Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 56.

That afternoon I came home exhausted. The security guard opened the gate when he saw me coming.

I parked my car and rushed into the house.

"Ah tired her," I complained.

The son in front of the door was like a confused person.

"Hey, what are you looking for?" ask me.

"Find you, why just came home, tumben slow" he replied

"I practice volleyball" I said briefly.

"Oh that, since when you are a sports hobby" asked the son again.

"Since the fire country attacked, ah his interview, really cape me" said me while walking straight up my room.

After the shower I lay down and fell asleep.

The next day I woke up early, I saw that my son was well-groomed.

"Where are you? is this Sunday?", I asked.

"Where, like to wear this shirt" he said innocently.

"But this is at home, son. I wear a shirt like that" I said with a laugh.

"Can't you?" ask her while taking me down.

I'm still messy, messy hair, and haven't even had a shower protest.

"I haven't had a bath yet son....!" my screeches.

"Yes, I took a shower there" he said.

I also went back to my room.

Laughter of sin is not well, it's funny to see the appearance of the son at home, his hair neatly combed to the side like going to a famous party.

After taking a bath, my son took me breakfast, his mother cooked.

I saw papa sitting there.

The four of us had breakfast.

Papa devours his food happily because it's Aunt Mona's cooking.

"eum, very nice dear" said papa.

Aunt Mona smiled.

"Thank you" he replied.

What a disgusting sight.

"Baper Lo yes, what is your facial expression?" whisik.

I laughed cynically.

"Lunatic you" I replied.

Finished breakfast I went out of the house breathing the bright morning air.

It's 7:30. When I was a fat man, I was born and almost 12 noon just woke up.

Since I changed, my habits have changed.

"Today I'm going to Bimo's house, group work. You wanna come?" tawar putra's.

I thought for a moment.

"Is there Siska?", asked me.

"It's not like it's because of different groups" replied the son.

"Hem.." I haven't been able to answer the son said again.

"This is a good opportunity for you, be honest with him, tell me who you really are, I'm sure he will accept your change" said the son.

"I'm scared" I replied.

"Don't be afraid, I'm with you, but the decision is in your hands" he said.

I finally nodded.

"What time did he go?" ask me.

"After Dzuhur, 1 o'clock" replied the son.

"Well", I answered.

I have to be honest even if it's too late, I have to get my best friend back.

By noon the son to the mosque as usual for Dzuhur prayers.

While I'm ready to go with the son to Bimo's house.

I'm honestly nervous.

After my son was ready.

My lyrics are at 12:40.

I'll get my bag and my phone.

I slide the glass door to my balcony.

I calmed down for a moment before meeting Bimo again as Lidya instead of Lily.

I opened it too.

"Are you ready?" ask her.

I also nodded.

We are the same down. After leaving for my mom and dad, we left.

Son to the garage takes his car.

I'm waiting in front of the house.

I bite my nails because I'm nervous.

The son came by his car.

Slowly I went up.

The car drove slowly, the security guard opened the gate of my house.

We passed the road around the house that had many shady trees. One of my favorite street spots.

Bimo's house is not far away.

We also arrived. There were already a few friends of their group there.

"Already, just calm down, don't worry" said the son calmed me down.

I know them. Because of my former classmates.

1 Group there are 5, and in the group of sons all are men.

There's Baim and a friend. A classmate who likes to bully me first.

With a shunt step I followed the son from behind.

"Wey bro, look at the son bring who, the girl is really beautiful, silent bucin is also the child yes" their crisp laughter.

"That's his little brother's son" Bimo replied as he saw us approaching.

"Well, steady dong, can nih" Baim lyrics to his friend's friend.

I've arrived there. The son went straight to the others.

Nomun Bimo's favorite cat approached me. I also stroked his head. Ku gendong noun's.

"Ah miss her, noun" said I hold haru.

Bimo looked at me in wonder.

"Why do you know my cat's name?" ask her.

I just smiled, not answering.

They also began to do their group work. The son and the genius Bimo became a complete package in this group.

I just play with nouns.

He was biting my hand.

Bimo looked at me who was playing with a nomun.

He wondered why a nomun could instantly be spoiled with me. While the same friends Bimo other nomun friends do not want to play. Even Siska nomun did not want to avoid.

"Son, I'm out for a minute, yeah" I said, asking for the car keys.

"Ok" answered her briefly while continuing her group work.

I put the nomun near Bimo.

And smiled sweetly towards Bimo.

Bimo returned my smile. There was a strange sigh in his heart.

I drove my car to a minimarket to buy snacks and soft drinks.

I also bought snacks outside and bought pizza.

After I felt enough, I went back to Bimo's house.

Seeing me bring a lot of food makes Bimo remember me, the fat strong eat.

Seeing that I was having trouble, Bimo approached me to help me bring all the food.

They were also excited to see a lot of food, making them more excited for his group work.

My son gave me a thumb.

We also ate rame. Baim and the others kept teasing me.

"Where's the school? have a girlfriend yet?" ask Baim.

The son immediately grabbed Baim's head.

"She went to high school in Pelita High School, if you want to be close to her face me first" said the son.

"Uhh takuut" taunted Baim.

By late afternoon the son returned to pray Ashar in the mosque.

Bimo kept staring strangely at me.

At first glance, the author is not up for the next few days, because of the busy work of the author in the real world who is overtime like a horse. Please patience.

Insha Allah will continue to finish Lebaran. Thanks to loyal readers. May we all be healthy always. Aamiins. Happy fasting, take advantage of the last vestiges of Ramadan. And happy Eid al-Fitr, sorry to be born and inward.