Help out! I Want Skinny

Part 1's. Marisa's ideals

Marisa stared at the M-sized jeans hanging on the wall of her room with a lump of determination in her heart should be able to wear them within the next three months. ‘Yes God, when do I slim down? Help me. I've been doing everything I've done so I can be skinny. But what power, I am just a woman who is easily hungry,’ he lamented in heart.

Marisa's stomach suddenly shriveled as if not happy to be a scapegoat. Marisa likes to eat when hungry or when not hungry. There is no limit to snack time. Plus he will not have the heart to see any leftover food wasted.

His stocky fingers rubbed the denim-blue cloth. Actually he realized that the target installed looks less realistic. How do the M-sized pants fit on his XL-sized body in such a short time?

"I must be skinny!" his shout loudly cheered himself while clenching fists in the air. Marisa's loud voice rattled her husband, Arjun, from sleep.

"Sik, what are you possessed of? Shouting this early," he grumbled from the bed. Breaking up his beautiful dream that was eating meatballs with Pak Jokowi.

"Not possessed, Bang! It's a feature of people eagerly reaching their goals."

"Impathy you say?" reload Arjun denhan mocking tone.

"Yes, I aspire to be thin" replied Marisa steadily.

Her husband immediately burst out to hear that absurd idea to her. "Trooos dream .... How to be skinny if you eat one quintal," ledek the husband while getting out of bed and walking to the bathroom.

Marisa's ideals are totally unpredictable. Always changing like the wind. While still in elementary school, she wanted to be a female astronaut in order to get to the moon and pluck the stars in the sky. He thought that the star was really small as seen from the earth so it could be put in a pocket and then taken home. Marisa likes astronomical things.

Growing up in Junior High, Marisa suddenly dreamed of becoming a doctor. The wish comes after meeting a handsome-looking doctor in a hospital. The handsome doctor treated a boil on his buttocks that had not healed in a week. The grandmother said the boils were there because Marisa often sat on a pillow. After the boil has healed, he often sits on a pillow. Hoping to grow new boils then be able to meet the handsome doctor again when seeking treatment. However, the expected boils do not appear.

Once High School ended, his ideals changed again, wanting to become a useful human for the nation and nation. At least that's what it says on her school's memory album. Of the 247 students he was with, nearly 120 wrote the same goal. Somehow the students who have lofty ideals are now. Whether they are still alive and succeed in realizing their dreams or even stay alive even though they are useless. It has been an unsolved mystery until now.

Graduating from college, Marisa doesn't even know what she wants to be. For him the important thing can quickly finish college, work, and get money. The point is to live successfully, whatever the job is done. Just two years and eight months and seven days into his career as SPG a famous dairy product, he has been hunted under the guise of the village next door named Arjun.

As a girl, Marisa's body was really good. A puffed up chest, flat stomach, and a tight butt. All chime perfectly like a jumbo size Spanish guitar. Especially when wearing tight leggings, accentuating curves that shake the faith, making the eyes of men often squint flirt on him.

Her hair was always long, smooth, shiny, and well-groomed. Almost like the hair of the shampoo advertising models on TV. He also often changes the model and hair color. This month her long hair is painted brown. The next six months changed in red and cut short. Six months later replace the black further the next six months given silvery white highlights. That's next. Marisa is very concerned about the appearance from the top of the head to the tip of the foot.

The yellow skin was smooth and clean, almost flawless. The fine hairs on his hands and feet make Arjun even more anxious. The man immediately fell in love with the first time he saw Marisa at the wedding of his son.

Four times their paychecks get acquainted and go through courtship, enough time that Arjun feels knows Marisa well. Her heart was steady in choosing that sweet virgin to be a wife. He also proposed to Marisa.

"Why did Kanda rush to get Adinda married?" marisa asked with a red face when she heard Arjun declare his wish.

"Yes, Adinda. Kakanda worries if the flower that Kanda has been guarding wholeheartedly all this time, is damaged by a bad and ugly beetle. How is my sweet sister, will you accept me wading through the household nipper together?" reply Arjun with the style of speech like a poet.

How happy Arjun is when Marisa receives his proposal, and both of their parents also give their blessing.

After marriage, the ideals of Marisa also turn the direction. Want to focus on being a capable and wise wife and housewife. The husband was moved to hear that intention. What a noble heart Marisa, even she was willing to stop working to take care of their own children. His S-1 diploma entered a private museum in a closet.

After ten years of marriage and giving birth to three children, Marisa now aspires to be thin. The ideals that made her husband unable to withstand the laughter. In Arjun's mind, Marisa's ideals this time will be the same fate as the previous ideals. Failed total.

Yes, the body of the singset has now expanded to the right and to the left. Like there's no hope of a comeback. Her hair is rarely combed. Sometimes tied just use rubber used to wrap salted fish or rolled potluck up.

"Papito, please take these banana chips to Erika's house there," Marisa told Arjun who was busy watching advertisements on TV. Health clothing product advertisement promoted by her husband's idol artist, Olla Ramlan.

"If my wife is like Olla Ramlan, I'll feel more at home" Arjun chirped lightly at Marisa with eyes not turned from the big glass screen in front of her.

"Come dong, Pi. Between the chips," urged Marisa while putting a large clear plastic package containing banana chips into Arjun's lap.

"Why are you? You spent Erika's banana chips one can. You should have come to pay for your mistakes yourself" Arjun refused.

"I'm lazy to meet that arrogant woman. New chips doang wear everything," said Marisa cynical.

"Yes, I'm taking you. That's why you if you visit, continue to have a house serving food take just enough, Mi. Don't get all yawning." Arjun relented at his wife's request.

Arjun's feet stepped towards a house painted in pink which was 15 meters from his house. Just arrived in front of the open fence, the owner came to say hello. "Hi, neighbor's husband. How are you doing? Tumben this morning came to visit," greeted Erika while throwing a sweet smile.

"Eh, anu Dik Ika's. Here I want to drop chips" Arjun replied with a smile.

"Come, Bang, come in. We chat on the terrace," said Erika invited her guests to sit on a wooden chair on the front porch.

"Where are you going, Mas Hardi?"

"Still out of town. Be busy looking for dollars. Oya, what do you want to drink? Black coffee or milk coffee?"

"Don't bother, brother."

"His name is a guest, I must serve drinks or food, Bang. It's been our society for a long time."

"Wow, I'm so embarrassed, Sister Ika. Yesterday my wife visited here and even kebablasan until the end of a can of banana chips Dik Ika was cured by himself. That's why I came to deliver these banana chips instead" Arjun handed over the bag he had in his hand.

"Oala, I'm bothering, anyway, Bang. Actually I have been sincere if the banana chips my husband brought can be enjoyed by neighbors as well. It's expensive, Bang Arjun. Comparable to the taste of uenak tenan. From Yogyakarta. Maybe that's why Ms. Marisa is too enjoying until all that is left is just the crumbs at the bottom of the can. I just tucked a little. Though sekilo there is a chipiknya.”

“I'm sorry yes, Dik Ika, for the behavior of my wife.”

“Oh, it's nothing. Yes, because Bang Arjun has already brought his successor, I accept the chips. Older people say, abstinence from giving. Not so, Bang Arjun,” Erika said as she grabbed the package from Arjun's hand.

“Hehehe …. Yes, right, Sister. Then I say yes.”

“No coffee first?” hail Erika once again.

“Lain times only, Dik. I happen to have other business. Come,” say goodbye Arjun while getting out of the chair.

“Thank you, yes, Bang," replied Erika.

“Sama-sama, Dik Ika,” replied Arjun continued to pass while enduring embarrassment.

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