Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 54.

"What is it?" ask me impatiently.

"Bimo has already made up with Siska" her late son revealed.

As in the lightning strike I heard it, the world felt dark at once. My knees are limp.

I held my tight chest.

After all this happened I just realized that all this time I liked Bimo.

I held back my sense in front of the son trying hard.

It's not Bimo's fault, I'm the one who died.

I'm really sorry.

"Oh" I replied.

My son suddenly hugged me.

"Don't hold it. Cry if it's necessary, it's natural" said the son.

My son stroked my shoulder as if he knew how I was feeling right now.

My tears were unstoppable again the end came out as well.

I'm ashenkat.

I don't know how long I cried in my son's arms.

After a bit of rest, my son told me to get in the car.

We're heading somewhere, not home.

"Where are we? why not go home?" ask me.

"Come" replied the son.

We went to the beach. It is worth the trip so far.

"Come down" his orders.

I also follow.

I walked towards the beach, sitting for a moment on a fallen tree trunk.

Visitors are so quiet.

My son sits beside me.

"Since I knew you liked Bimo" said the son.

I scrunched my forehead, confused.

"Can't you?" ask her.

"filing ajja" she replied.

I sighed heavily.

"Why don't you be honest with Bimo about who you really are" the son said.

"I'm afraid, Bimo would be disappointed in me if I knew I had plastic surgery" I said.

"Maybe the beginning he will be disappointed but over time he will definitely understand. Than regret like this. How long are you gonna lie to Bimo?" firmly putra.

I'm speechless. From the beginning I was wrong, and Bimo will forgive me.

"Slowly, he already belongs to someone else. Free also I admit that I'm Lidya, not necessarily Bimo accept me again so his best friend as before. I miss being her best friend" I regret.

The son looked at the vast ocean before us.

The breeze blew lightly.

Dusk in a minute. The sky begins to reddish signalling soon to magrib.

"Too go home now, magrib time will pass in the streets, I to the mosque around here first well. Magrib prayer we just got home" said the son.

I did not expect the son to be a religious figure. Given his appearance like a delinquent child if at school.

The son quickly searched for the mosque. I'm waiting for her by the beach. Seeing the sky getting darker. The blue sky turned dark blue. The orange glow of dusk began to disappear.

A few minutes later, after the magrib prayer the son came again.

"Let's go home" she asked.

I also said, stepping straight into the car.

"Bismillah" said the son when he started running his car.

It is true that we cannot judge people by their appearance alone.

I was amazed to see the son. I smiled thinly.

"What's your own smile?" ask putra.

I stopped my smile immediately.

"What's wrong" I answered briefly.

The car drove, across the big road, we were almost in town.

After her at home I was clean and changed into a cute floral bedroom dress.

My mom and dad were waiting for us for dinner.

Actually I have not 💯% received Aunt Mona. But we'll see.

Clinks of forks and spoons clashing at the dinner table. I saw the son eating with his hands as usual, he was not used to use any spoon of food except fruiting.

The atmosphere of the dining table is silent. There are 4 people eating here.

I also opened a conversation.

Papa glared at my bar questions.

"Ladyy!!!" peekik.

"What?" reply me.

My son glanced at me, unable to believe my question.

Aunt Mona just smiled looking at me.

But he refused to answer.

Papa kicked my leg under the table.

I lost my appetite and went up to my room.

I was wondering why Aunt Mona divorced her husband. Is it because her husband is poor? then he left and sought wealth by finding a new husband who was rich like papa.

I was too afraid to trust anyone.

But the son did not show treason at all, he never even asked papa or me for anything.

I thought about Bimo dating Siska. It's fair that they look where they are together.

My son knocked on my door.

"Get in" I shouted.

My son came into my room.

"Why are you asking that to my mom" asked the son.

"Why? you don't like it? I don't care, I'm just curious" I replied.

I shifted the transparent glass door and stepped towards the balcony of my room.

My son followed me.

"I understand your life is not easy, forgive if our presence adds a heavy burden on your life" he said.

"Don't suuzon, my mother and father divorced because my mother could no longer face my father who didn't provide for us properly. He was busy foya foya with friends while we were suffering at home, dad was also rude and liked to play hands. He often hit me just because of trivial things" explained the son.

I was silent hearing it. Papa is also the same put, papa is also light hand hit his son. I hope Papa gets better. But the advantages of papa are never lacking in providing even more than enough. That's what I'm grateful for until now. Can live luxury since childhood. Even though there is a lack of love. My inner.

Suddenly the son sang looking up at the sky that night from the balcony.

This time it's Budi Doremi.

Painting twilight.

I got it

The journey you are now going through

I wish

Although heavy, you don't feel alone

You've been fighting

Conquering your days is not easy

Let me accompany you

Wash your tired

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying, laughing

Let me paint the night

Bring you the stars

'By your wounded partner

Until you're happy

I'm right here

If you are tired, try again, do not stop

I wish

Although heavy, you don't feel alone

You've been fighting

Conquer your unbeautiful days

Let me accompany you

Wash your tired

Let me paint twilight

Carve your name there

Heard you tell a story

Crying, laughing

Let me paint the night

Bring you star, star,

Accompany your wounded until you are happy.