My Fat Girl

A Gift for the Gita

Raka started pedaling her bike fairly quickly, she wanted to take Gita along

circling the housing and taking it to the play area when they were kids.

After growing up they rarely play, meet or take time to just drink milk together while watching television with their mother. Whereas during school they often scramble to watch TV remote shows they like.

“A long time ago yes we are not as different as this.” Gita stretched out both her hands, letting her hair be blown by the fresh morning breeze.

“For a long time, if not wrong last third class SMP time lo still heavy.” Said Raka.

“Buggh” Gita pats Raka's back.

“Sick Ta.” Raka grimacing.

“Lo anyway carelessly speaking.” Gita manyun.

“Whatever, people you used to be heavy there are facts too.” Raka stopped at the playground at his compound. Then he pulled out his bike.

“Nih I saw your time photos are still udik.” Raka sat on the chair while sliding

mobile phone screens look at photos as they are small.

“Wah. Where is the body, my cheeks are abundant in fat.” Gita

smiling looking at himself as a child until SMP.”

“But I like to see you like that. You're funny like a teddy bear so take it

cooling hug.” Said Raka. He turned the memory back to their childhood, he said,

where they still often play to the playground in the complex.

“Hah..time goes so fast ya Ta.” Raka looked at the sky.

Gita turned to Raka and followed looking at the sky, “Iya, it feels like just yesterday we were messing around here, remember not when I used a bike. And

we fell there.” Gita pointed to where she fell near the slide.

“Ingatbbanget, you cry like it makes me confused and you shut up when I buy ice

cream kan.” Raka said with a laugh, she remembered very clearly the incident was her

the one with the spirit of pedaling a bicycle then fell down.

“He got to our house in madirain mama because our clothes are all dirty, and his knees

abrasions.” Add Gita with spirit.

“And do not feel lo soon already want to be the wife of people, as well as me.”

Raka said in a sad tone, indeed marriage is not a farewell but

according to him, with them growing up and different places will give a limit that he cannot penetrate carelessly. All things will certainly always be asked his agreement with the husband, as well as he will always ask his wife.

“What is this farewell? Gita does not want to split with lo?” Gita looked at Raka

with teary eyes.

“This is not a farewell Ta, it's just that you after becoming his legal wife Gilang lo not

I can share everything equally. There was a first person who

you should know first compared to others. Just like I was later. Will surely Fara who knows first than lo or others.” Obviously Raka.

“True too, even though we are brothers but we already have a partner. What I don't

can complain many more things same lo?” Gita couldn't hold back her tears anymore.

“Lo can complain anytime with me, but you also have to remember that I can not

come and listen to your complaint as soon as you are. Now there is a heart too

now Fara's my soul mate. I don't want to make him jealous and think

strange as well as you also have to keep the feelings Gilang.”

Gita's tears had washed all over her face, it was true that Raka said that her words were not a farewell. But they're both now

build high walls for personal affairs that are not all they can

translucent.

“Don't be sad like this ah, although we've certainly rarely met you remain my little sister who I love the most.” Raka pulls Gita in her arms. Gita was powerless to hold back her tears, she rebuked more and more in Raka's arms.

“Kok even so indeed anyway, I'm just giving you advice so that you recede the same

Missile.” Raka said she rubbed Gita's hair while resting her head in order

he did not shed the tears that were already at the end of his eyes.

“Lo feeling we do not want to see you again, I will lose you. I don't want to split with Lo.” Said Gita still crying as she pleased.

“Heh. We are brothers where we can separate, do not bother. I want to love

your gift even so cry like this.” Raka wiped away Gita's tears.

“What is the prize?” Gita rubbed back her cheek because her tears were still dripping without stopping.

“Close eyes dong.”

“One... two. three.. open the eyes.” Excite Raka.

Gita gawking looking at the diamond necklace given by Raka, “Raka, this.”

“Remember I never promised you, if I am big and have a lot of money to love you what?” Raka tried to open up memories as a child.

“Diamond necklace like in the cartoon movies that I often watch it yes.” Gita is back

make crying until you want. Gita hugged Raka again, she was speechless again, only a cry could reveal.

“Udah ah don't cry, later if the guest notdangan see your face mistaken for fiancee because of compulsion.” Raka rubbed her tears Gita.

“This is me usingin.” Raka wears a necklace around Gita's neck. Raka then looked at the clock

in hand.

“Bicycle ride again yuk, mumpung still morning.” Said Raka.

“Where are we going?”

“We look for breakfast, chicken porridge in front of the complex.”

Raka pedals her bike again when Gita has boarded, and Gita hugs Raka from the

behind tightly.

“What do you still fear I boncengin use a bicycle?” Raka looked at it for a moment

focus on looking ahead.

“No.”

“But how to handle lo the same as when was a child.”

“Because I want to feel that time again. Thank you Raka for being the big sister

very dear to me.”

“Sama-sama, you should live happily yes equally Gilang.”

“Pasti.”