Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 69.

The match is getting tougher. I'm almost out of energy.

But thanks to the support of friends. I End can score the last point for our victory.

We cheered, and the school friend cheered except for dance, too embarrassed to admit my victory.

Wulan hugged me.

"Sorry friend, I say goodbye to the toilet first, keblet pee since earlier" said I lied when I was no longer able to hold the crying that from morning I wanted to spill.

I ran to the toilet.

Just got in front of the toilet my tears spilled. I sobbed Isaac in front of the westapel.

I don't know how long I've been crying there. Someone came out of the toilet, gave me a tissue.

I grabbed the tissue and kept crying.

The dinda?

"Cry, if it's a relief to you" she exclaimed.

"Thank you Lidya for your kindness, sorry I didn't recognize you yesterday, you're beautiful now, well again, may God repay all your kindness" Dinda exclaimed.

I just nodded. My eyes are starting to swell.

"My mom is in surgery right now, but I went to school to see you fight" she said.

"What?!" my screeches.

Suddenly the sound of Dinda's phone rang.

"Brother Dinda, come to the hospital immediately, your mother is critical" exclaimed someone behind the phone.

Dinda's knees instantly limp. He walked like he was boneless. He was holding on to the toilet wall.

"What's up???" ask me.

"My mother, my mother, I have to go to the hospital right now" that's all that comes out of Dinda's mouth.

I embrace Dinda and help her walk normally.

I call the son.

The 3 of us immediately went to the hospital where Dinda's mother was treated.

Once there, the doctor apologized to us.

"We tried our best, but God said otherwise, forgive us, your mother is not helped" a doctor told us.

Dinda fell, her crying broke, I tried to calm her down. I hugged him tightly.

Dinda ran inside.

"Mom, mom, wake up Mom, this is Dinda coming, same good friend of Dinda's, mother who asked dinda to watch her game right, Dinda already watched Mom, friend Dinda won, Dinda's friend, Dinda won, ma'am.... don't leave Dinda, ibuuuuuu.

I cried seeing Dinda.

"Dinda, who is patient well, your mother is already on her way home to her owner. Ikhlaskan, the truth is we all belong to God. Sad is natural but do not lament, kasian your mother" advised the son.

My son and I helped take care of Dinda's mother's body to her house, and we'll help her with her funeral.

Dinda and I boarded the hearse while the son drove himself in the back.

Dinda shakes.

"Have it but it's like it doesn't" she replied.

"What do you mean?" ask me confused.

"In this city there is only me and my mother, as long as my mother is sick there is not a single brother who visited, Bude and pakde all cute, and I have a lot of kids, I hope to hear the news of my mother's death they want to come, sorry well troublesome" said Dinda.

"Oh, it's okay, where is your dad?" ask me.

Dinda kept quiet, as if she didn't want to tell her about her father.

"My father's in jail" replied Dinda.

"I'm sorry, because of what?" ask me.

"My father was a corrupt state official, he was arrested by the KPK a year ago. I used to live happy, happy, rich, my house is big, since my father was arrested and all our facilities were confiscated, I live only with my mother.

All the family was very nice to us. Since falling poor and sick mother, the family seemed to eliminate, no one noticed us, I was still in school, did not know how to make money quickly, he said, plus my mother is sick, inevitably I accept the offer om om who want to pay me expensive.

Until I got stuck on Mr. Rio in the school library, he promised to pay me dearly but he didn't pay him after my assignment was done, so we had a fight back then because she didn't want to take responsibility, it all got messed up when I found out I was pregnant, she didn't admit this was her child, she said, though clearly he is the last person after a long time I do not serve om om out there" explained Dinda.

Weight is also the life ordeal of this Dinda.

"How can you do such an illegal job?" ask me.

"I have a friend who offers, he has experience" replied Dinda.

"Where is he now?" ask me.

"Either, I have not been in contact with him for a long time, he is young, our age, he dropped out of school and works, pursue illegal work is just a distraction for him" replied Dinda.

It didn't feel like we were at our destination. At Dinda's rental house and her mother's.

His neighbor Dinda served instead of his pray instead of scorn, I was not out of thought.

"The corrupt wife is dead, should her husband be the one who died at the execution" whispered a mother of a neighbor's mother Dinda.

"Hust don't tell me that Bun, Kasian loh, is already her corrupt husband, her son's a whore. Complete already" whispered the other mother.

They whispered but loudly as if intentionally to Dinda and I heard her.

Linda could only cry. I can't take it anymore, they're becoming more and more.

"Mon maap nih buk ibuk. We do not know the age, it could be tomorrow we are dead, emang mother wants when Dead will disgrace her in the story of the kayak that. This is the atmosphere of grief Mom, do not add to the burden of grief for those left behind, should we calm her instead of dropping, instead of dropping, although it is true they are wrong, it is better for the mother to advise her well, not in such a way. What else is it considering Dinda is still in school. Still unstable and there are still many mistakes that he intentionally or not. He needs support not insults" I said at length.

Fardu Kifayah's team at RT was starting to do its job. Including quickly, that afternoon also after the prayer ashar the body of his mother Dinda buried considering there was no family waiting.

Dinda tried to call her family in the village but no one responded. Some respond only with prayer chat. No one's coming.

Although many neighbors are evil but there are still good, come pray, join the funeral prayer to join the funeral.

By night.

The son came to the mosque to pray Isya.

Me and a son like her would stay there, I could not bear to leave Dinda alone. We're in that house like Dinda's family. I ordered ketering food and cake who knew someone would come again to pray.

"Well, you'll move out of here. Contracts elsewhere" I told Dinda.