Don't Call Me Fat
Son

The cold started stabbing because I was raining earlier. Son shuts down car AC.

In between driving he came out of the jacket he packed and threw it at me

"Wear it for a while" she said worriedly seeing me cold.

"Next time do not play rain again later you get sick" his advice.

"Yeah bebel" I reply.

When I got home I took a shower.

I lay.

My son came into my room with warm tea for me.

"Wake up first, drink some warm tea" said the son.

I comply. I slowly drank the warm tea from my son.

My son holds my forehead.

"That's right, fever" the son went to take a heat-lowering drug.

"Basil the Bimo, not his shelter even play with the rain" the son nagged while preparing the medicine for me.

I close my blanket, the air feels cold even though I do not turn on AC. The window is also closed.

"Eh forgot, haven't eaten yet?" ask putra.

I shook my head slowly.

"Yes is broken. You rest ajja for a while" her pinta and rush down to take my meal.

Though he could ask aunty to help bring everything for me. Why bother anyway. Well that's the son, if he can alone why should bother others, even though bi Minah in the salary is indeed to take care of me too.

A few minutes later I fell asleep.

The son came with a bowl of porridge.

"Hey wake up first, I've made you porridge, eat first just slept" he exclaimed.

I blinked my eyes.

I got up and tried to sit down.

The son immediately fed me the porridge.

The porridge was salty, because my tears were coming down together while eating.

I don't know, if I get sick, tears come out on their own.

My body aches with fever.

Since childhood if I am sick I always like this, can only cry, there is no figure of a mother where I complain.

I'm grateful that there's Bu Minah, the one who's been watching me a lot.

Bi Minah came to know I was sick.

"Gpp bi, go back to work, let me take care of Lidya this time" exclaimed the son to bi Minah.

"Eh well, don't forget to take his medicine well non" exclaimed bi Minah worried.

I just nodded.

The end of the porridge I ate was gone.

After that, my son gave me a fever-reducing medicine.

"Do we call a family doctor? papa said if sick call him only" bargained the son.

"Gpp really, I just need you here, I don't like being sick in solitude" I said.

I immediately lay down, the son enveloped me.

He lightly rubbed my head.

"Don't get sick dong" exclaimed the son.

"There are you who take care of me hihi" I replied.

My son's face was sad to hear my words.

"Don't rely too much on me, or on anyone, you have to be independent, don't be spoiled, I can't be as long as he can take care of you" said the son.

I immediately got up again, sat down and looked at her seriously.

"I don't want to know, you can't go anywhere, accompany me to any time, I ask God to take my life first the day before you, so don't talk weird!!!" my snapping.

"There's no need to be a word in the movie. Most watch movies for sure, right, Hem, Dah back to sleep there" exclaimed the son.

The son thinks.

"Haha, our age no one knows, we can not promise it, all the secrets of God, good prayer dong" said the son.

I was crying again.

I hugged my son who was sitting next to my bed.

"But really, spoiled again, cup cup cup, do not cry dong, we will grow up someday, we will marry the people we love, so don't worry, we will grow up one day, no matter what happens we remain brothers" explained the son while patting me on the shoulder.

I'm comfortable in the arms of the son. The warmest feeling I've ever felt. My tears keep flowing, I can't lose a son, I can't.

"If I'm going to lose you, then I don't want to get married" I exclaimed.

Son surprised.

"Well, is that it? can't say that, you'll never lose me, I'm always there, you and I deserve to be happy right?" reply son.

"Yes, you know, now you're not happy with me" I said spoiled.

"Happy anyway, but there will be a time when we will grow up my dear sister" said an anxious son.

"That's why I don't want to grow up" I cried.

"Well not possible either, do not be strange, mending you sleep, rest, let it heal quickly" exclaimed the son while slightly forcing me to lie down and envelop me.

"Not much thought" he said again.

"Promise first will not stay me" I said as I pulled out my little finger as a symbol of the agreement.

The son did not immediately return my little finger.

With a heavy heart he complied.

"All right, promise" he said as our little fingers interlocked.

My son waited for me to fall asleep.

"Basic to this child, still like a child" said the son.

After I fell asleep, the son went to his room to work on the pr of his school.

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I woke up from my sleep, I lyrics it's been 12 p.m?

My son fell asleep sitting next to my bed. His face rests on the bed.

I see that face as big as it is.

I palpated his cheek.

God don't take him before I do.

I'm even more afraid of losing a son than papa.

The son's phone rang beside him.

I accidentally saw the name on that screen.

The siska? any more? is it after Bimo that he wants to take my son? oh can't. Step over my corpse. My inner.

I picked up the phone. It just so happened that my son was asleep.

"Hello, Siska, what are you calling son at midnight like this!" my greeting.

Siska was surprised because I picked up her phone.

"It's none of your business" exclaimed Siska then immediately hung up.

I hate being curious like this.

My son never locked his cell phone. So anyone is free to open up and look at its contents.

But for privacy reasons I didn't see the contents of his phone.

My son woke up hearing my voice.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep here" exclaimed the son as he rubbed his eyes.

"Gpp thank you, oh yeah was Siska phone, what's up?" ask me without saying stale.

"Oh, maybe you want to discuss group work, there are assignments in school, we are one group" he replied.

"Oh, but what is midnight like?" my protest.

"Well then I don't know why, yes already, you continue to sleep well, tomorrow school right, I also want to sleep, sleep really" reply to the son while walking out and into his room.