Don't Call Me Fat
Chapter 75.

"There is certainly" answered the steady son.

"Don't tell me you want to marry her, haha don't be silly son, we're still in school" I protested.

"Yes not it. I also know my position" replied the son.

"What's wrong with your hair?" ask putra.

"I changed ajja's hairstyle. Tired of long hair.

"Oh so. How's your school, safe?" ask putra.

I just kept smiling.

My son held both my shoulders.

"You're not okay right now, you can't lie to me" said the son.

I end up crying, I'm very crybaby if in front of the son.

"What's going on?" ask her.

I'm the end of her telling me all about it.

"So that's why your hair is like this?" pekik son angry.

"It's the son, gpp kok" cried me.

"Gpp how, that's criminal, so recalcitrant that kid!" pekik putra's.

"Shuut, don't be loud, I don't want them to know" I said.

I don't want you to know even though I'm sure he won't care if he knows.

"You have to defend yourself, let it not be disturbed. later I teach" said the son.

"What can you do?" ask me.

"Haha you doubt me. You forgot I was a delinquent at school. I was expelled from my school in my hometown, so I moved here, it just so happened that my mother also wanted to leave the city" explained the son.

"Ohh, what did you do until you quit school?" ask me.

"I was fighting, but the teacher was defending him, when he was wrong, I went black and beat my teachers" he explained.

"What?!" I'm surprised.

Our dinner is over.

"What did you learn first?" tawar putra's.

"Sholat" I replied steadily.

We also went to my room.

"It's ajja, right?" ask her.

"Yes have dong" I replied.

"Yes wear it first" tell her

"Eh, learn ablution first, I don't know the order" I'm honest with the son.

He patiently taught me.

After learning ablution I also learned the prayer movement.

"Both feet are tight together when prostrating. Make sure 7 limbs touch the floor when prostrating. Jidat, both palms, both knees and to the two soles of the feet" he explained.

I nodded and repeated again.

"Are you not fluent?" ask putra.

I nodded in embarrassment but because of my strong desire the son so eager to teach me.

After that I learned to teach starting from iqra 1. Started to understand Arabic writing. I am totally illiterate in the Quran.

After a few lessons the son stopped his learning.

"Enough for today, learning njai should be daily" explained the son.

My lyric clock is at 10:00 p.m.

"You should also learn martial arts, tomorrow I teach, martial arts is not to be arrogant, not to be strong-witted and to disturb the weak but an attempt to prevent people from disturbing us, If we are not wrong we are allowed to defend ourselves" explained the son.

I nodded at the advice of the son. Everything he said calmed me down.

Son, it's really lucky that later the woman gets you.

"Are we daydreaming?" men's reprimand.

"Eh, I'm sorry, maybe because I'm tired and sleepy" I said.

"You must be able to take care of yourself, you cannot expect much from others" said the son.

"Ready teacher" I replied while saluting.

The son smiled and rubbed my hair gently.

The son turned out to be very different from my expectations first.

"Son, when I was in old school I've seen you paint, am I good at painting too?" ask me.

"Yes, but since the painting of living things is not allowed our religion I immediately stopped, but if only installation may still be possible" he replied.

"Oh, what a pity, when I just wanted to be painted by you" I exclaimed.

"Don't, I will instead paint your old face and body hahaha", son's laughter.

I threw her a pillow.

"Will God forgive me, I have changed his creation" I asked listlessly.

"God is forgiving, merciful, and merciful, if He truly repents, God will be forgiven, even though 1000 people say you cannot be forgiven, I am sure God will forgive his servant. The important thing is to repent and not be repeated. Never break up there in asking for his ridho. God loves a man who will repent" Dika explained

I shed tears when I heard the son's explanation. How great is the grace and love of God but we humans continue to worship on his earth. Astagfirullah.

The next day Dinda called me to meet.

After school I met her at a cafe that was open from noon.

"What's Dinda? sorry I haven't had time to find you a contract" I exclaimed.

"It's okay, I just came here to say goodbye to you" said Dinda surprised me.

"What's!? where are you going?" ask me.

"Back home Mbah, his mom's dad, he's old and there's no one to look after, what else my dad is in prison right now" he replied.

"Geez Dinda, when did you find out about your Mbah" I asked.

"Yesterday Budhe called, told me to stay there because budhe had to go back out of town back to his family, budhe also I have told you about my pregnancy, he does not mind, he did not mind, he also promised to send money every month to me and Mbah, budhe also apologized because when my mother died budhe could not attend because it was far outside the city. Budhe is the father's brother" explained Dinda.

"Oh so, then why didn't you tell the son?" ask me.

"I'm afraid to part with her, as you know, I love my son, I love him, he's the one man that doesn't hurt me, he's very kind, he's very kind, unlike his appearance, he always defended me in class, sorry for this wrong love, even though my despicable disgrace or son still treats me very well" replied Dinda.

True sons are good if they are close to him.

"So you don't want to see her for the last time?" bargain me.

"Don't lid, I don't want to, I'm afraid to change my mind after seeing it" he said.

"Slowly, I'm already behind you" the son appeared behind Dinda.

I called her.

"Son???" exclaim Dinda.