Dorin Tanea's

Episode 2

My name is Dorin Tanea, fourteen years old, eighth grade, second semester. Miss Ball or Miss Round. Calling kids at school. Usual. Take no heart, because I'm used to those words because in reality, all my body is covered in fat. And, just like a ball.

Sometimes I get angry too. Besides being called Miss Ball, the nosy guys at school call me gorilla or kingkong. Their words were heartbreaking, even more so Vino. No, I stuck the tip of the pen in his palm. So upset to be said a child. Bleed up? Sure oes. He screams in pain. Gegara that's what I scored for three days.

Virgo Vin. Next-door neighbor. The super ngeselin guy. Thankfully not in class. Hah, it's like hell to meet

with him. Not at school, at home, he was always mocking me. Moreover, our room windows faced each other. Same on the second floor.

***

One day ago at school ...

A group of handsome young men sat in front of the class, Shiro, Fandy, and also Vino. They laughed out loud. I don't know what was told. Shiro's white face flushed to the ears. He did not stop laughing while holding his stomach and hitting his thighs.

“Vangke lu!” shouts Shiro silenced Vino's mouth.

I stole a glance at them. Two of them I shot and got rejected on the spot. Ngenes, right?

After much thought and calculation, there are probably ten guys I shot from seventh grade to now, stepping on to eighth grade. Rejected

all the. Maybe I can get into the record muri. Shoot the guy and get rejected on the spot. Really sad-moment.

The vino? Nah! I don't like him. Anyway I'm not interested in shooting that guy. Make it, but there's no feeling about him. Honestly, I hate that same one kid. He calls me a kingkong, if not a gorilla. Nyesek what try to make that cake.

“There are loose gorillas, tuh!”

I turned my body. Ngernyitin. It's super shit, kid one.

Two of his friends laughed. My feeling is that from then on they must be talking about me. Especially two days ago I shot Shiro. The gossip is still hot. Gegara Vino, I said kingkong jones same kids.

“What you?” My feet are moving towards them.

“Kong, suppose you cake your mother. Sure

many have a crush. No more jones, hahaha,” kekeh Vino holding the stomach with his right hand.

I glanced at Fandy who elbowed Vino who might have hinted ‘Vin is already brenti, pity. I was reported to my honey’.

“Apaan si lu, Fan. Her mother is beautiful, bohay again,” said Vino turned to Fandy. Then back to looking at me. “Don't you pickle boy yes, Kong?” it makes me boil.

Shiro silently looked at me, and so did Fandy. I know she's scared of Rissa. If caught bothering me, Fandy can be scuttered by the girl.

Vino really has gone too far with his jokes— crossed the line. Furious, I took out a pen from my pocket. Open the lid with your mouth. Fiuhh, throw pen cap—about Shiro's pointed nose. Wrong target, I murmured in my heart. I wish someone had gotten into Fandy.

I looked back at Vino. Lifting hand—grasping pen tightly. It was as if it was a knife. I stuck the tip of the pen in his palm. He was screaming hysterically. He wanted to stick it in his eyeball, but it was too extreme. Not brave. It's only in my mind.

Oho! A good kid like me is tarnished by this guy. I used to be no bar like this. Silent, receiving their pranks with a silent mouth. In accordance with the development of the times surrounded by depraved creatures. I'm starting to change. Where there are people who always stand with pressure, scorn, and insults. Kittens also have nails to claw, tiger cubs also have fangs to bite.

Back to the present. Remembering the trio of wolves is stressing me out even more. I got out of bed. Look at yourself in the mirror. So much fat that sticks flat on the surface of the body.

If you're skinny, you can shoot me again.  

I'm poignant. Shiro's whisper still rang.

“Dorin, eat first,” said Mama entered my room while carrying a tray.

Forced. Afraid that Mama was angry, today I pretended to be sick. But, Mama doubted me, she said my body wasn't hot. I pretended to cough, to limp, to act convincingly. Finally, today I was allowed to not go to school.

Hmmm, I don't know Vino. If he told his mama about yesterday's incident, it could be bad. My neck can be cut. Wish Aunt Mona, Vino's mom wasn't mad at me.

“Uhuk ... uhuk! Yes, Ma. Tarok aja there,” said me limp back to bed.

“So Mama to Aunty Mona's house.”

Dugm!

My chest is sighing.

Did Mama meet Vino? Did he tell you the truth? Any timing? If so, surely

my mother's face changed.

