice.

"What is your bad papa?" ask her.

"Not papa but Oma" I replied.

"Oh your grandmother?" exclaiming her.

"Yes" I replied.

At least there was a friend of mine to complain about fate when Oma began to be rude.

"Last time I went back to my room well, if there's anything what ajja phone is, every room there's a home phone. You can also connect to the kitchen in the living room. The tree is connected to all this big house. The function is yes let not be back to give info because it is quite far away. Later we will house tour deh, if Oma has returned to Jakarta" I said.

I also went back to my room. I had a glimpse of how happy his son was with his new room. I smiled as I walked into my room.

When I came into my room, I saw my phone ring, there was a chat coming in.

"Once again thank you yes :)" the son chatted to me.

"Same, sleep gih. Tomorrow school" I'll reply.

I also went to the bathroom in my room, as usual before bedtime ritual. Toothbrush wash face, use skincare and handbody.

After that, I turned off the lights and fell asleep.

The next day at dawn, my son woke me up.

"Hey wakes up, morning prayers" he exclaimed.

"What's? praying?" ask me.

"Yes, you don't pray? muslims right?" reply son.

"You go first" I answered and continued to sleep.

The son shook his head while out of the house using a motorbike because the distance of the mosque is quite far if walking.

At 6 am I wake up ready for school.

I took a shower and prepared.

The son was ready to go in uniform.

"But in the morning, it was 6:35. Breakfast first" I exclaimed as I watched the son begin to descend.

"Breakfast? I'm not used to breakfast" she replied briefly.

"You get used to it from now on let the focus on learning" said I.

My son said he had breakfast with me.

It is only fitting that the son is thinly tall. Breakfast is lazy.

"You want to get off school together?", bargained her.

"Em, we're different schools, far away" I said.

" Gpp, I took you to my school" he replied.

"Em, it's up to you" the end I'm following as well.

After breakfast I followed my son, he brought the car that papa gave him.

After school, I got out of the car. From far away I waved my hand at him.

Someone patted my shoulder.

"Ciehh in anterin. What about bad guys?" Maisaroh.

I just smiled lightly.

Then Dimas came and immediately embraced me.

"Hay, beautiful beauty again talk in me huh?" dimas ge er.

"Iiuuhh, not yauu" said Maisaroh.

Adit is coming. Our tumbens came together.

We also went to class. All eyes are on us. Feel like an impromptu artist part 2.

After class, we sat down at each of us.

Today another art culture lesson.

The teacher told us to group together to do the job.

1 Group of 3 people.

My group is with Maisaroh and Maharani.

While Adit and Dimas group with the others.

His last assignment is in the group next week.

So there's still plenty of time. His job is to make miniature houses/buildings using ice cream wood sticks.

The bell rang home, I headed to the school gate waiting for my son to come and pick me up.

"Cieh picked up the handsome brother" cried Maisaroh.

"What the hell" I reply.

The son is handsome, his skin is white, his body is tall but rather thin.

"Know our same donk" exclaimed Dimas who suddenly appeared.

Adit showed up with his bike.

"Tumben didn't bring a car?" ask Adit.

"Some have missed the rumor. Lili was picked up as her favorite" replied Maisaroh.

Adit just shut up. With an expression of not liking to hear her. He didn't see who I was with this morning.

"Becanda Bambang, that's his very expression, hhahaaa" Maisaroh laughed.

Not long after the son came, they all stared at the son who stopped his car right in front of them.

"Oh same sister" said Adit breathing a sigh of relief.

I introduced my son to them.

Then I decided to go home first.

After I was far away, Maisaroh went straight to Adit.

"You like it well in the shoot, immediately hunted in the take of others new money" explained Mai.

Adit just shut up.

"Tuh, gentle donk, if at all, be careful I tikung" said dimas. while laughing at Adit.