Don't Call Me Fat
Chapters 70.

I called papa, not to come home tonight to accompany a friend who was hit by a disaster.

"Since when do you care about your friends?" ask papa.

"When did you ask me that question and care about my activities outside the house?" ask me back.

We are equally silent. I ended the call after he gave me permission.

The son of the head bobble saw me who rarely get along with papa.

But he smiled because he saw my permission first, not as usual, I was always as good as going out of the house, not going home.

All my life I've never been like this, all my usual aunts and maids at home. Am I washing dishes now??? oh no my pretty nails. I can't stand seeing Dinda's house anymore. So filthy.

The son laughed looking at me clean with an amused expression.

I want her to hire a maid a day to clean up all this.

After getting tired. My son and I sat in the living room. We are 3 exhausted.

"Thank you very much well, if there are no you I no longer know what to do" said Dinda.

"Just don't say that, not because of us but because of God's help for you, not without God sending us to help you, definitely to make you change for the better, be grateful" firmly putra.

Dinda wept, she wept for her sins. He has much to do but God still loves him by sending good people to accompany him.

Thank goodness tomorrow is Sunday so we don't have to rush home to school.

I'm wearing Dinda's nightgown. I've called the maid and the driver at home to bring us clothes and underwear. Actually can buy but I'm not used to using new items that have not been washed first. Unhygienic.

1 Hour later the driver came to bring me everything I asked for.

"A lot of non goods like to move" cried Mr. Dadang.

"I'm really moving, want a camper dong, haha camper camper, the point is I didn't go home for a few days, ok" I replied.

"Well non, just call if there's more in need.

"Ok" I replied.

The night is getting late. My son approached me to take his clothes. Complete with underwear. Mr. Dadang can indeed be relied upon.

It's 00:05 in the morning. I haven't been able to fall asleep yet. It's not unusual to sleep in a place like this. My son's lyrics on the front couch are asleep, Dinda is the same, he's asleep next to me.

I grimaced because I was uncomfortable.

I miss my room.

I approached the son.

"Son.." call me while shaking his body.

"Hmm" she replied.

"I can't sleep" I said.

"Continue?" muttered.

"My company is staying up" I asked.

"Ep. I'm so sleepy" he muttered again.

I'm pouting. I wake up and play with my phone. Suddenly I heard there was like the sound of cooking in the kitchen of Dinda's house.

I remember only the 3 of us in this house. Instantly I shiver.

I took refuge behind Dinda's slumbering body.

The sound is getting louder, the sound of clinking glass plates in the stacking. My mind is getting parno. I ventured to look towards the kitchen.

Something must be wrong.

Relax Lidya, this is not a horror film so positive thinking only. Maybe it's the sound of a neighbor cooking, or the sound of a cat?

I tried to close my eyes.

But it can't. I want to pee but I'm scared. How dong.

I can't bear to wake her up like she's so tired.

I woke up my son again. He seems a little upset because I always bother him.

"Hmm" replied the son, at the end he got up and accompanied me to the kitchen.

He followed me from behind.

The sound was still there, the sound of someone cooking and washing dishes. I'm goosebumps again.

"Son, did you hear that voice?" ask me when we get to the kitchen.

The son did not answer. Maybe he's so sleepy? thought me.

I ventured into the kitchen.

Sure enough, I saw the figure of a long-haired mother mother cooking there. Hearing my arrival he turned to me with a smile.

Spooky, I swear, my knees are limp.

I lost my intention to go to the toilet for a while.

"Son.." I cried, meaning to tell you what I saw.

Instead I was more surprised to see the son had turned into a creepy figure, my glance lyrics to the front living room, the son was still sleeping there. So who's all these people. Go ahead meet the figure of mother. Back off meeting the terrifying fake son figure. I screamed loudly as the mother's figure approached me.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa" I'm hysterical.

"Lidya, wake. Lillyaaa!!!! screeched someone.

I opened my eyes.

"You why? nightmare?" ask son and Dinda almost simultaneously.

I get up, from where I sleep?

Since when did I fall asleep?

My lyrics are at dawn, 4.45 minutes. Adhan dawn reverberate. I feel so relieved.

"Yes, I had a nightmare. Astagfirullah" I cried.

"Then pray before going to bed. Remember, good dreams come from God, if bad comes from Satan" the son advises.

"Yes yes mr. ustadz" I exclaimed.

The son immediately rushed to the mosque.

I breathe a sigh of relief at this moment. Still ringing that horrible figure in the kitchen, I got scared at the moment.

Dinda went back to sleep.

I ventured into the toilet and took the water. I honestly don't know the order of ablution until now. Just self-taught from school, I never practiced at home.

I wet the face of my hands and feet. Then I went out looking for a face in Dinda's room.

I also have not yet memorized the true prayer reading.

Never mind praying 5 times, id prayers are crowded I rarely come.

Islam is indeed KTP.

I have to learn with my son.

By morning 7, Linda was awake.

We were hungry and ate my catering order last night.

After that we took a shower and cleaned up2.

Don't forget we're on pilgrimage to the grave of Dinda's mother again.

"You're gpp alone? we're going home this afternoon" I exclaimed.

"How else, inevitably I have to be independent" replied Dinda.

"I will immediately find a new contract for you, which is closer to the school, so you don't have to be far away from school" I exclaimed excitedly.

"No need, thank you, maybe I'll drop out of school. You guys forgot I was pregnant?" his words are lethargic.

I glanced at the son, and we were at a loss as to what to say.