Help out! I Want Skinny

Part 2's. Neighbor Nyinyir

Today feels perfect for Marisa when she sees the scales shift to the left even if only in line. From 78 kg to 77 kg. It wasn't in vain that he went through dinner for four days straight. "Yes! If this continues, soon my true beauty will soon rise from her grave along with the fat that crashed," Marisa murmured.

Just coming down from the scales, the clinking sound of a spoon hitting a bowl rang out loud from outside the house followed by a familiar scream in the ears.

"Bakso ..., meatballs ...!"

'Open Gusti .... What other trials are these, ' inward Marisa.

Three boys burst into the kitchen and took a plastic bowl from the cupboard.

"Eh, what do you want?" todong Marisa with her three children.

"Buy meatballs, Mi," said the youngest Caca.

"Today you can't eat meatballs" replied Marisa coldly.

"Why?" bianca asked child number two.

"I can't do it anyway. Don't ask too many questions. Save the bowl" their mother ordered.

"It must be because of the Mamita diet. We children are miserable," said Angga the eldest.

Marisa's face turned sullen in front of the three boys who also stared back unhappily at her.

"What's right, Mi? So ruthless. Said the teacher at the school, we children have to eat a lot because they are in growth," explained Bianca.

"Yes, it's true, and can stunting also if you don't eat," Angga's timpal moves his index finger.

"Mommy, sister wants to eat meatballs," said Caca with a clear face.

"Yes already. Go there. Buy as usual, Mamita will pay," said Marisa. He really did not want to argue with his children.

"Horay!" the three boys shouted triumphantly.

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"It's Bang, the money" said Marisa handing over a twenty-thousand note to the meatball brother.

"Mr Marisa doesn't buy meatballs, does she? You are a loyal customer of Bang Nando," asked Kak Ros, the Malay woman from behind the cart.

"Still full, Brother Ros," said Marisa. What apes, three seconds later there was a loud rumbling sound from Marisa's stomach. Making everyone who was waiting in line to buy meatballs laugh boisterously. While the meatball salesman's brother held a hard-earned smile.

'Huh, stop. The beginning of this disaster must have been. My stomach is coy, no, ' Marisa lamented in her heart.

"Petworm Ma'am Marisa has demo asked for meatballs, tuh. Hahaha .. ," joked Erika.

"Come Bang Fenando Jose Altamirano del Castillo, make a bowl for Mba Marimar, uh Marisa. Hihihim .... Give up the meat, Bang. Presumably the smell of this meatball teases the stomach dwellers of Mba Marisa," said Bertha telenovela fan.

"Eh, no need" Marisa told Bang Nando, who was busy preparing meatball orders.

"This is the change, Ma'am," said Bang Nando thrust a piece of money five thousand to Marisa.

"If you're hungry don't get arrested, Ms. Marisa. Later stomach acid," advice Miss Linda acted wisely.

"I'm on a diet, Ms. Linda, '" replied Marisa.

"Oh, diet tooo .... Very miserable it seems, must resist hunger. I'm kayak, dong. Eat anything stay slim, hohoho ...," said Erika while putting one hand in front of her mouth.

"Lawarlah, Ma'am Ika did not have children so the body is like a girl. I have been growing gini since I was pregnant and giving birth. Previously also slim. Eleven twelve deh same Olla Ramlan," replied Marisa.

"Don't get me wrong, Marisa. I already have six children not fat, tuh," interrupted Ms. Linda.

"Came, dong. That's normal. I'm a cesarean. If you give birth normally two days also can wara wiri everywhere. This cesarean section, well, two days of learning to sit and stand is almost fashionable. The stomach is also slow to shrink" Marisa denied.

"Duh, Bertha if you like right, deh. Well, if you can not just diet, but must be coupled with exercise. Let the part that sags like the arms of this Marisa Mbak getting smaller and faster. Just look, my calf is still smaller than the arms of Mbak Marisa," said Erika showing off her small and smooth white calf similar to Lisa, Blackpink personnel. "About everyone saw the arm of a large papaya so thought by Ms. Marisa the hauler," continued Erika.

"Hey! Speak like that, Erika. The body shaming. No matter the thin body or contain a little, the important healthy again happy," said Brother Ros.

"We're not insulting, Ros. No offense, Miss Marisa. I'm just giving advice. I mean this is good, but if Mbak Marisa feels this is an unpleasant act and intends to report to the police, it is the right of Ms. Marisa," said Erika.

"I am relaxed. The fat man always had a happy look, well, because his heart was also roomy. Not easily hurt," said Marisa.

"My dress is with Marisa. Rarely are fat people willing to accept the reality of their physical condition, most of them deny the existence" said Ms. Linda.

"Yes, I go in first, yes," cut Marisa down quickly and immediately quickened her footsteps towards the house. For him unhealthy conversations like this if continued can lead to killing. There is no saying that the tongue is sharper than the sword. So it's better to end it by getting away from those people.

"Neighbor Dajal," Marisa growled while throwing her body on the sofa.

His mind wandered into the past. When a girl she used to sit up 150 times a day. As a result, distended stomach does not stay. It was like to continue the routine, but the condition of her abdominal muscles has changed since giving birth. Even after five more years passed from the last cesarean section, doing sit-ups can cause tremendous pain in the abdomen. It made him feel terrible to repeat it. Surprisingly some people with a history of giving birth by cesarean section can still exercise without any complaints. Sometimes Marisa thinks there's something wrong with her.

Various other forms of exercise have been tried Marisa, but again cause pain in the lower abdomen. Walking and swimming are quite comfortable to do. This is also the duration of time that should not be long. Honey, he doesn't really like both of those activities.

"Whoops! The point is, anyway, I'm lazy to exercise," Marisa confided to herself.

Three glasses of water were gulped down by Marisa to hold the hunger. However, his satiety only lasted a short while . 'If this is long bloating of my stomach water, ' Marisa thought.

By nightfall Arjun came home from work carrying two packs of chicken noodles.

"Dik, don't you want the chicken noodles?" ask Arjun.

"No," refused Marisa when her stomach thrashed asking to be filled.

"Darling another pack if thrown away. I can't eat two packs."

"What! Dumped? Abstinence, Bang, wasting food. Away windfall later. Yeah, I'll just eat."

"Aren't you on a diet, you don't want dinner?" ask Arju wonder.

"Yes already know I'm on the diet you bought anyway" Marisa protested.

"I want to buy for the kids. How do I know that they ate meatballs earlier," Arjun said in self-defense.

Seven minutes later, Marisa had devoured her chicken noodles.

"For a long time Dik, your body resembled my Mamakku body. The way you two eat is the same."

Marisa's eyes glared at the man of mixed blood Java batak. "I mean Brother?"

"Yes you're the same. Fat forever," replied Arjun while chuckling.

"Not funny, Bang!" hardik Marisa's.

"That's it, I'm kidding" said Arjun.

"I've been bullied all day because of this body. That's not comfortable at all. My heart feels like it's slashed. My husband's following along too, Marisa's upset. Want to feel spewed back chicken noodles that have entered earlier.

“Drama again ... drama again..,” said Arjun.

Marisa could only take a deep breath. ‘Free self-defense. However fat people are always wrong,’ he said in his heart.

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