Dorin Tanea's

Episode 8

I still muttered ‘cold’, did not dare to get out of bed and increasingly wrapped around the body with a thick blanket of green more or less has two years accompanied me here.

I caress my stomach. Hungrier. Chilly

it makes me hungry. Yesterday night did not eat, went to sleep, tired. Ah, my legs are lazy to step outside.

“Woi, Gentong. Wake up!”

“Whispering! Out there!” I threw a roll at the guy one year below me. She's my annoying cousin, her name is Meka.

“Build! Basic slacker!”

I don't know why she's in my room every morning. It's been two years, but that guy still sucks.

Meka lives next door, next to this house.

Teeth gritting. Clenching strong jaws. The guy didn't stop torturing me and called me ‘palas’. Yes, I admit, but that

back then. Now I can already do everything myself from; cooking, washing, picking tea leaves. I can all do it.

“Do not call me barrel!” I

take a pillow under your head and throw it again. The guy was flung to

outside before my pillow landed on his head. If I weigh like I used to, I guarantee that I can crush her body.

“Hoaaam ..” I opened my mouth wide.

Still sleepy, but this early she's already pissing me off. Anyway this is

sunday. A day where it is time to relax. It sucks! My grandparents never treated me that badly. Hah, I can't believe, a child one year younger than me .. dare to yell at me? Ouh, I don't trust him

say gini, ‘that doesn't work. Can't eat!’.

I'm squeaking jidat. Those words are always

just terngiang. She's more of a pussy than a pussy mother. Grandma just treated like a royal princess. Lah, that little boy—anak same

my mother is similar. Her mouth is sometimes spicy. Patient uncle (my mother's brother), well, faced the drop-in-law like that. In front of my grandmother, grandfather, and

uncle is a very good man. But in the back? He told me to do this.

But I'm self-conscious, really. Wherever possible

I let my grandmother and grandfather work alone. My uncle is also busy with his family. If you are tired of working, he did not stop here, even though the house of grandmother and uncle is next to each other.

Lookyourbody!

I was standing in front of a rather mirror

blurry. My mouth is pursed. A month ago, my mom came here. Astounded. Him

hugged me tight. Maybe he thinks my life is languishing because of losing every weight

the time he looked at me.

Don't be sad, Mama. I'm happy to stay

down here.

These are the words that often come out of

my mouth. It's fun here. I love the air and the view. But I prefer my mom's cooking. Here my eating is not at home. Maybe that's one of the factors that made me lose weight. Plus almost two years to school must exercise first. Riding a bicycle early in the morning just to gain knowledge. One year behind lessons made me regret and had to repeat the eighth grade.

At that time, I protested a little because I didn't

there's a vehicle that can take me to school. Grandpa could've taken me to school on a motorcycle, but he came home? No way, right, I keep asking for mercy? Grandpa still has a lot of work. Not only taking care of the tea garden, the other grandfather's fields also need attention. And then, came the figure

super salty on the face of the earth. Yes, she is Meka. Just imagine, calling myself a slacker, a crybaby, worse is the call ‘gentong’, and other words that want to make me eliminate it from the face of this earth.

When Meka nodded at me, uncle always scolded her, but for nothing, still the only child in the family always bullied me with spicy words. Really needy.

One thing I admit, even though he was an only child, his mother's favorite child, Meka was a diligent figure. Always helping his father. Hard worker type. But her mouth .. wow, like a mother-mom. Really!

Hmmm, after thinking only of me a guy he's acting shitty. At

meka school is different. Be more gentle and smile kindly with other girls. Akh, I want to rip off that fake mask. His attitude reminds me of someone.

"Where should I take a class with him?" my grumbling while opening the closet-taking clothes door. At that time, he was shocked to learn he was in class IX-3.

Not much different from his attitude at home. Even in class, Meka still calls me a barrel. My body is no longer fat. All the fat in the body has melted. However, the title is still attached. The other kids are the same, calling me a barrel. Yes, especially those who envy me.

My countrymen had time to praise my change, it should have been so, right?