“Terus?” manya curious.

“This meal, dear Aunt Mona. He said, may Dorin cepet heal”

I smile. Aunt Mona is good, much different from her restless son. “Quiet Ma. Nih, Dorin's feed will run out everything.”

“Oh yes?” Mama turned her body— stared at me. “Rin, you know with Vino? Mom saw his hand

bandaged.”

Soon Mama helped me get a drink. “Be careful eating it,” she rubbed my back.

“Gak, Rin don't know.”

Hah, thank goodness that boy didn't complain. Just watch if you arrive. I'm gonna

do more cruel than that.

***

Ten shots, ten rejects, and ten stabs. Right here, right in the heart. The kind that falls in love, that's who I am. Move on at the earliest for just one month. Two months at most. It was the same with Fandy Oneng.

I began to dare to express love when I was in seventh grade. Is my puberty over dosing like my body?

I'm a confident person or*****, anyway? I don't know. You can be honest, yes. Honest with feelings

by oneself. I can't hold on to the feeling of liking for too long. The more you are getting hounded the more you want to say. Not knowing myself in my condition. I don't want to languish, honesty is better than torturing myself.

Have you ever heard these words? Liking someone is like walking on a thorn. Pain stepped on him. After uttering, it was like pulling a thorn in the foot. Relieved, though still sore because you were rejected.

I'm not the one who's dizzy either. If rejected, yes. Most contemplate yourself under a blanket or toilet.

Nowadays, it is difficult to find someone who is sincere. Accept what it is. I am also one of those who fall in love easily. But .. My first love was Fandy. I still have a hard time forgetting it. Still pounding every time he patted my arm on the drum.

“Mam,” call me laying down on the living room sofa. “Rin can ask?”

“Sure,” reply Mama is still busy arranging plastic flowers. It was his hobby while humming small.

“When Mama and Papa haven't made it yet, greet who shoots first?”

“Mama,” she blushed shyly.

No wonder why I am like this. It turns out that my genes are more dominant in my body. And my nature is also a descendant of Mama.

Now Mama is smiling. “That time your papa was very surprised when mama shot, hahaha.”

I put the eyebrows together.

“Finally, your papa did not expect, a popular girl like mommy nerd like your papa.”

“What do Mama like about Papa?”

“According to mama, your papa is funny. Her cheeks are kemb kek bakpao, your cake, Rin. Make gemes tau no, hahaha.”

“Form Papa fat?”

Mama nodded slowly. But his eyes were not focused on me. The woman is still engrossed in her world, maybe the memory with Papa is still playing in her brain.

“You know, Rin. My mom has never been rejected. But, at that time your father had rejected Mama, loh.”

I gawk. “Why? My mom is beautiful!”

“Heru says, he doesn't want to date cheap women to mama.”

Huh, cheesy? How cheap? I'm getting stupefied not understanding.

“Kok that anyway, Ma?”

“Iya. Mama's boyfriend used to be a lot. Every month change mulu, end mama sprains. Who else wants to be held. Yaudah, Mama broke up and looked for a new one, hahaha,” obviously Mama gave me goosebumps along with her laugh.

If you don't want to be on touch, why dating?

Why does jleb taste so good, huh? Is this karma? I narrowed my eyes to see Mama who was still smiling. As the saying goes, the fruit falls not far from the tree. Mama shoots people once a month, is that me? Rejected~~~~ every month. Ah, right shucks moment.

“Rin, today mama cook your favorite dishes, loh!” mama moved to the dining room.

“All Mama's cooking is my favorite food!” I shouted in the middle room.

I'm rising. Back on the sofa. My feet were engrossed in reaching out to the TV remote that was on the desk. Lazy moving. Maybe this is what makes my body even more swollen.  Coupled with the super delicious cuisine of Mama. Yes, Mama used to be a chef at a famous restaurant. Because she was married and had children, Mama decided to stay in this big house. Despite the help, Mama still cooks for her family. That's what's so sweet about that woman. I know now, this is what makes Papa so loving

Mamma.

“Ma, can I go to Papa?”

“Sure, you are similar to your papa. Smart and make a gemes,” said Mama put my lunch on the table.

“Not that. Can I skinny Papa's kek?” ask me while making my mouth. I don't know if my lips are tapering or not because I remember my round cheeks.

Mama laughed a little. Then stroked my brown hair. “Mama likes Dorin as it is.” Kiss Mama on my head.