Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 62.

The next day the match was resumed. But it's another school's turn.

"Loe didn't watch?" mai asked in a chat, because I was at home, serving my suspension.

"Don't be Mai, I want to rest, my body hurts all" I replied in a chat.

"Hmm, yes already, rest gih, we went to watch the rame rame, if you change your mind then ajja yah, see you baby" Maisaroh replied.

I looked at the wall clock at 12:00 p.m. My son is at school too. Bored but I'm really cape.

I set my foot on the ground floor. Aunt Mona was watering flowers next to the house. I stepped closer to her.

"Tante Mona, why don't you ask ajja's maid for all that nyiram" I exclaimed.

"Eh, my mom's daughter is up?" aunt Mona said.

"It's a fun mama's hobby, watered flowers are Masya Allah is very beautiful, tuh see, they are blooming" explained Aunt Mona while continuing to water roses and jasmine.

I also looked at the flowers.

"Beautiful but thorny" I said.

"Well that woman should be a beautiful but thorny rose, beautiful but not easy to touch, what else is the same naughty man, hihi" Aunt Mona smiled sweetly.

Her white face was blushing in the scorching afternoon sun that afternoon.

I immediately took shelter from the scorching sun that was burning the skin, in a shade of orchid flower plants. This flower garden has become more alive since there is Aunt Mona.

He forgot to wear a hat. But he wears a hijab. I saw her from far away.

Adzan Dzuhur. Aunt Mona stopped her action and immediately invited me into the house.

I also according.

I saw Aunt Mona immediately fetch some ablution water.

After ablution Aunt Mona looked at me confused.

"You don't pray son?", he asked.

"Eh, I'm Auntie's hitch" I answered lying.

At first glance I feel like I'm the most sinful person in the world. Imagine that I never prayed. Then I had plastic surgery, changed his creation. I sat staring at the dining table. Will God forgive me?

I returned to my room, my heart feeling sinful but not yet moved to change. Papa never taught me to pray because he himself did not pray.

I lay asleep for a moment again

Moments later Aunt Mona came back to wake me up.

"Honey, get up for lunch" said Aunt Mona softly.

I'mawakened. I can sleep again. Danger, can back this swelling of the body if I sleep continuously.

I followed Aunt Mona to lunch together downstairs.

The clink of my spoon and fork broke the silence between us.

Aunt Mona and son are not used to eating with a spoon so they eat does not make a sound.

I saw the son coming to greet me.

"Assalamualaikum, I go home" he said every time he entered the house.

"Wa'alaikumsalam, quickly change clothes and eat" replied Aunt Mona.

The son kissed Aunt Mona's hand and soon changed clothes.

Not long after that he came down.

"Aren't you watching the game?" I asked confused to see the son come home quickly.

"No, no one is competing" he replied.

"Well, so if I don't fight you don't watch?" ask me.

He nodded while scooping the rice on his plate.

"Sweety you" I said.

"I don't like crowds, unless there's something important like a ceremony" the son replied.

"Oh" I continued eating.

The son also ate his food.

Aunt Mona smiled looking at us familiar.

I finished eating and walked out of the house, too.

My son followed me.

I stepped back towards the back of the house, sitting casually by the pool.

I put my foot in the pool.

Gabut\= confused about what to do/no work.

"Yes, swim yuk" he asked.

"It's still a hot afternoon, ajar afternoon ajja" I replied.

"Yes, it's late afternoon." said again.

We also talked at the pool.

"Son, have you ever been in love?" ask me.

Maybe my question sounds silly but I wonder if a son has ever liked someone.

"Hm, yes it was, humanely, but I can only admire her, because I did not intend to date" replied the son.

"Why?".quired me.

"Don't want to ajja, later if I'm an adult I want to directly marry ajja" he replied.

I'm nodding.

"Why are you in love again?" ask putra.

I hit him lightly.

"What the hell, not really" I answered.

"Hayoo, who do you like?" inquire.

"Nothing, seriously!" reply me. I splashed him with my hands. He replied to her.

Just this simple activity makes me happy.

After getting tired of throwing water at each other, the son sat down again, this time he joined in putting his feet into the pool

"Udah yes, cape" said his surrender.

I'm staring at her.

"Son, don't suck anymorewell" I said.

My son shuffled my hair.

"Gak ahk, bring it, not exciting if it does not bother you" he replied.

By late afternoon, after the prayer ashar son then put on shorts and immediately throw himself into the pool.

No shirt.

I'll be coming soon too.

"Astagfirullah, why is it so sexy!!!" snatch the son at me.

I looked at my swimsuit.

"Well, this is how the swimsuit looks like" I replied as I followed her into the pool.

I thought I hadn't been swimming for a long time. Years old.

"Nothing is sexier?" tease her while laughing.

I hit him straight away.

"It's great to be able to swim again, thank you son" I said.

"Cong thanks, this is your house, your swimming pool" he replied

"Yes hehe, but ever since my body fat I never touch this pool, afraid of drowning hihi" I exclaimed.

"Oh that way, now it's body goals so safe" replied the son.

"When's your next game?" ask putra.

"Em, 3 more days" I replied.

I stared at the son's tall body, his thin body was now quite contained. Thank goodness.

I stared in his direction.

"Hey, what the hell. Look at it" said the son, throwing water at my face.

"I just realized that your body is a bit fat, not like it first, thin, tall" I replied.

"Couldn't you?" ask him not to believe.

I'm nodding.

By the time we got up and took a shower. The son as usual is ready for the mosque.

"His word comes the moon how can you swim?" aunt Mona said.

"Eh, just clean ajja kok hehe" I replied.