Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 71.

By late afternoon we were home.

I finally met my room.

"Ahh comfortable, miss nyaa" said me as I lay down on my soft mattress.

Papa came into my room and arrived.

"Home home? papa heard you became a volleyball athlete in school" exclaimed papa.

"Not athletes, just playing volleyball for school" I replied.

"When is the school holiday?" ask papa to arrive.

"Ep. It's still a long time, later after the class re-raise" I replied.

"Oh, just let me know when the holidays" he exclaimed.

"Why is that?"ask me.

"Papa wants to take us all on vacation to mama's hometown" replied papa.

"What do you mean Aunt Mona's hometown?" ask me.

"Yes, who else is it?" answer papa.

"Who knows my dead mother" I exclaimed.

Papa was silent for a moment, he didn't even remember his late mother at all.

"I'm sorry, but by the way why do you still call her Aunt Mona?" papa protest.

"Any ajja think if you call Mama Mona???" answer me innocently.

Papa laughs.

"Yes not also called the name behind her dong, call Mama only" explained papa.

"The point is to tell ajja later when his long holiday so that papa can arrange our departure" exclaimed papa eager.

"It's still a long time, another month of exams" I replied.

"Ok, good" he said.

"What did you do to Aunt Mona yesterday?" ask me. I've disappeared into the bad habit of talking like an ordinary friend to my own papa. Since childhood it has been like this. So attached to my flesh blood all the vices of papa too.

Papa was a little surprised to hear my question.

"Little children don't need to know about adult problems" replied papa.

"I think you've changed the honorable Mr. Rudi Wijaya" I said.

Papa smiled strangely.

He then lifted my chin.

"All need Lidya Wijaya process, no human being is absolutely 100% able to change drastically" replied papa.

The son accidentally saw our behavior because the door of my room was not wide open.

"Daughter, here" I exclaimed.

My son hesitated to enter my room.

"Son you know, our beloved papa wants to take a vacation, to your hometown, must be exciting, right?" ask my son.

The son hesitated to answer.

"Em, why go there? I don't want to meet my real father" replied the honest son.

"Just calm down, your mom and I talked about it. Don't be afraid I have a lot of bodyguards, it must be safe, besides your mother also misses her word home, wants to meet her brother" replied papa.

We will stay in the hotel.

The son is silent. Like not wanting to go back there, his hometown.

After that, my dad went back down.

"Calm down, I'm also curious about your hometown, it's gonna be okay. Maybe your dad's changed?" I calm the son.

A son like him has his own trauma with his father's treatment first.

Well we're the same, same as ever experienced domestic violence, but I'm not traumatized, I've forgotten the incident. Forgiveness is the best way.

"Well, I'll show you the city of Tarakan North Kalimantan, my birthplace, although not as wide here but there also includes developed cities, not the countryside" obviously the son was getting excited.

I smiled with relief as the son started to get excited.

"Promise me to walk around?" I said while showing my little finger.

"Yes promise" replied the son while welcoming the promise of my little finger.

The night is getting late. The son returned to his room to rest.

The next day I went to school as usual.

"Are you okay after what happened at your school? after your secret is exposed" asked the worried son.

"Yes, good luck" I said.

Upon arriving at school I was immediately greeted by Maisaroh.

Lots of whispers at school. Some support me, some insult me. Pros and cons.

A little classmate approached me.

"Sister I'm a big fan of the same kk, this is from me, hopefully useful well", his exclamation arrived. Another friend of his also approached me to support me and give me a gift.

"Thank you" I said. They smiled and gave me encouragement. I'm moved.

Maisaroh patted my shoulder.

We are the same in class.

The class is the same as yesterday.

Sharp gaze of friend especially dance.

I'm trying to be sick. I looked around looking for Dimas.

"Where, did he grow late?" ask me.

"Well is he serving his sentence of cleaning the toilet every morning?" answer Maisaroh.

Oh my god I forgot.

I ran to the toilet, I saw Dimas and Roni cleaning the toilet. They were following each other for signs of dislike.

"I'm sorry yah" I exclaimed as I helped.

"No Li, you're not going to the game? later you're late, remember it's final" prevent Dimas when I'll help.

"It's okay Dimas" I replied.

I kept forcing Dimas to hand over other cleaning tools.

The toilet stinks. Thankfully there are wipol cleaners and there are also room fragrances.

I'm a westapel glass rag. Dimas and Roni focus on cleaning that smelly toilet.

Wulan arrived.

"But Li. You are like ajja state officials, it is very difficult to find, come on, we must immediately go to the sports hall in the city center" said Wulan.

"Well, where is it, not the light High School?", I asked.

"Yes, it's final. All sports fields that enter the final compete there, so that all ordinary citizens can watch not only students" exclaimed Wulan.

"I just found out", I replied.

"Yes, as a sign the game is over. The prize division is there too. There will be a lot of people there. Sorry to know now, you have to invite your parents to watch if they can" explained Wulan.

"It's okay, my parents will not be able to come" I replied.

I said Dimas, who was busy cleaning toilets.

"Go now, finish this I'll catch up to watch your game, I already know where it is" Dimas said without me telling him.

"Thank you Dimas, tomorrow I promise to help you, I go well" I said to Dimas.

Dimas smiled and waved his hand.

I also went with Wulan to the car, our coach.