My Idol Mentor Diet

Prologues

This story is about me, Andina Wijaya. Call me Nana. I went to school in America. Not because I'm smart, but....

I think my mother, Salma Kinanti, who is a former Indonesian beauty queen, is ashamed to have a fat and spotty child like me. Of course, it would not have happened without the support of my father, Subagyo Wijaya and my brother, Adinata Wijaya who also wanted to wipe me out of their sight.

If my father and brother were the problem wasn't because I was fat. More because they have perfect grades in their school days then become dizzy seven circumference every see my value like heaven and earth with them.

Their drive has reached the crown to make me know myself too. When I graduated high school, I told myself to continue my studies in America. They agree to even manage everything in a week. Handing over all of my mother's and father's assistants simultaneously.

You can imagine how sick they are of me. But don't define me sad. Of course not.

If they can get sick of me. I am the same. Who is not sick every day can only eat vegetables and fruit without being allowed to eat junk food ?

That is, if my father came home from a business trip that is always brought is a collection of books about test practice -_-

It's still nothing. The worst was my brother who was obsessed with having that torn bread belly, telling me to exercise with him every morning before he left for the office -_-

Fortunately, all that calamity has been gone since three weeks ago I came to America. I've lived happily as in the fairy tales of the princesses, happy ever after.

Oya, I am here attending a vocational school in one of the agencies I chose near his college handsome guy hehehe. In essence, I attended a community college that is still one neighborhood in the MIT campus area.

This school is not a university. It's some kind of vocational class. A kind of non-university educational institution or for preparation for students who will continue their studies to a higher level. So, just relax if you want to continue to the University, the exam numbers obtained at the community college can be transferred to the university as a condition of entry.

My father also agreed with the department. He argued, maybe his daughter is not good in academics because at the time of my brain formation my mother's genes dominate so he thought my talent was in the field of dress-up skills like my mother.

I also remember the words of my perfectionist older brother at a family meeting, "I'd better see an A in your grade transcript this time or I'll take you to gym every day when you get back to Indo."

Vaaaa.....

I don't want to go back to Indonesia to meet my brother the wolf in sheep's clothing. Or my mom's a salad eater. But my father's money is in Indonesia. If I don't come home with an A-value report, maybe my pocket money won't be around anymore.

Heh.

I'm galau.

So, inevitably I studied very hard throughout the history of my life. My fear of freedom and happiness here being deprived is comparable to giving up my game time.

I am thankful that I chose the right school. When I finish class, I can sneak off to the college basketball court next door with a handsome guy hehehe.

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