Help out! I Want Skinny
Part 9's. Boiled Mi
Marisa has been on a diet for a week. At the beginning of the diet, his body is often weak and sore. The head is also dizzy. However, the more days he no longer easily feel hungry. Samuel reminded me not to weigh my body too often. Enough once a week or once ten days not to see results based on mere numbers.
Rice, noodles, bread, and various high-carb foods are no longer touched. Including potatoes, yams, and various crackers. Consumption of fruits that contain high sugar is also included in abstinence foods. Marisa must be willing to say goodbye to her favorite oranges, bananas, and watermelons.
"Muelita, until when can I not touch rice?" marisa asked Samuel.
"depends you. If the ideal body weight is achieved you can start eating rice in just a little first. If you're just kangen with rice, you can eat rice from special rice that is zero calories."
"Yes, I get it."
***
Through 12 days Marisa can no longer resist the pent-up desire to stand on the weight and feel the sensation of the scales needle moving to the right. Yes, he feels some of his clothes start to feel loose when worn. That made him sure the weight would have gone down. Take the scales under the dining table. Tense, groggy, and restless feeling stirred in the soul. The coast is like waiting for the latest car lottery.
At first, only his feet were up on the scales. Take a moment to catch your breath. Then he closed his eyes while raising the other leg. Now both of his legs were standing on the scales. He also opened his eyes. The needle of the scales points at a figure of 20 kilos.
"What! Impossible!" he got up from the chair. He forgot to lift his butt off the chair.
The clock hand moves quickly up to 70 kg. "This is right! Oh yeah! Yes yes yes!" his scream then came down from the scales with the spirit of the struggle in 1945, while jogging and singing Oppan Gangnam Style. "Oppan Gangnam Style, uh ... Sexy Lady's ... Gangnam Style Oppan .... Uh Sexy Lady. Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh ..."
Unwittingly, Marisa, her three children with their arms folded together in the chest, stand watching their mother's action.
"Ih, Mamita don't be sexy, dech" said Bianca.
"Biarin," replied Marisa a little embarrassed because of the caught three boys. "Here you are, sana. Go watch TV," expel Marisa.
The three boys complied and left.
"I think Mamita was possessed by Mba Kunti when she heard his screams. It turned out to be Gangnam Style fever again," whispered Angga to his two younger siblings.
His two brothers just shook their heads.
In her small kitchen, Marisa smiles alone. 'Down nine kilos in 12 days. Waw! It's as easy as flicking a finger, hihihi....That means the next 12 days my weight can drop again to 61 kg" he said in his heart.
After dancing, he felt very hungry and thirsty. His eyes glanced towards the instant noodles near the dish cabinet that had been untouched for quite some time. His mind immediately floated everywhere. Imagine the pleasure of eating boiled noodles mixed with eggs and chili, accompanied by a glass of ice tea sweet and cold. Marisa gulped. Diet is okay. After all, tomorrow can be redeemed dietnya.Tandoubt a pack of instant noodles immediately executed.
It didn't take long, Marisa was already sitting sweetly on the table staring at the noodle bowl that was still reflecting thin smoke, along with one glass of iced tea. Then he slowly devoured his homemade boiled noodles. "Ah, very good," he murmured.
Suddenly there was an inner conflict within him. Between Skinny Jin and Fat Jin.
Fat Jin said, "Eh, it feels like something is lacking. Add the rice steady got this."
Jin Skinny replied, "Don't Marisa. Remember Samuel's message. Low carbo's. This is also prohibited. The tea also uses sugar, but it can't."
"Anything, a spoonful of rice doesn't matter. Drinking tea is also new. Tomorrow we can start the diet again. Food and drink are also halal. Not a sin. Let's just say it's celebrating the success of nine kilos of fat, '" replied Jin Fat.
"Not good, Marisa. You promised Samuel a diet discipline" Jin Kurus said.
