Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 71.

Arriving at the location of me and my friends went straight to an athlete's room.

There are a lot of people there. From various fields of sports, volleyball, basketball, futsal, badminton and others.

Today all school representatives who enter the final compete in accordance with the field of sport still each.

Like a folk party, many snacks are provided.

I'm entering the gym, there's a lot of people there. Larger stands, a more crowded atmosphere.

The son waved his hand from a distance.

I saw Bimo come with my old classmate, but he wasn't with Siska.

Maisaroh and Adit were already sitting sweetly on the bleachers. I didn't see Dimas.

I circulated my gaze, looking for Dimas.

Has he not finished cleaning the toilet?

Ah I just remember the toilets at school are not just one, many, not to mention the teacher-only toilets. It can take all day.

Adit waved from the stands.

I returned His hand.

Arriving from behind my son has elbowed my coconut.

"Oh, sick, son! really great rese!" my screeches.

"Look at my hair getting messy!" my snapping. My lips are so sweet because of the snoring.

"Wave your hands to who?", she asked.

"You know ajja" I replied while tidying up my hair.

"Espirit yah" exclaimed the son.

I saw the son at a glance, there was blood coming out of his nose.

"Son, why are you, you are sick, your nose is bleeding" I asked in panic.

"Ah, oh this, hot in the usual. It will also disappear on its own" replied the son while wiping the blood with his hands.

"I went to the toilet first" he said.

I looked worriedly at the son. I'd love to follow her to the toilet but the game will soon start.

I looked back at the spectator bench, Dimas has not yet arrived.

We are on the match field. Complete with our school-specific volleyball uniforms.

The match also began. At first I was not focused. Remembering Dimas and the son who didn't exist. Why do I feel deprived if there are no them?.

I try to stay focused and concentrated like my son said, I have to forget whatever happens off the pitch.

I need to be professional.

The son is back and as always the piety is sitting on the bench.

I breathe a sigh of relief.

Score is tight. 7-8. We got 1 point.

The atmosphere was very tense considering this was the final. SMA n 9, the defending champion every year with SMA Light.

But the light SMA yesterday fell against the SMA n 9. So the SMA of light is ranked 3rd now.

We don't know if we can win 1 or not. Our opponents are not ordinary people. Considering our school was never a champion never even entered the top 3.

Being in this position is a miracle in my opinion.

First half we lost. Score 20-25.

We encourage each other.

After a short break the second half began again.

I welcome the service from the opponent. Directing to Wulan. The match was exciting. The audience was so enthusiastic.

We had a hard time keeping up with the strength of our incredible opposing team. We are still behind, 07-11.

We played just to defend, to score was very difficult.

The body of the next team was also tall and contained. They were all tanned, almost tomboyish. While our team is like a model, really feminine.

I'm running out of energy. The score is still 10-18.

Should I give up here?

I looked at Wulan who was also exhausted.

Continue the match until the end. We are not already fighting.

We lost again in the round of 2 score 19-25.

I'm no longer helpless. Accept defeat with a chest.

There is no round 3. Because we lost 2 rounds. So the absolute SMA n 9 wins the champion 1. We are champions 2.

Finishing the match we shook hands with our opponents.

No disappointed expression from the board, our coach. He encouraged us when the game was over.

"It's okay, you've fought so far, I'm proud of you and very grateful, this is a miracle for our school" exclaimed the board.

We embrace each other.

Arrived at his gift-sharing for us.

SMA n 9 stands on top as the winner of the 1st champion. We SMA Pelita stand on his right side Sebangau champion 2. While the SMA light is on the left, the position of champion 3.

A happy smile adorned all of our faces. We were given a medal and a bouquet of flowers.

While taking pictures we lift the 2nd champion trophy for our school High School Pelita.

There was the principal and coach beside us smiling proudly. First in the history of SMA Pelita won in an event like this. Other sports in our school have lost at the beginning of the game. Like football and basketball.

After disperse new Dimas comes with a nasal snorted breath.

In her hand was a bouquet of flowers and a congratulatory card for me.

"You're late?" my word.

"I'm sorry I was there", Dimas arrived in pain right in front of me.

"Dimas, what happened!!!" I shouted hysterically.

I saw the flower slip from his bloody hand.

Dimas screeched in pain. Holding his arm.

Hearing me shout son and friend comrade Immediately approached us.

Dimas immediately in the bopong into the son's car was taken to the hospital. I forgot that flower bouquet from Dimas that fell on the floor. I went there too.

Adit who came late to us picked up the bouquet of flowers. He read the writing on a greeting card.

Adit squeezes the paper and throws away with his flowers.

Adit then followed us to the hospital with Maisaroh who just knew the incident because of the toilet earlier.

With panic Maisaroh caught up with us.

After being given painkillers Dimas a little calm.

We are still waiting for him outside anxiously.

Dimas' mother soon came to see his circumstances.

And that's where I just knew Dimas was a broken home child, he just lived with his father who had just divorced his mother.

Once I can visit, I will come in. I saw Dimas lying on a hospital bed. He looked at me when I came in.

"Sorry I was late to watch your game, congratulations" he told me.

"Jeez Dimas, you still got a chance to congratulate me? think about your situation, you don't even know if we lose" I replied.

"You're still the champion, for me" said dimas. Friends of friends started to back out as if giving us space to chat.