Learning to Be a Mother

16. With The Others.

After the dirty dishes were washed clean, my husband decided to take a shower before continuing his work with the electronics. Meanwhile, I was made busy cleaning up the messy stuff. Sweeping, mopping, also tidying up children's rooms that are still not neat.

Arriving at the yard of the house, there was the sound of a motorcycle roar that stopped in front of the fence. Kulirik a little, it turns out there is someone who really intends to visit our house. I took off my tongue broom, I walked while improving my appearance to look fresh.

"Tante," he said before me. "You're picking up the Kalista."

"Oh, the calendar is gone." I'd be happy to see him right will take my son. "Udah departed from earlier, he walked alone. Sorry, yeah ...," I obviously scratched the nape that wasn't itchy.

Hearing my opposite words to his purpose here, the man nodded politely. "It's okay, Auntie. Then, Biyan first, yes."

"Biyan, hold on."

I prevented him from leaving, made the boy cancel his vehicle starter again. As if waiting for the next word from me, I finally said, "I want to ask, are you interested in Kalista?"

Biyan did not answer for a few minutes, his reaction seemed confused as if he wanted to say what with a look to and fro looking for answers. Maybe he intended to answer directly, but was afraid I was raving at length about how dangerous the association of children today.

"It's okay if you're interested in my son, but please know the limits, yes. I don't want Kalista to come home late or not focus on the school," I said to advise him for a moment. "You're both learning."

Then, his lips developed a smile. Feeling understood, Biyan nodded once more. "False, Aunt. Biyan knows the limit, then Biyan leaves, Tan."

"Be careful, Biyan."

My opponent said thank you, he turned on his bike again with the intention of leaving the place. After sharing one another's final smile, the vehicle carried him away with an increasingly distant shadow. As if it was ingrained, I waved my hand as a farewell greeting.

I exhaled, dragged the fence back and entered the house. At the place where the guests were waiting for the host, there was my faithful husband with his beloved laptop there. He seemed focused before I occupied the same sofa.

"Who was outside?"

"Biyan, it's Kalista."

Cahyo looked at me. "Well, really pick him up?"

My head nodded, making the man beside me shake lightly. Maybe he thinks 'there are only children today', but to me everything is natural. Even if they are not in a relationship or do not feel the same way, at least they are good friends. I'm glad that Kalista found her happiness outside with my knowledge.

"If Kalista deket same Biyan, it's okay, Dad?"

"Yes, it's okay. As long as they know the limits, I took it to Biyan. He said he understood" I said as he was.

Cahyo smiled slightly, returning her attention to the laptop again. "Lo talking to him doesn't mean he's going to talk to you. I'm also a man, I know what men think."

My eyelids are narrowing. "What is a man's mind like?" I investigated, intending to bring her towards a topic that made us chuckle at each other despite only spending a minute.

My husband exhaled. "Whatever. Most importantly, I told you. Make it ahead if anything is not my fault, yes. I've already told you."

Instead of getting an answer that made us hold back laughter, I was made to silence suffocation. That's not what I want to hear. I also know the risks, but that's not the response I expected.

Seeking diversion, I finally got up from where I was sitting. Step into the room to pull the navy cardigan hanging from the hanger in the closet, put it on, then preen a little to make it look neat. I also brought my hand purse, then left unnoticed by my husband who was still focused on his work.

I will go to the minimarket only, shopping for small necessities in an effort to get rid of bad feelings. I intend to buy snacks and snacks for stock at home as well, lucky that place is not far from my home. So to get there, I just had dark flip-flops around my lens here and there.

It seems that now almost nine o'clock in the morning, the sun is increasingly upholding its position with the light that began to scorch. I'm angry, it feels like these hairs are blocking my neck's freedom to feel cold. I could see my reflection when I turned my head, plus there were a lot of vehicles passing by that made me dizzy.

Arriving on the spot, I opened the entrance which caused the hanging bell to ring. My arrival unites the palm of the cashier guard, he welcomes with the most friendly smile with a greeting stored in the heart. He knows me, I know him.

I continued the journey. Looking at the latest products on display in front of the store, also had a glance at some makeup products that are being crowded with many people. But I didn't take it, I would just put some food and drinks into the shopping cart that was already provided.

I took some. Starting from; a packet of spicy chips, a bread torn chocolate cheese favorite Kalista, a box of milk chocolate Fathan favorite, also some milk coffee packaging, and instant noodles that are getting thinned at home. While making sure what I bought was enough, I went around this place to the corner of the room.

Feeling certain, I finally moved back to where my presence had arrived. However, looking at someone who was not a stranger, I immediately undo the intention, and take a good look at who the person I was referring to was. As I recall, I did not have eyes with minus that were myopic or myopic long-range.

But if what I'm seeing is true, I've been kept quiet by being there with another woman. No, he's not my husband. He was a kind guest who would take my son to school, wasn't that Biyan?

Judging from after the uniform and his head that turned earlier, I did not look wrong. She is actually Biyan, Biyan in a high school white ash uniform with a black jacket covering her school logo. But that was not what made me misfocus, but rather the presence of a familiar-looking woman by his side.

I thought that woman was Kalista, but she wasn't. I don't know him either, for sure they look the same age in the same uniform. Maybe they are just classmates, but I don't know if Biyan is also easy to get along with other girls. I mean, I thought that Kalista was the only one.

Seeing this, I doubted my trust in him. I'll have to watch them later.