Learning to Be a Mother

13. Latest Notifications.

"Home late?"

"Yes, I came home late. I'll bring the spare house keys, go to bed first, don't wait."

"It's still a lot of work, huh?"

"There was a sudden meeting with an external party, already."

The incoming call was turned off, breaking down the telepathic bridge between me and my husband in a different place. I exhaled, he was completely offline, maybe his schedule was that tight.

Suddenly I overthinking, remembering the condition of Cahyo lying drunk on the sofa of the house. At that time he was a mess, even Cahyo just forgot how he could get home safely because he came home drunk.

Is he going to get drunk again? I am not calm, for sure I will wait for him to come home even if I have to fall asleep in the living room. At least I want my husband to come home safe and I need to be by his side.

It's five in the afternoon and Kalista hasn't returned from school. If he's with Fathan, I can be more calm. But Fathan came home twenty minutes ago, he said there was something Kalista had to take care of and did not want to wait.

Worried, I headed to his sister's room. The room was open, featuring a man sitting upright at a study table with some of his books. It seemed like he was learning again, repeating the material he learned while in class today.

"Fathan, where's your brother?"

Although we had some debate, his behavior towards me had not changed for the worse. As if my son hadn't considered the quarrel yesterday, he took his time to come face to face and close the book as I asked earlier.

"Calistas today pickets, Ma. He said straight home."

"Totally long."

My son exhaled. Before long, there was the sound of a motorcycle roar from the front of my house. I was confused, Cahyo always came home with his personal driver and did not also use the motorbike for work today.

Making sure, I finally went to the yard, convincing assumptions from my mind before thinking no-no. Maybe my son with a motorcycle taxi used to take him home, then stuck in traffic so late to home.

However, looking at the presence of someone who was not expected for now. Spontaneously my hands formed an equilateral triangle, connecting them at the waist while looking at my son who was interacting from the door of the house.

They look familiar, anyway. But still not lessening my worries as a mother, she came home late with the man who once drove her home. If not wrong, the name ....

"Drug, Biyan!"

Biyans. After receiving the departure of the vehicle owner, my son secretly smiled with relief while carrying his bag even stronger. Seeing it with such a happy expression, I thought my youngest was in the phase of falling in love like most teenagers out there, I could call it monkey love.

After a few seconds of seeing Biyan's departure getting away, Calista turned her body so that it was brought together through a fight. He was surprised to see me standing in front of the house with gesticulating when he came home with a friend of the opposite sex.

As I expected, his steps jolted as if intending to strengthen my presence that was willing to wait for him from earlier. However, I first realized about what the intent of so I hurriedly inhibited him from going inside the house.

"Where are you from?"

"School" he replied. "Not going anywhere else, today there is a group task with Biyan, so all of you go home together."

"What time do you see this?" Instead of leaving her with a possibly honest answer, I kept her from entering before she apologized. "So Mama went to Fathan, said you had a picket. But you said there was a group assignment, so which one was it?"

"Yes, both are real. After the picket, I immediately discussed with Biyan the other one."

Kalista clucked, "I'm honest, Ma." Then, he shook his head as if he had not expected my reaction earlier. "Liat, right? How do I want to tell you that I'm like this Mama doesn't believe."

"What do you say?"

"I'm tired."

After switching the conversation, the woman who was still in school uniform barged into the house as if she did not want to prolong the problem. Maybe he was tired, maybe he was tired of being asked questions piled up when he just arrived home. But I'm also worried, he should understand.

"Why should Biyan be the same?"

"We're in the same direction" he replied lightly, throwing his backpack at the bed with the expression I hated the most, pouting. "Can't I take it with him? Lagian Biyan who nawarin first."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

Kalista stood up. "Why then, anyway?"

"Don't be rude talking to Mama!"

Kalista clucked, turning to the source of the voice coming from his sister's room. "Whisper lo!"

"Mama's worried, Kalista."

"Yes, this is proof that I'm okay." He exposed every corner of his body, trying to shake off my uneasy feelings. "I'm not a kid anymore."

Hearing him say that, I just fell silent without showing any more concern for me. I'm already moody, sad in the sense that he can't apologize. But I could be the one who worries about my son so much that he gets distracted, right?

"I'm gonna take a shower."

Then, she took out her original clothes that were hung behind the closet. Roll up his dense black hair to clamp it so as not to interfere when rinsing the body, but the essence of his behavior is not how much of an impact a shower at night. It's about him troubling me.

I exhale, maybe I'm the outrageous one. He's grown up, I should understand. Teens his age have also been a lot and accustomed to interacting with friends of the opposite sex, only I can not control emotions in every phase of my child's growth.

The soft mattress was occupied, I put my body there with a long gaze that felt empty without the center of the object of attention. Come to think of it, I'm also tired like my children. Fatigued in terms of his many thoughts, although the direction of his thoughts was unclear, but I always thought of them.

I quietly asked in silence, have Fathan and Kalista eaten at his school? Are they friends with a good neighborhood? How do they adapt? How much allowance can make them manage their weekly and monthly finances?

I massaged the forehead, so dizzy. Not to mention the drowsiness lately often bothers me, even though the night is just about to start. I also want to wait for my husband's return tonight.

Wanting to leave the place, my gaze was inhibited by something glowing from the direction of the study table. I walked up to him, saw a phone with a screen on because of the incoming notification.

The number was only one, but it was unable to make me go ignore the contents. From the notification that was exposed there, I could still read it without needing to open the app.

From Biyan

This malem is going outside?