Learning to Be a Mother

15. It's noisy!

I spilled it into the bowl, throwing out various side dishes and rice leftovers last night with a still irritated feeling. Whizzing, also sad melancholy atmosphere saw them mixed into an unpleasant smell. The omelet eaten in half, some cold fried tempeh, as well as the soy sauce chicken I had eaten earlier, they created a scent that made me close my nose.

Last night, Cahyo didn't return to the dining table. Let alone the dining table, he did not even open the door of the room so that I would sleep with him inside. Yesterday I cried and tried to sleep on the sofa, full of cuddled mosquitoes flying so that my sleep was not sound anymore. This is how I am now, adorned with folds of puffy eye bags like a panda.

After leaving his world, my eldest son went to the dining table. The surface was served a large bowl of fried rice whose portions could be divided for the four of us, drinking it I provided a teapot of warm tea that I had poured into some of their glasses as well.

At first Fathan intended to enjoy, but realized my presence coming to the dining table. The spoon was removed as I occupied the place.

"Why eyes?" ask my son to watch him carefully. "Puffy cow?"

Before long, the door of the next room was opened which featured my second child in his martial attire. Today is my children's weekly extracurricular schedule, they also leave later than usual so they can relax first at home.

My youngest son sat on the dining table with his cell phone, occasionally tidying up strands of fluttering hair in an impolite position to see. I looked at him sedu, if Kalista tried to understand me.

"Calista, put the HP down."

Hearing the unpleasant words heard early in the morning, my son clucked bitterly and turned to his brother. "What's wrong, anyway?"

"Lo was taught no manners?"

Then, the boy immediately turned his attention to me, as if signaling over what his sister had said earlier. I never taught him manners, but I knew Kalista should be aware of his attitude, not everything needs to be taught, right? We'll understand as time goes on.

"Why did you look at Mama?" sahut I did not hesitate to unite his gaze even with a bad eyelid. "Are you not in school?"

Kalista replied, "Tok so throw responsibility?" Which made us quiet, not knowing what to say.

Fathan exhaled, trying to speak as calmly as possible to his sister who was in the worst mood. Kalista always wanted to be understood, but I didn't know if she saw me as her mother or not, was she trying to understand me, or at least did she not think about the possibility of why I was being so hard on her once in a while?

"Kalista, I asked you to put the HP first because it is not polite. In front of us there is food, there is Mama too. Later again HPnya, yes," obviously my son trying to tell him. "So this, you are free to play HP or do anything again."

His little sister smiled, finally she according to what her brother said by putting a cell phone on the surface of the table. His ten fingers on the pedestal of his face, he looked at me and Fathan in turn as if to convince us that attention was being placed entirely on us.

In order to continue the conversation, my mouth was held back upon the arrival of a middle-aged man from his room. He looked messy with his sweatshirt and his eyes being ruffled, as if he had just realized what was in front of him, my husband stopped at the dinner table.

"Well, where's my coffee?"

"Forgot," I replied, deliberately acting angry because of last night's incident. "Mending a shower first, it's noon."

"No, make my coffee first."

"Just wake up already noisy," said Kalista who succeeded in making my husband's emotions increase.

"What were you talking about?"

"Yes, Dad. I'm making the coffee now, breakfast first."

After cutting off the conversation, I finally approached the stove with the intention of brewing a cup of coffee. The packaging was torn slowly, the milk coffee powder was poured into a small cup waiting for the hot water inside.

Not wanting to waste any time, I lit the stove with a larger than usual fire in order for the boiled water to quickly ripen. While waiting for the steam to float, I turned around and monitored them from a distance while silent to hear the continuation of my husband and children who might prolong the problem.

"Today Fathan equals Kalista his schedule extracurricular, Well. Fathan was in uniform again because of his English Club exclusion. If Kalista exkulnya karate," the answer represents the younger brother.

Feeling out of his sight, my husband replied, "Well, it's good that his brother studied English again. How does his brother even defend himself? Could anyway?"

"Can," he said sure. "I've also been following his excursion from a long time, I'm the one who just found out." Then, my son sipped a glass of water that was beside him.

No one spoke after that. Fathan also chose his attention to be replaced to a bowl of lettuce that I had served, his tongue tasted various flavors from a pile of fruit tainted with mayonnaise and a sprinkling of grated cheese. Meanwhile, his sister chose to play her spoon in the bowl of lettuce hers as well.

Cahyo was bluffing, "There's the coffee! Waiting for that too."

"Yes, this is again made, Father," I said quietly as I stirred the coffee, hurriedly taking it to the dinner table so that Fathan and Kalista would not be disturbed again.

Getting what he expected, my husband silenced while glancing at what was presented at the table. Seeing lettuce as breakfast this morning, Cahyo took his share to enjoy the dish by drinking a glass of water first.

"Just like me, right?" Fathan looked at the woman next to him. "We're home in the afternoon, yeah."

"Oh, I'm off with Biyan" replied my son who made us exchange ideas. "His return was also accompanied by him, really. You go alone, yeah."

"Udah tell me the guy?"

"Udah, keralem."

Feeling that something was wrong, my husband was provoked to follow the topic he heard earlier. "Who's Biyan? Never horrified," he said to make me and Fathan had a look.

"The victory is Kalista" replied Fathan first.

"Male?"

The calista beside him nodded. Seeing his son agree, his head then shook his head, refusing what his son would do this morning.

"No way, go with Fathan."

"Currently, can't. Partly I have also made a deal with him," Kalista replied to deny it raw, still want to be with his classmates. "Not going anywhere, straight to school."

"Yes, same with Fathan. Fathan is also a boy, brother lo. It makes no difference that the nebeng in Biyan Biyan is."

"No, I'm with Biyan."

"Morning don't make noise, I said it doesn't mean no. If you say never submissive, mostly play HP!" my husband shouted at his breakfast.

I panicked, not knowing who to defend. On the other hand, there is no harm if my son leaves with his friend. Likewise, I was also treated badly by my husband, it is natural that I support my son. But I was also afraid of confronting Cahyo.

"Anything is wrong HP mulu. Okay, it's up to you. I'm leaving!"

"Kalista, you old man talk first!"

"WHISPER!"