Don't Call Me Fat
Overlooked.

When I arrived at the restaurant, I ordered my favorite food.

The son looks confused because it is unusual and does not like to eat in restaurants.

"Why not order?" ask me.

"Hem I don't know what, I'm confused about what message" replied the resigned son. I am not used to eating in restaurants.

"Hem, I choose ajja well" I said while looking at the menu.

"Yes just any ajja, or kasi is the same as your order" cried the son.

I also nodded.

I see the son as being wrong.

"What the hell, so nervous" I said.

My son looks at me.

"What's wrong" she replied without looking at me.

"Well, don't look at the face, it's not polite to know!" my protest.

The son looked the other way.

A few minutes later, the food arrived and was available on the table.

"Let's eat" exclaimed papa.

Mama smiled nodding, then ate her food.

After the restaurant, Dad took us around the city.

Car stops fit at red light. A little boy was busking. I took the money out of my bag. Papa never gave the pengamen2 but he never forbade me to give it to them.

Our green light the car drove again.

"Are we going home or is there something you want to visit?" ask papa.

Suddenly my phone rang.

Maisaroh called.

I'll pick up the phone soon.

"Hello Mai, what's wrong?" ask me.

"Adit's healthy now. Let's go to her house" Mai exclaimed excitedly.

"Oh, wait" I closed the phone screen and asked papa.

"I want to go to a friend's house" I exclaimed.

"Well, papa and yah" replied papa.

The tumben?

"Ok Mai's. I otw yah" I exclaimed.

The car entered the yard of Adit's house, I immediately got out of the car.

The son also came down.

"Well, aren't you coming home?" ask me.

My son ignored me. Ask your mom and dad for permission to accompany me.

Of course they allow.

"If you want to go home the driver's phone well" said papa while deflecting his car.

We just nodded and waved our hands.

"Why are you coming?" ask me.

"Bawls. Can't I come?" putra protest.

"Em, I can but. ah already" said I as I stepped into Adit's house.

There was the roar of his distinctive motorbike Dimas.

I saw Mai hugging Dimas from behind.

I smiled wryly.

"Sorry, we're old?" mai said to me.

"No, I just arrived" I said.

Mai looked confusedly at the son.

"Don't ask why she's coming, it's normal for her to come with us" I exclaimed without Mai asking further.

My first step towards the entrance of Adit's house.

I knock on the door and say hello.

A mother opens the door.

"Ehh, friend of Adit's friend, come on, please come in" said his mother Adit while inviting us in.

Adit was sitting in the middle room while playing games on his mobile phone.

The boy is still a hobby of playing games.

Seeing us coming Adit stood up to welcome us.

Mama Adit to the kitchen made us drink.

"Alhamdulillah has recovered, tomorrow it can go down to school, miss very much you guys" cried Adit.

Maisaroh looked very relieved and happy, he immediately approached Adit and hugged her tightly.

"Thank you, it's safe" Mai exclaimed.

I looked in wonder at Mai. I just saw him hugging Dimas in a motorbike, now hugging Adit?

Again I smiled wryly.

No, I'm not jealous.

I just feel funny ajja look at her.

The son noticed the change in my expression that was suddenly arriving. He then smiled as if to mock me through that smile.

"Hahaha" the son's loud laughter suddenly startled all of them.

I lightly hit the thigh of the son sitting next to me.

"Oh anyway, don't act at this guy's house, you know I don't want you to come" protested.

"Idiw tambek, abis your expression is very funny indeed it was kek anu people.." never had to say the word came out I pinch the strong arm made her scream in pain.

"Ohhhh!!!" the strangling of the son again made the others shocked.

"Why put?" ask Dimas.

"This is it, he pinched me for laughing. Laughing at the ban?" ask putra.

"Laughter makes people surprised to know!" my process.

"Maad deh" he exclaimed.

Mai still looks close to Adit.

Aunt Luna, her mom is coming out of the kitchen reading drinks and snacks.

I pulled my seat because I remembered something.

"Jeez Aunt why bother bother" I exclaimed.

"We have to bring something" I whispered to a friend.

We looked at each other, we all forgot to visit.

"Udah deh do not need to be lebay, I will be cured, gpp, relax ajja" said Adit.

I feel bad but I did.

"Okay, this is not troublesome, please taste" haggard Aunt Luna.

We started tasting snacks made by Aunt Luna. The weather that night was pretty cold. I tasted the sweetness of the jasmine tea before me.

Ah good at it. Rarely do I taste this good tea.

The son slowly drank his tea. Then give a thumbs up towards Aunt Luna.

"God, how delicious is his tea Aunt" exclaimed the son.

Aunt Luna smiled happily.

"Thank God that's it" replied Aunt Luna while saying goodbye to go back inside and invite us to eat her snacks and tea.

I was still staring at Mai. I'm confused who he really likes. My heart is limited because of a promise not to accept Dimas' love. I haven't even answered both.

Wait for the right time.

I feel neglected at this time, Dimas and Adit are busy chatting alone with Mai without involving me

"Lidya Wijaya, what's wrong with you today, you look moody?" said the son arrived.

I was surprised to hear the son's words.

"meaning? I'm not moody really, I'm good ajja" I reply.

"You sure?" ask her again.

Mai, Adit and Dimas looked straight at me hearing the son's words, making me misbehave.

"Remain sure, what the hell is a put" I said.

Mai smiled lightly then continued chatting with Adit and Dimas. I just silently stared at those who were busy with their own chatter.

My son pulled my arm out.

I made a bang, my wrist hurt.

"What the hell is it!!!" screeched

"Let's go home now!" men snaps.

I've never seen a son yell at me again like this during my time as a brother.

Dimas came out looking for me.

"What's wrong? how come you guys are out?" ask Dimas confused.

The son did not reply, he took the phone in his pocket but he broke his intention. Put the phone back in his pocket and go back home with me. I can only agree.

"Ladyy!!!" call Dimas. I turned my head but the son pulled my arm out of the yard of the house immediately.

"Aren't we asking to pick up the driver?" ask me.

"One time we take the bus, let the atmosphere be different" replied the son.

When we arrived at the stop, we sat quietly. I'm still confused as to why my son forced me to go home.