Aretta & Secrets

Special Episode Part 2

On Tuesday morning, I was picked up by Dean to take him to Kindergarten. Dea has entered PAUD, only her school time is only from Monday to Wednesday. Understandably, his name is also still a child so the school is not full for a week and also the lesson hours are only for two hours. Starting from nine to ten. Thank goodness in those hours that all the homework was done.

The kindergarten where Dean went to school today held immunizations. Since school, the routine of Dea immunization is now no longer filled with drama. Usually the boy will cry if injected but when he was with his friends, Dea transformed like a big boy. She did not cry instead helping to calm her frightened friend.

Upon arriving at the spot, Dea immediately ran up excitedly to approach her friends. Somehow the story goes, my son is now incarnated as the head of the gang. His mother was always the one who was forgotten. I do not regret my unhappy childhood because from there I can learn. I have to be a different mama than my real mama so that my son does not feel bitter memories like I once felt.

"Good morning" I said to the mothers and the teachers who were already on the spot. They all returned my greetings with big smiles.

From my place I could see Dea directly putting her bag in the locker and immediately shuffling forward to salim with the teacher's mother. The boy also did not forget to greet all the children of his gang who really made me shake my own head.

Yesterday he asked to buy a pack of candy. The boy only asked his papa and did not confirm it with me. His father also directly obeyed the wishes of his son, which turned out to be the purpose of him asking the candy to be shared with his friends.

I don't mind at all and I'm proud of Dea's behavior. But if he wanted to give, he could tell me that and I would definitely add a portion of his goods. Not just candy may be added ciki or bread.

Ten minutes later, all the children were in and sitting orderly in his place. The material today is drawing circles. The mother teacher who taught Dea had set an example in her notebook. With the other child the same. All the students in this class immediately started to draw, but not with my son.

Dea inching pulled me to sit next to her. He's not usually like that. Fortunately still PAUD and his teacher's mother also allowed the contact only made me immediately find a comfortable position.

Dea initially looked at her book, then turned to look at me until she finally sighed rudely while grieving.

"Didn't want to gamble!" Dea said as she shifted her book away.

"Why? The teacher said he was told to take pictures?" whispered slowly. The situation in the classroom was crowded but it was all because of the voices of the children and I couldn't help but raise my voice.

"They want a hello kitty game!"

I'm staring. Little wonder because this child also could not draw. Especially now even the pretentious want to draw hello kitty shape even I have not been able to make it until now.

"But the task of the teacher's mother was told to draw a circle," I persuaded patience.

Dea remains sulking. He now throws away all his stationery.

"Dea why?"Ms. Reni, her class teacher came over. The middle-aged woman came closer and tried to get along with Dea who was in a bad mood.

"No drawing of the circle wants a picture of hello kitty, Mother," I replied. This child if angry is very anti to talk to. Just like now.

Ms. Reni was still with her soothing smile. The woman immediately took Dea's book and placed it in front of my daughter.

"It's okay if you want a hello kitty picture. Don't forget to collect, son."

I nodded in understanding and allowed Ms. Reni to go around. Dea who had gotten the green light immediately made irregular graffiti on her book. Hello Kitty is not shaped this name because the picture does not show if she is drawing hello kitty.

Dea was quite enthusiastic. He even used his colored pencil to color his drawings. I don't want to interrupt because this kid looks very happy with his current activities.

The boy had already finished his drawing and immediately collected it to the front of the class. Ms. Reni received the picture of my son with a smile. After that he covered out on his own even though it was still hours of learning. Today there is a posyandu, but it is still later after school hours are over. But basically Dea who could not stand still, she had already stepped towards the check room as soon as I followed her from behind.

"Where are you going?" I asked while glaring my eyes hoping that this boy would be scared.

"See that."

"It's still school hours, Adek. Not going anywhere."

"But Mother is silent."

"If you say Mama must be amazing. Ms. Reni took care of another friend. Come on back to class."

"So don't want to. Just come here!"

It seems that Dea's voice is a little disturbing because after that the doctor who is usually in charge of posyandu directly out of his room.

"Eh, this is Dea, right? Why, Son?" The young doctor approached and crouched down in front of Dea.

"You play," he said, as he brushed his own clothes.

"Next to Mom?" ask the doctor.

"Snack! Just come here!" he said, shifting his eyes.

"What do you want to immunize mom?" askinya. I looked at my boy who was looking at me with a questionable look. I just want to do it now, but the obstacle is that there are no peers, which means this boy will end up with a jarring cry later.

"A lot of injections now, huh?" ask me slowly while lowering my body to be in line with his height.

"Cock shot, huh? I want to play!"

"Today's immunization, son. Yesterday the teacher said. Cook to forget."

"Adek does not want to inject. Sick Mama," she refused quickly.

Me and the doctor standing guard just looked at each other. Maybe the doctor already knows how manipulative my son is so can only understand. I myself who gave birth and took care of him was still amazed to see his behavior.

"When you go back to class. You guys are still in class, right?"

"Mama napa cih. I want to play, Tok."

"Goddess. Boy kok ngeyel," I grumbled and was immediately greeted with laughter by the doctor.

Lazy arguing made me end up leaving him out. Knowing that his mother was lazy to serve, the boy started following me with his head down.