Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 68.

I could only be silent as they scolded me.

Arriving at the location. I'm retreating.

"I'm ashamed, you know my shame in the past, it's all true" I said.

The three of them did not look disappointed in me.

"Last let it pass, later they also cape themselves" replied Dimas.

Adit has been quiet ever since.

Once at the location I immediately sat on the bench. The first round is over. Our team lost in the first round.

Seeing me come they greeted me.

Especially Wulan.

"Thank God you came, we lost in the first round, it will be heavy in the next round" exclaimed Wulan limp.

"I'm sorry I can't count on" said Widya, the backup who replaced me during the first half.

"Gpp, Thanks Widya, just the first half anyway, you have to enter li, we need you" said Wulan.

"But I'm not wearing our volleyball uniform" I exclaimed.

"No problem with uniforms, the most important thing is that we are complete" Wulan replied.

"Friends of friends, plastic monsters participate in the match, still have her face, shy, outgoing ajja, embarrassing school, embarrassing club' volleyball"!!! pekik dance from the stands audience using toa.

Sontak invited a question from another school that heard him.

I'm really embarrassed. I was dying to leave but Wulan held me back.

Bimo looks surprised when my disgrace is exposed. From the audience seat he immediately stood looking for me in the field.

I'm down. Wulan raised my face.

"Everything will be fine, don't listen to them" Wulan said.

Maisaroh soon approached dance. Grabbing toa from the dance hand and throwing her toa to the floor. It caught the attention of everyone in the stands.

"Are you crazy, we're in another school!!!" pekik Mai's.

"What's really!!! it was true that she was a fraud, deceiving the public with her fake beauty!!!" the dance strangulation while smiling won.

The coach was surprised to hear the dance.

Then he asked me.

"I'm sorry I let you guys down" I said, bowed in shame.

"It's okay, it's not a criminal thing, it's your right, it's your privacy, nobody is at a disadvantage, focus on the game" said the coach. A friend from the club hugged me. I'm moved. My crying started to break.

"You want a fake or not physical him, at least he's useful and in need of school, while you??? what was your achievement at school??? any???" snapped Maisaroh echoed to the rest of the stands.

Dance was silent for a moment feeling embarrassed.

My son came to me immediately. After listening to that. He did not expect the disgrace to be exposed.

He calmed me down before the game started. My son gave me a drink.

Dimas Adit and Maisaroh took to the bench to join the boys.

The second round of matches will begin soon.

Everyone gathered in the field.

At first I was embarrassed because I had a different uniform and had just experienced something bad.

But everyone supported me from my coach, club members, and my friends.

I pout my hair as usual and enter the field. The coach pushed me a little bit to get on the field.

The beginning of entering the field was already someone who cheered me. People who do not know why they like to make a scene.

During the match, my mind was unfocused, I failed many times to return the smash from the opponent. Not as usual. Wulan and friends until overwhelmed.

I looked towards him for a moment.

"Focus!!!" scream it again.

I was like just waking up from a long daydream, I wrote the scoreboard 11-17 we lost 6 points. The audience cheered us more and more. The embarrassing incident at school messed up my mind.

I asked for a moment to rest. I went to the bench to drink water.

My son slapped me.

"What are you doing!!!" I said angry.

"I have to say that, what are you doing!!! look your friend friend has tried hard, and expect a lot from you, not just because your disgrace is exposed you are weak like this, let's get up, this is not your usual!!!" firmly putra.

"Just a disgrace you said!!!" my screeches.

My two hands held my shoulders from the front.

"Listen I'm good Lidya Wijaya, forget for a moment your problem if on the field, so be a professional player. You can get mad at me, you can hit me after the game is over, come back, bring the victory for Pelita High School, your school" exclaimed the son.

I was silent for a moment, I had been holding back crying. Her taste is tight on the chest. Just imagine holding tightness in the chest during a match.

I also went back to the field.

I started not to care about the rantings and cheers dropping from the audience stands even from the schoolgirls of my own school.

I started to focus on continuing the match. Wulan breathed a sigh of relief as I returned excitedly. What's more now our score is a draw.

The second half match was finished with a small difference in points. At least the second half won.

Score 25-22.

I grabbed a towel to wipe my sweat. Regular gym clothes make me very sultry. Because I used to wear his volleyball shorts, it made me very sultry to wear regular sports uniforms with long pants.

My sweat soaked the Dimas sports uniform I was wearing. Although his clothes are oversized thank God his pants fit Pasan. Am I getting fat again?

I glanced at Dimas, his body just being. Is he not in a ruffian to wear this sport uniform of his.

Dimas came to me.

"Li, spirit!!!" exciting Dimas.

I smile.

"Thank you for the sports clothes" I said.

"cama cama" answered her spoiled.

The break time is over, the round of 3 match will start again. SMA N 11 is not an ordinary opponent, they are quite strong, we are overwhelmed in his make.

Though I really want to compete to defeat SMA Light but SMA Light first fell against SMA Negeri 9.

If we win this we will enter the final and compete against SMA Negeri 9.

Unusual her SMA light loses.

But indeed High School 9 is very strong.

I got the pessimist to beat him.

The game was exciting and exciting because our points were close. 12-111-L.

The boisterous crowd cheered furiously as our scores were always close together from the start.

"Whether they can get into the final, it's been fighting so far, even if not winning is okay" said Dimas.

Maisaroh hits Dimas' arm.

"ih, dong spirit, do not be so pessimistic" Mai replied.

The score is still a draw at 20-20.

My friend and I are getting tired.

But we encourage each other.