Remembering the word friend, I was still traumatized by that word. Not being able to fully trust others, fearing that events in the past will repeat themselves. Moreover, they only use my intelligence, more precisely cheating. Now, I don't over show my talent. Whatever it is, I think silence is better.

From a person's point of view, we can judge because of the selfness that comes from the inability of a person to have what he wants. So, do not be surprised they treat you badly, even to the point of bullying you.

This time, I don't want to be seen. Honestly, I was acting stupid at the time. Not thinking twice. Suppose I used to be self-aware, maybe now I can live a happy life with my papa-mama, along with my comics.

I grinned, considering the past did make my mood change. Because the stupid feelings I had all humiliated me, insulted me, bullied me, and used me.

Am I so pathetic?

I cursed the old me. Noth

forgive me for what I used to be!

ORNAMENTS!

“Definitely on silat training,” mumbled me while opening a wooden window.

Every day, the kids in the village

this came home to practice silat and grandfather was happy to train them. If there is no task, sometimes I also participate in the trip. Let the fucking Meka later I can teach her a lesson. Ah, but it's just a delusion. He's better than the others. When can I avenge that kunyuk?

‘Remember! Silat science is not for fighting, showing off, revenge, making arrogant, and who is the greatest. Nah! But to keep yourself when in danger!’ grandpa said to come to mind.

Yes, grandfather's words have a point too.

I closed my eyes enjoying the morning breeze

gusting to touch the cheek. Refreshed. I inhaled a deep breath and then took it out slowly from my mouth.

“Gentong, don't you join the training?”

I opened my eyes. The kunyuk is still ...

“Ah, Rin .. patience!” I rubbed

chest a few times.

“Grandpa! I didn't practice today!”

I screamed out the window.

Grandpa stopped his movements, then

smiling towards me. Grandpa is the best.

Oh yeah, I just found out, my grandfather is

minang People. No wonder he is a silat. Grandpa's story, he migrated here—working in the tea factory. And accidentally met Grandma in the tea garden. Because the beauty of the grandmother made the grandfather smitten. The pink virus spread to his heart.

***

This is the last year of SMP. Some

another month will graduate. I am still confused where to go. SMA or SMK

like following your step, becoming a famous chef. I used to be a food lover, now I'm a tea lover. Green tea is good for the diet because the caffeine content in tea can improve physical performance and is able to burn excess fat in the body.

I used to be more optimistic

diet program. To the point of being sick from taking diet drugs. Not eating during

three days, Mama was very worried. Papa was out of town. Out of fear

scolded, I asked the name not to tell papa, but on condition; I should not diet carelessly. Must keep meal time.

Until now, I've been trying to keep

mealtimes, although not eager to see the food that is here. Bribes

it has to go into the stomach.  The most important thing is to have the energy to carry out the activity.

I entered the room. Take some

books. Holidays should be used for learning rather than hanging on the terrace

outward. I've done all the housework today from; rake,

washing, and cooking. For today, I'm not going with grandma to the garden. Take a break.

My steps stopped in front of the mirror

blurred. Even though it was blurry, I could still see my brown eyes. Hah, so miss papa. These eyes reminded him.

I developed lips and then humped them. Now, I can see my pointed lips. Haha, it turns out that this is the shape of my lips if sharpened. No longer rivaled by my bakpao cheeks first. And, my nose also looks pointed like its nose ... Rissa.

I pointed to the mirror. “I won't

let you be played again!” I muttered as I turned my body and stepped outside.

“Gentong, very diligent lo!” Meka

books from both hands.

Not everywhere, that guy always

intrude.

“Hei!” I screamed running after him.

Damnit damnit! I'm played. A while ago, guys

it just ran around the yard. Stupidly, I followed the steps

his feet. Maybe because my body was as light as cotton, I didn't want to stop chasing him either. In the past, just a few meters of running I was bored. It feels like the heart is almost out. Dada debaran is great. Now, I can almost rival Meka's run.

I'm stopping. Stare sharply as he

stick out. He graduated, but behaved like a child. So ask your mother to make a sister! Don't bother me.

Unheard of, I sat back down

on the terrace with breath still panting.