Don't Call Me Fat
Surprise.

Arriving at Dimas' house.

"Young master, his friend has come" exclaimed the middle-aged woman.

Dimas ran outside to greet me.

"Welcome to my house my girl" she exclaimed happily.

I crossed both arms.

"You're still sick but why run?" exclaim me.

"Oh, that hurts my arm, not my leg" he exclaimed.

"Bi, prepare a meal well" he exclaimed as he let me sit down.

I saw Dimas' house. I just went to his house this time. It turns out that Dimas is the son of a rich man, his house is like a palace like mine. The car's a lot but why did he say he couldn't take it? I'm getting curious.

"Did you lie when you said you couldn't drive a car? I see a lot of cars in your house" I asked.

"Not really, I used to be able to, but I had a car accident so I was totally indisposed to driving a car. Still traumatized", she replied.

It turns out there's a lot I don't know about Dimas.

"Oh, do you live with anyone here?" ask me.

"Just like papah, mom and sister, there's Bu yem etc" she replied.

"And I've told you before, but this house feels lonely from the residents, all busy each." explained Dimas again.

"You have a sister?" I cried not to believe.

"Yes, big brother, he's in college right now, but out of town" she replied.

" ohh so "I'm starting to see Dimas' house again.

"Master the food is ready" exclaimed bi yem.

"Ok Bi, let's go to the dining room" said Dimas.

I followed him too.

At the dinner table there is plenty of food. Reminds me of when I was so fat.

"You want me to go back fat?" exclaim me.

Dimas laughing.

"Haha yes, curious, want to see you when fat first how" Dimas laughs.

I hit his arm.

"Ih nyebelin" I said.

"Is my arm still hurting?" her protests.

"Oh yeah forgot, sorry dad" I replied.

I also accompanied this spoiled child to eat.

"You said sick but ****** your meal doesn't show if you're sick" I exclaimed in between meals.

"It's healed because there's you who accompany me to eat" he replied.

You're a mongrel.

"You know you're healthy so I don't have to be far here" I protested.

"Don't so dong, later we house tour my house well, we continue to hang out on the balcony above. It's really good to know the view to take pictures, the tree is kayaking in the cafe cafe so deh" said Dimas.

"As much as you do" I reply.

Dimas smiled happily.

After eating, Dimas and I went around the palace.

I saw a family photo taken from her place. His position is now on the floor.

A husband and his two children

"Why are you out of your place?" ask me.

"The father didn't like to see her, the woman had hurt him at the age of 26" Dimas replied.

That woman was Dimas's mother, who I saw in the hospital at the time.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't ask weird questions" I said.

"Gpp really, it's me who wants to tell the same story you, yuk to the upper balcony" he asked.

We got to the top balcony of his house. Right, what a beautiful view from up here.

I still enjoy the view.

"Lidya" call Dimas.

I turned my head and Dimas took a picture of the two of us. My expression was strange because I was not ready.

"Ihhh ugly, delete!!!" screeched

Dimas ran and saved the photo.

"So if you're beautiful, you want to take a picture with me?" tease her.

"You mean what the hell Dimas is" I exclaimed.

"Lidya, look at me" said Dimas.

I looked again.

Dimas gave me a bouquet of flowers and gifts

"Suprice! happy birthday Lidya Wijaya" exclaimed Dimas, clapping his hands like giving a code.

Then appeared our closest friend, there was also a son following. I was really surprised. I forgot my birthday.

Mai brought the cake towards me.

I cried my whole life, just this time someone remembered my birthday.

I cut the cake and the first person I'm handling is a son.

"Thank you" said the son with a sweet smile.

I returned her smile. Yes, he is a son, someone who is very close and valuable to me.

I have felt love since she was in my life.

I saw Adit and Maisaroh smiling at me.

I'm so happy today, God, please don't let time pass.

Maisaroh and Adit brought me a gift.

Only the son who did not.

"I'm sorry well, I don't wonder what" exclaimed the son.

"You are wrong son, your presence in my life is the best and most beautiful gift that God has given me, I am so grateful" I replied.

Dimas had ordered a meal and cake to celebrate my birthday. It deserves the decoration as in the cafe, it has been planned. I also just realized there was a big billboard on the corner that read Happy Birthday Lidya Wijaya. Since when did Dimas prepare all this. Means the son already knows, it's worth it that he teased me with Dimas.

We also partied, took pictures of Ria.

The night is getting late. After having fun, we went home to each other.

Watching me bring flowers and papa gifts greet me.

"Well, where do you bring so many gifts?" ask papa.

"From the house" I replied.

The son immediately stepped up to the top floor without greeting papa. What's with the son and the papa?

I don't even know when my birthday is.

After putting my gift in my room I ran to my son's room.

I entered suddenly, he was very surprised because he was opening his formal pants.

"Astagfirullah, Lidya, habit deh" he chuckled.

"Gpp is, boxer is also not naked haha" I replied.

"It can't be" her protest.

"Yes yes, then if you change clothes it's the door in the key dong" said I

"You can knock on the door first, you can't knock on the door, you have to learn to knock on the door?" ask her.

"I'm throwing a pillow at her.

"What are you here for?" ask her while wearing a shirt.

"I want it" I asked.

"Ask what, it's almost midnight, can't be tomorrow?" ask her back.

I'm lyric wall clock in the son's room. At 23.01.

"Don't want ah, wait for tomorrow later, will be curious" my protest.