Don't Call Me Fat
Go home.

3 Days later I was able to go home, Adit has been awake since yesterday.

Before I go home I say goodbye to Adit and the family who are still there.

"Dit, I say yes, hopefully soon to recover" I exclaimed. Then I shook hands with Adit's mother.

"May? you're not coming home?" ask me.

"Yes, son, you do not go home, as your family will soon run" exclaimed her mother Adit.

"Yes, later in the afternoon I go home, about the new afternoon picked up" Mai exclaimed.

"Don't come with us Mai?" bargain me.

Mai shakes.

"Gpp really, you guys go home first ajja, it's safe I'll be picked up anyway" Mai refused.

Like him he still wanted to linger there for a long time. Yes it is

Me and my son went to the exit.

"Ah her end came out also from the hospital, her freshness" I cried as I spread my hands and I breathed fresh air that morning, as if out of prison.

"Come in" cried the son.

Dimas was even in the car.

The roar of the car began to sound a sign we were already on our way.

Goodbye to the city of memories.

The journey is quite long and takes quite a long time.

By noon.

"I'm hungry" I exclaimed in the middle of the journey.

"Yes, we have stopped first to find a food stall, I also want to be ready to pray Dzuhur" exclaimed the son.

We stopped at a Padang restaurant.

Dimas excitedly got out of the car because he was also very hungry.

Waiting for the order to arrive, we talked.

"Eh dim, at that time you want to tell something right, you said later ajja in a new city story, this is far away, what is it?" ask me.

Dimas glanced at me and the son at once.

"What's wrong, I just want to tell you about my nightmares at the top. Like we had nightmares together, only I don't want to tell you about time there" said Dimas.

"Why?" ask me.

"Well it is said that if there is something strange going on there we can not tell while still on location, if it is already far new" said Dimas.

"So those nightmares are weird, huh?" I'm starting to think.

"Hem not really, just because his dream at the top so it feels another ajja like that" said Dimas.

The son slightly chuckled upon hearing Dimas' story.

"Nightmare do not tell, remember always the same God in any situation, remember the good dream comes from God while the nightmare comes its from the devil, so before going to bed, read the prayer and do not forget ablution first" the son's advice.

Dimas scratched his head which was not itchy.

"Hehe, yes yes Brother-in-law" he exclaimed.

I almost choked on hearing Dimas say.

"What did you say!" I pinched Dimas' arm.

The food has arrived. We also ate our food.

Adhan dzuhur reverberated in the mosque across the street Padang restaurant we stopped by.

"Come to the mosque, Dzuhur prayer first, have you finished eating?" bring son.

"Every sister" exclaimed excited dimas.

My son glanced at me who did not answer.

"Come Lidya Wijaya, when do you want to pray? until your nose is covered in cotton?" ask putra.

"Well, by the way, yeah, I'm coming, but don't you bring me face, is there a face there?" point me towards the mosque.

"There is a mosque that usually provides the Mukenah and the Qur'an" replied the son.

Thank God there is a mother and daughter there so I am not alone, because the mosque is dominated by men.

After the Dzuhur prayer we continued the long journey.

I also fell asleep in the car.

The son still drives.

Seeing me fall asleep, the son talked to Dimas who was sitting in the back.

"Dim, please take care of Lidya at school" said the son.

"Every boss, calm ajja safe" replied Dimas.

"Thank God, I'm relieved there are good people around him, he's been through a lot of bad things, I want him to be happy" he exclaimed.

"Take care of him, don't hurt him, protect him" the son continued.

"Yes already bro, you want to die ajja use say so all, safe bro safe" replied Dimas while chuckling.

The son throws a tissue at Dimas

"Ajja Lo if you say, but we do not know the age anyway, it could be Lo first die hahaha.

"Oh, not yet, O Allah, baim has not married hahaha" Dimas laughed.

"Praying should not play games, any part of speech is prayer, so do not carelessly talk" the advice of the son.

"Yes sir ustadz, be good" exclaimed Dimas.

"I'm a nih nyetir, replace dong" said the son.

"Eh, I haven't driven in a long time, scared" Dimas protested.

"Hem, want to until when afraid, yes later your girl continues to bring a car is not funny" replied the son.

Hearing that phrase Dimas got excited.

"Well, I'll try" said Dimas.

My son parked his car to the side of the road.

Change position with son.

"Bismillah" said the son while patting the nervous shoulder of Dimas.

"Bismillah" cried Dimas while running the car.

"Well, why don't you ever drive again?" ask the son in between the nervousness of Dimas.

"Eh, a, anu, used to be in a car accident, then his trauma" said Dimas who was still focused forward without turning his head in the slightest.

"Oh pantasan, gpp, just make the lesson to drive more hearty again" replied the son relaxed.

The son in the back was sitting leisurely leaning back while his mouth did not stop reciting.

Dimas was stunned to see another figure of a son.

All he knew was his older brother's son Lidya with an annoying and fierce figure. Maybe because I don't know it too well. Think Dimas.

I blinked my eyes, woke up.

"Loh, kok so you're the one with the car? her word is trauma" I exclaimed. I turned to look at the son who was starting to fall asleep.

"Hehe, yes someone made me realize then I want to bring a car again" said Dimas.

I looked out the road. Dumb, probably due to the cold weather, the drizzle began to fall.

"Where are we?" ask me.

"At pelaminan babe hahaha" joked Dimas.

"Didih, still a boy has thought of a guarantee" my sergeant.

"Haha, it's so tense, it's just kidding" Dimas mocked.

"Not that's her joke either" I protested.

"So joke how, should I say, Lidya Wijaya want you to be my wife? because I shot you yesterday so your girlfriend doesn't answer, who knows what a wife would want? hahahaha" the laughter of Dimas made the son wake up, but after that the son went back to sleep.

I pinched Dimas' arm hard until he grimaced in pain.

"Ih, your pinch hurts tau, but it's good, it hurts bad, ngangenin, eakk" Dimas kept on flailing along the way.