Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 57.

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Bimo and I looked at each other for a moment. I wanted to scream and hug Bimo as usual. Will he accept my change?

By magrib.

Their final group task was completed as well.

Putra invites Bimo to pray in the mosque, Bimo who used to pray at home was his end too.

Some friends have gone home.

I can only wait for Merke to come home to Bimo.

I looked at the spoiled nomun on my lap.

My tears came out on their own for no apparent reason. I wiped my tears and started cleaning the living room.

There was a sound of a car in front.

Like they're home.

The son and Bimo entered.

I'm nervous to death. My son patted me on the shoulder, strengthening me.

"Now his moment, his spirit, there is me", he whispered.

Bimo looked confused by my expression.

"Eh Bim, I want to say something" I said.

I tried to catch my breath, to calm myself down.

"Ajja Li, what's wrong?" ask her.

My lyrics Son came out slowly to the porch leaving us.

"Em, me, me.", I can't say. My tongue is twisted.

"Yes, what's wrong with you?" ask Bimo patiently.

"You promise you won't get angry?" exclaim me.

"Why should I be angry?" answer her.

I'm down.

"Truely me, me, Lidya the fat your best friend" I said slowly.

I'm waiting for a reaction from Bimo.

He doesn't look surprised.

He looked at me inside. Makes me even more unpleasant.

"I know" I answered lightly.

"A, what!!!" I'm surprised.

Why am I the one surprised?

"I've waited too long for you to be honest with me, but you keep lying to me and yourself. I'm really disappointed in you, you even avoided me, changed your cell phone number, you left without word and trace. Even though it's too late, thank you" explained Bimo.

My tears came down, I felt so guilty.

"I'm sorry Bim, I, I'm afraid, I'm afraid you're disappointed with my change" I said as I pleased.

"I'm more disappointed that you lied to me, is this what you call a friend? you can hide something big like that from me, Lidya who used to not. You're not Lidya." cried Bimo disappointed.

I cry deeper. The son outside let us talk.

"I'm sorry." I said as I continued to cry, not stopping.

My eyes are getting swollen from crying too much.

I ran out.

The son was surprised to see me suddenly hugging him.

My son stroked my head without saying anything. My son led me back inside to see Bimo.

"I don't even know her family background, are we really friends?" ask Bimo to the son.

I can no longer say words.

"Many things you don't know. Lidya has experienced many things, ranging from kdrt, not recognized by her own family.her papa also does not recognize her as a child, that's the reason why she hid her family identity. Because her papa told her to keep her secret, Lidya's biological mother had long died after giving birth to her nys. I know Lidya was wrong with you, but I'm sorry, she was too scared to call you. I'm his half-brother. Our parents just got married" explained the son.

I'm still hiding behind the son's body.

Bimo was surprised to hear the son's explanation.

"I've forgiven him for a long time, I'm just disappointed. Because if we were best friends there would be nothing we could hide" Bimo said

The momentary silent atmosphere. All dissolved in each other's daydreams.

"How can you date Siska? who used to bully you with Lidya?" ask putra.

"Siska is not a good person but at least she does not lie to me, everyone can change, hate becomes love, love becomes hate, Good becomes evil, evil becomes good. " Bimo.

My heart sliced iris hearing her.

"Well, that's all I want to say. Whether or not it's your business, sorry to interrupt your time, son let's go home" I said.

The son said, he went to Bimo and we left as soon as possible.

In the car on the way I was still crying. I really lost Bimo this time. My heart hurts so much. I held my chest and patted it to strengthen. My son gave me the space and time to express the turmoil of my heart at this time.

"We're going straight home?" ask her.

I just nodded.

The journey is not far. We have reached that magnificent house again.

I ran straight to the room.

Back to dissolve in turmoil.

Papa and Aunt Mona were surprised to see me coming home in tears.

They asked the son. The son told them.

Aunt Mona ventured into my room.

On top of springbad I shed my tears again.

"Eh, Lidya sorry if mama is presumptuous" said Aunt Mona who was already beside me.

"Get out!!!" my screeches.

I don't want to bother anyone.

Aunt Mona patiently accompanied me until it calmed down a little.

"Honey, life is not always happy, there must be a time where we are sad, angry, disappointed, hurt, all of them will be missed by the time really. So do not be late in his mess", advice Aunty Mona.

I glanced at him from under the blanket.

He opened my blanket. Then tell me to wake up. He led me out of the balcony.

"Look, the moon and the star, it's beautiful. Everything's gonna be okay. Your life may be ruined , gala and others, but the world will still be beautiful to accompany you, in any mood" explained Aunt Mona.

"Emang Aunt ever heartbroken?" ask me. I don't know why I'm more comfortable calling her Aunt.

Aunt Mona smiled.

"Not broken again, but destroyed" he said.

Aunt Mona then showed me a scar on her arm, a very deep scar.

He then told about the case of domestic violence that he experienced with his son.

"You're a teenager, kid, the adult's life is many times harder, so you have to be a strong person, no human being is perfect. Do good even if not answered well by others" advice Aunt Mona.