Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 53.

When he got home, it was crowded. Papa's home, too.

Looks papa is sitting casually chatting with Oma.

Aunt Mona has gone nowhere.

"I really don't agree that you married that poor girl, not to the same level as us, what her contribution was to helping your career" Oma said.

My son and I overheard her.

The son looked very angry to hear her, he was about to approach Oma. But I'm holding him back.

It looks like Aunt Mona is bringing tea to them like a maid.

"Eh you're home, get changed and have lunch" said Aunt Mona.

I stared at Oma. Immediately I pulled my son's hand towards the top floor of our room.

Above the son punched the wall.

"It's just the beginning, I've been through it a lot, Oma doesn't want me, she doesn't even consider me her granddaughter" I said.

The son looks very upset.

"Here you go, let's change clothes and have lunch" I said as I pushed her into her room.

After that I went to my room. I changed my shirt. It's not lunch anymore, because it's 2 o'clock past.

I lyrics down, Oma is no longer there. Then I went to the son's room.

I opened the door to her room, I saw her bare-chested. I only wear boxers.

He hurriedly covered his body

"Jeez, sorry dad!!!" I screamed and ran away from the room.

Finished wearing the clothes of the son came out following me.

"What's wrong?" ask her.

"Let's eat" I bargained. The son according.

I took him down to the dinner table where I used to eat.

Large table without occupants. I used to eat here alone.

Well at least now I have a dining buddy.

Bi Minah and another maid brought us some food.

The son was surprised to see the food on the table, a lot of side dishes.

"The feeling we're just two really much food, Mubazir loh if not exhausted" the son warned me.

"Have eaten. Let it get fat hehe" I said.

We also eat. When finished the son was about to drip the plate.

"Eh, why bother" I said.

Bi Minah came and immediately cleaned our table.

"I'm used to being independent. I'm just surprised if everything is served" said the innocent son.

Seeing my aunt overwhelmed I shouted to Lastri.

"Lastri, help Ms. Minah" I shouted.

Youngest maid pastri in this house. His age is still 20. A new maid a month in my house.

Lastri immediately came and helped Ms. Minah.

In the living room papa and Aunt Mona were having a great conversation. Oma is invisible there.

"Eh Lidya, son, here we chat", take papa.

I comply.

We also sat among them.

"Lidya, from now on call the name yes, not Aunt Mona again" said Aunt Mona.

"Eh, yes Auntie, uh mama" I replied.

"You also call papa, don't om anymore" said papa to the son.

Aunt Mona is beautiful, her skin is pure white typical of Borneo. Aunt Mona always hijab if outside the house. But I've also seen her open her hijab, when I went to their house first.

The more I rebel the more difficult my life, then I resigned and accept the reality of the presence of my new family.

The next day Om and opa returned to Jakarta. I breathe a sigh of relief.

Papa is back to work too. I was really awkward with his mom's son.

"How are you doing, bimo,?" ask my son who is busy reading in his room.

"It is customary to enter the room without knocking on the door first" the protested son.

"Hehe sorry, never had a brother about him, please understand" I said.

My son holds my forehead.

"Stay answered ajja difficult ya" said I.

"I was busy, asked myself how he was" the son continued reading.

I sighed in annoyance.

He's a bitch. I throw a pillow at the son. He doesn't mind me at all.

I read the lyrics of what books my son is reading.

Horror novel, KKN village dancer by simple man.

I read that novel, I cried.

"Where's the book from?", I asked.

"Pinjem, in the library" he answered.

"Oh" I said briefly as I stepped away from the son's room.

My son looked at my back which was getting further away. He's hiding something.

I went out of the house that afternoon, wearing my usual jogging suit.

I'm circling the street of Bimo's house. But he's invisible. Has he not come home yet? it was late in the afternoon, my son was home.

Because I didn't meet him in the park while running lightly.

I saw Bimo sitting with a woman, is that Siska again? ask me in my heart.

I came a little closer to see who that woman was.

Well, right, Siska again.

I pretend I didn't see them.

I saw Siska wiping Bimo's sweat, too,

Why is it so friendly?, that's what we always do when we're friends first.

What is this feeling, it's so tight in here, in my chest.

Suddenly someone patted me on the shoulder while turning my body towards him.

"Son" I said.

My voice suddenly shook.

"Where are you going, let's go home" the son tried to keep me away from the sight.

I threw out the son's hand.

"Why are you here? you're hiding something from me?!" my screeches.

Bimo took a quick look at us.

"Son!!!" call her.

My son pulled my hand away from the place. But Bimo is after us.

And I don't understand why the son took me.

"Why did you leave after I called you?" ask Bimo.

The son just kept quiet, what else am I.

Siska came from behind.

The atmosphere is getting awkward.

What's really going on.

No one wants to start talking.

"Son? you know Lily?" ask Bimo.

"Yes, she's my sister" replied the son.

It turned out that the son also kept our parents' marriage a secret to a schoolmate's friend.

"Oh I just found out you're brothers" Bimo said.

"Continue. Why the hell we chase them, not very important" whispered siska to Bimo.

Siska was still holding Bimo's arm.

I remember obviously treating siska to us first, he also often said Bimo gulun. But after Bimo changes, not wearing his glasses anymore, Siska starts to like Bimo. Well as of now I see his nempel to Bimo everywhere as if afraid of loss.

Siska then pulled Bimo away from them.

My son pulled my hand home.

I throw again the hand of the son.

"I don't know why you pulled my hand, I don't know why you got here?" I scream at the son.

My son looked at me with pity.

"Sorry, the truth...