Learning to Be a Mother

18. Tumultuously.

After hearing him argue last night, I got to thinking about what he said as well. Is it possible that all this is too long to be established as husband and wife? Was Cahyo and I too long to stay at home with Fathan and Kalista here?

Indeed, sometimes I was depressed, silent with thousands of screams from my husband who had difficulty controlling emotions, also silenced even though what he said was not necessarily true. I'm not that brave to retaliate, to tell him what he should have done.

The wife always submits to the husband, that is the principle Cahyo to me that was built since we married. Before we had a more serious relationship, I never imagined how much Cahyo would change after we got married, how good Cahyo would be after having children.

However, I was aghast until now when I heard it was still closing my ears. He did not want to admit wrongdoing, he just wanted to win the debate even though he bore shame in every conversation. From the Cahyo that I met many aspects of romance, now it is Cahyo who does not have time to be sweet.

I exhale, I am learning to be a mother until now. Maybe Cahyo was like that but never seen in my eyes, maybe Cahyo also learned to be a father until now.

This Saturday my kids are enjoying their day off. After helping me wash my clothes, Fathan took his break at the dinner table with a cell phone with a brown jam loaf of bread on his desk. Meanwhile, her sister .. I forgot. He said today Kalista would finish her group task, so I let her go this morning.

Meanwhile, my husband took overtime for today in his office. Cahyo replaced his friend who did not enter today, because he did not want any information missed, finally my husband left early before Kalista went outside the house.

Washing dishes, sweeping, folding piles of dry clothes into my breakfast this morning. If the clothes business is never finished, I complain more about this one homework. But how else, this has become my responsibility at home, right?

Before long, I heard a phone ring from my phone that I knew. Fathan also told me through his gaze, then I hurriedly searched where my phone was that was hit by a sofa pillow.

I didn't get to see who was calling, I thought it was very important because rarely does anyone call early in the morning. So just connect it.

"Hello" I said first.

"Hello, what is this about Baras?"

My head reflexes. "Yes, this is with me, Baras."

"I am Irma, counseling teacher at Kalista school. Looks like there was a fight at school between Kalista and her friends, I hope you can fulfill the call to school now, yes."

"Oh, yes. I'm going there now. Thanks, Mom."

Then the call was turned off, my response inviting the attention of Fathan who turned to question what and who was calling.

"The teacher is Kalista."

His forehead shriveled. "It's a holiday, Ma. How's phone?"

I pretended not to know. "I don't know, but there was a call asked there. Mama's going there now."

"You want Fathan Temenin, Ma?"

My head is shaking, it seems like carrying Fathan is not a good thing. There could be a debate that continues, I also do not want to bring the problem of home to my son's school. I did not know well how Fathan at school, which I heard he was very obedient and a lot of silence. But it would be different if it all dealt with the younger brother.

I didn't understand what had happened, but hearing Kalista was involved in the quarrel there, I had a small crackle. I thought the boy learned from what he had done since yesterday, but he was making a noise at school instead.

...***...

Once there, I thought public attention wouldn't focus on me. However, they were very glancing at my presence as if my presence was the one who was eagerly awaited, it could be the one who was considered as the person in charge of what happened in this school.

Being contacted directly to the counseling room, then I went to that place which was not far enough. Throughout the school hallway, some students were increasingly seen piling up until I reached the front of the room I was going to with the teenagers who were trying to peek.

I remember it was a holiday, but there were a lot of students today. Not wanting to waste a lot of time and not wanting to raise a lot of questions, I finally entered the room and quickly closed the door as someone tried to hear the conversation inside.

"Mom Barrel, please sit."

First, I saw my son sitting opposite another teenager. Kalista was completely pouted, his hands still clenched firmly with a messy appearance condition. His long hair is no longer neat, his eyes also look damp with a face decorated with bruised stains on the cheeks.

I did not have time to observe the other party and directly occupied the chair, in front of me was a woman wearing glasses with the name tag 'Irma' on her clothes. Meanwhile, next to my place was occupied by another woman who looked luxurious and most likely was a guardian of the child opposite Kalista.

"Before, I explained first, yes. Today the school is declared a public holiday and admission for students who follow additional extracurricular or students who have a group work schedule, this morning the school was rowdy because of the quarrels from both parties that I have gathered here.

"Kalista and Natasha. Based on the students who were around them, Kalista considered first to play hands with Natasya. Is that true, Kalista?"

Neither I nor the questioner, we both looked back with dismay that filled the mind. He seemed nervous, afraid, even I doubted that my son could endure his condition to speak truthfully.

"Is that true, Kalista?"

"Yes," answered my son with a loud glare that had not yet departed from his sharp eyes to a child named Natasha. "Before he mocked about my parents."

"Scoffs?" Ms. Irma repeated, "Natasha, why are you mocking Kalista's parents?"

"Yes, not ridiculing his name. I'm just kidding, he's the only one that's taken seriously!" reply the boy with a look of disdain for him. "It must be in his house tense mulu."

"What were you talking about?"

"Kalista," I called him and then he took his place again, not necessarily he immediately ambushed as if Natasya was the best victim ever lost. "It's rude of you to say so to someone else."

"Well, that's why having a child is guarded dong, ma'am. Don't take anything seriously, this kasian my son until battered, you know. Her lips were torn, oh .. my sonuu," said the woman next to me. "This will in her house must be fighting with her husband, yes. So the impact on the child, nihh."

This time my patience was tested. Both mother and son turned out to be the same, both hobbies say spicy with the intention of reversing the position of his mistake. I'm upset with the people who are with me now, but I make sure it's not about those who will submit, but rather the condition of my son that must be treated immediately.