Don't Call Me Fat
Mai's House.

Curse author for a moment.

Sorry often mistyped, typo and others. This is how it becomes if you are picking while in a hurry. Among his busy real work while thinking and typing story ideas. I am so busy that the author is not married. Keep working until you forget to find a soul mate. Distracting. Doain author fast marriage well, Aamiin

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I'm also really not good at accepting mai's invitation. It looks like he had to. But dimas would not visit his house without me. I went awry, at the end of it I went along too.

After arriving at the house we immediately sat on the sofa in the middle room. Mai's house is simple but spacious.

"Eh there's a Dimas nak and a lily coming, which Adit? usual with Adit" exclaimed Sofia mamah Mai.

"Eh, Adit is still sick Auntie" said Dimas.

"Oh yes Aunt forgot, Mai has told me" said Aunt Sofia.

"Let's eat first just chat" invited Aunt Sofi while guiding us to the dining room.

It looks like Mai has changed clothes.

"I'm sorry it's a bit long" Mai smiled as she sat down at the dinner table.

There are many food menus at this table. Very tempting, what else is the clock home from school is hungry hours.

"Let's eat" Mai asked.

The three of us ate. I don't want to flutter. As usual, I limit my food.

"Sok your diet, rice so small that can be full?" dimas protest saw my little rice.

He added rice to my plate

Of course I protested great.

"Jeez Dimas!!!" my cry is angry.

"Why, eat a proper meal, eat a little so what?" said Dimas.

"As for me dong, this is my body, I set it!!!" answer me.

I don't like Dimas arranging my meals. We rarely get along, the little things have made us quarrel.

"Oh, this is a dining table not a place to argue!" Mai finally reprimanded us.

Ah Dimas starts to suck, but when he thinks it sucks, he always does what he likes without considering the feelings of others.

And sometimes I get tired of fighting with her.

We never rebuked him just because I had ice when I had a cold and a cough, he was angry. And I don't like my life being organized by others. I know it's also for my own good.

I was angry because he was always bothering me. Her ache rarely fought her more.

I stared at the rice on the plate. I can't possibly spend it.

I put a bad face on Mai.

"Gpp eat ajja slowly, then run out too kok, come on" asked Mai when I saw grimacing see my food.

Haven't started to see it yet I'm full first.

Dimas has always been so, my grumbling in heart.

I grabbed a spoon to start eating but I remembered son. My son loves to eat without a spoon. I put that spoon back.

"Why not grab a spoon? not so eat, do not snack dong" rayu Dimas.

"Any thing, I want to eat with the hands of ajja" I exclaimed.

"Have you washed your hands?" ask her

"Then" I answered briefly and began to eat.

"Eh Mai, did you guys have 1 room with Maimunah?" ask me.

"We had 1 room but Maimunah asked for her own room, so she moved the room next door" Mai replied.

"May I see her room?" ask me.

It's a chance to find out the awkwardness of my mind all this time.

Mai nodded. We went next door to see the former room Maimunah.

"It has been a year since the departure of Maimunah, but the room is still complete and neat as if there are residents, it is because mamah does not want to eliminate it, if Maimunah mamah misses always enter this room. What's more now mama is pregnant, so this room is for my sister later" said Mai.

I'm nodding.

"Why are there no photos at all?" ask me.

"That's because Maimunah doesn't like taking pictures" Mai exclaimed.

"Oh so" I said. I still roll my eyeballs staring at the whole room.

Dimas paid off to the bathroom. Mai was also called her Mama. I was alone in that room.

My eyes stared at the ranks of the books that were on the study table.

I opened the book. Maimunah handwriting is unique. I then returned it to its place. Suddenly a book fell making me shocked.

I picked up the book. A magazine. I saw her year, last year's magazine. They even keep this magazine.

I slowly opened the magazine. There's a lot of scribbles in it.

There is a small writing, barely legible because of the handwriting of the Latin maimunah.

"I hate Maisaroh" read me.

Why does Maimunah hate Maisaroh?

Mai was already behind me. It surprised me not to play.

"God Mai, since when did you come!" I'm surprised.

"Haha, you're too serious, see what the hell?" ask Mai.

"Ah, don't just look" I replied as I closed the magazine and put it in its original place.

"The Book of Maimunah a lot of yah" I exclaimed.

"She loves to read" Maisaroh replied.

"Do you guys not have a photo album?" ask me again.

"Who are you, want to see?" bargain her.

"Yes" I replied enthusiastically.

"Well, I take it first in my room" Mai replied.

I waited, Mai came to bring their photo album from childhood to adolescence today.

I've noticed they're rarely photographed together because Maimunah is inferior. Because of her terrible face Maimunah barely had a photo before her plastic surgery.

"Since childhood Maimunah was quiet. Rarely hang out because children are afraid to be close to him, he is considered a monster since childhood. He's always at home. Every trip papa and mama just take me, for example to the invitation of papa relatives or mamah they must invite me, never Maimunah. He huddled alone in this room. I know his feelings. I always comforted her, protected her from children, but Maimunah still hated me. Out of envy, he was extremely envious of the unfair treatment from our parents. That is why mamah is very sad and sorry for failing to take good care of Maimunah" explained Maisaroh.

I noticed the birthmark in Maimunah's little photo. Something brown on his left arm.

I then glanced towards Maisaroh.

When Dimas arrived, he surprised us.

Mai again pinched Dimas's arm because it surprised us.