"Look Marisa, just 12 days of dieting has dropped nine kilos. Hurry, right? Eating a little rice will not affect much," said Fat Jin with sneaky eyes and blew the Skinny Jin to fly away and disappear.
"alright. One tablespoon of rice is fine. Tomorrow I promise to start the diet again" said Marisa, scooping rice into a bowl of noodles.
After finishing the boiled noodles and the cold sweet tea, a piece of rice flavor struck his heart. However, he tried to calm down by promising himself tomorrow will be consistent to diet again.
Cellphone's ringing. From Samuel.
[Hey, Muelita]
[City. How are you today? Are you still on a diet?]
[Still, donk]
[You didn't eat boiled noodles just now, did you?]
[Ah, no, no] answered Marisa a little nervously. Oh, geez. This kid knows where I ate the boiled noodles just now, Marisa thought to herself.
[Cock the scent gets here, huh?]
[Times, anyway?] Marisa's heart starts to beat fast. Since when can phone networks carry voice messages along with the smell of food? Heart wonders.
[Oh sorry, sorry. Turns out that Brandon is again cooking shirataki noodles using instant noodle seasoning here]
'Ah, the leg, ' said Marisa in her heart.
[Ooo ..] reply Marisa.
[Ca, tomorrow I go to your house, may]
[Bby, donk. No one forbids]
[Sok ahold you. We haven't been friends for two years. If you want to come, come. I wait]
[All right, I'll see you tomorrow]
[Okay]
After hanging up the phone, Marisa immediately regretted lying to Samuel. "Boiled noodles I became a sinner. Eating the boiled noodles is not a sin, but lying is precisely what makes sin," grumbled.
***
Since breaking Samuel's dietary restrictions, Marisa has become more and more difficult to be consistent. He cheated on her with a sweet martabak. In the morning he had a vegetable breakfast and warm sweet tea. Regret is always present later after the stomach feels full. Feeling guilty has lost the temptation. Yeah iyeah. If his presence is always in front of not regret his name, but the distribution of social assistance.
At ten o'clock in the morning Samuel appeared at Marisa's door.
"Oh, my beloved mentor" greeted Marisa as she ran to Samuel. "I dropped nine kilos in 12 days!" girang.
"Goodoo. I'll see you for a moment" said Samuel.
Marisa let go of her arms and stood straight in front of Samuel, stretching out her arms and turning.
"How's it?" ask Marisa.
"I can see you're experiencing rapid progress. It means you fought very hard" said Samuel.
"Thank you, Sammy," said Marisa.
"You are not consistent. Sometimes call me Muelita, sometimes Sammy. Can't use just one name?" samuel commented while sitting on the sofa in the front room.
"Just the same, right? It's the same person" replied Marisa.
"Donk bed. Muelita is a girl's name. Please just call me Samuel."
"I call you that because you sometimes act like a girl." Marisa defended herself.
"Where are girls like?"
"How to talk to you."
"Mahaha ...." Samuel laughed out loud. "That's all?"
Marisa was silent for a moment. "Yes, that's all it is."
"alright. If I lose that way of speaking, will you stop calling me Muelita?"
"Mmc .... It seems to be very difficult because the name is already sticky on my tongue, but fine I will do. It's strange that one day, for example, your son will hear me calling his father by the name of a woman or your wife will hear me call her husband that way. Besides that I can have a tantrum with her," Marisa replied with a small laugh.
Samuel's mouth immediately warped sourly.
"Please promise" he said.
"What promise?" marisa is confused.
"That you will only call me by my name."
"Oh, can't."
"Why?"
"Sometimes I call you Mentor, sometimes My Best Friend, sometimes Cousin."
"Hey! It is possible to call it that."
"You wanted to be called only by your name."
"All right, I'm errat. I mean, promise not to call me Muelita. It's just the past" Samuel said seriously.
"alright. I promise, Sam."
"Promise?" samuel asked again, raising his right little finger.
"Promise" said Marisa, wrapping one pinkie of her hand over Samuel's little finger.
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