Learning to Be a Mother

20. Blamed.

Unfortunately, after my departure from the counseling room by sharing a sweet smile. My son was not found in the School Health Unit section, the school bag he was carrying was also not there, the room was empty uninhabited with a few snacks around the table. Looks like Kalista was there before. Did he come home first?

I approached the area, looking for clues as to whether my son had been here and where he had gone.

"Sorry, Mother. What else to look for?"

My body was facing the origin of the voice, accepting the presence of a schoolgirl in free clothes who questioned my existence here. Seeing her followed by a lady dressed in doctor clothes, I smiled slightly, maybe they are the person in charge of this place.

"So I asked my son to rest here, but the time of dysusulin was not there. His name is Kalista, anyone know?"

The one who asked me nodded enthusiastically. "So Kalista took a break here, ma'am. This is what I call the doctor's mom to check, but I also just found out she's gone. He was here the same."

"Yemen?"

Head nodded. "Turkey."

All I have in mind is his name, the name of the man I warned my son about. Did Biyan bring him home or did Kalista ask for his help? In this bitter state, my son might run to the deck of people who are still considered foreign to me.

I haven't been able to trust Kalista to her. Not without reason, if I have not been able to take care of my child properly, what if Kalista is in the wrong hands?

Proving their words were true or not, I finally walked out of the room while looking for the first child's name contact who turned out to be online. Not wanting to wait, I touched the phone button and the phone connected telepathically between me and Fathan.

"Hello."

"Fathan, is your brother home?"

"Yes, Ma. Just now, this again diobatin same Biyan."

"Don't do a lot of interaction, you also take care of his sister later afraid of why. Bring it to eat."

"Yes, Ma. Fathan takein eat."

I closed the call with a heavy breath. That good parenting that I had heard her explanation suddenly froze out of nowhere, I did not put that topic into what just happened now. I can't neutralize what good effects Kalista can have if Biyan is around, I can't.

He will definitely trouble my son, my anger is passionate and ready to nag him later at home. You son of a bitch, he's underestimating my presence again, isn't he? Again I was not considered, again I was less important than the foreign men who were with him at home.

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When I got home, I could not cultivate my expression as best I could to look good in the eyes of the guests. My emotions were too high, when this door was opened it turned out that what my eldest son said was indeed true. Still with Biyan beside the pondering Kalista did not know what to think.

"Mom look for you here and there."

The man who felt entitled to represent my son also stood up, he faced me with an occasional gaze still lowered. "Sorry, Aunt. I took it home."

"You brought it home? Who do you think you are?"

Biyan gave a small nod, then greeted Fathan briefly as a final farewell greeting, and left the place with the rest of the ring of motorbike departures heard from inside the house. He actually left that caused a breath from my son.

"Mama shouldn't have said that to Biyan, it's not good to be horrified."

"How dare you say it like Mama?"

"Ma, Kalista is like this again."

"I asked for help to be taken home with Biyan, not Biyan who brought me home. He's looking for alesan so I don't get scolded by Mama," she explained, making me speechless. "I'm tired, Ma. Take a break."

I exhaled, following him into the room that the Brother helped me in. I can't just make him pass by, he has to understand, I'm worried about him.

"You're angry because Natasha mocked your parents but you're like this to Mama?"

Fathan helped her to break down, making sure she was in a comfortable position before her body was covered in a blanket. Then, he rubbed his sister's head, then left without a word even though I was in front of him as well.

I approached my son, seeing how severe his condition was despite doing what made me angry. Maybe I shouldn't have been so rude as before, but somehow I was sorry to see him with that man, as if it wasn't time for my son to be close to a friend of the opposite sex.

"Dizziness not his head?"

Kalista shook his head expressionlessly. Not scowling but not happy too, his gaze was blank staring at the ceiling of the room, his behavior seemed to need time alone without the descent of questions that would be borne because of his behavior at the school earlier.

I exhaled. "You shouldn't have to play with other people, especially Natasha is also a rich person. We're just the potluck, people are bound to submit to the same power."

"Oh, so Mama wants more shame even though Mama's self-esteem goes down?" my son's reply was unexpected. "Although yes, I will not be that easy to submit to Natasha. Natasya it's nothing, besides we are not difficult people. I don't want this family economy, I just do what I'm supposed to do."

"Hit people?"

Kalista looked sick of hearing it, she turned to me with a frown on her forehead. "Yes, I know what I'm doing wrong. But Mama doesn't have to defend Natasya all the time, does she? As if what I did was wrong."

"Mistakenly wrong!"

"Dad is so to Mama!"

After that, no one spoke anymore. Neither I, Kalista, nor someone who did not open the door. We shut each other up, no one wants to prolong the problem anymore. I no longer looked at my son, but turned my attention to the person who had heard our conversation earlier.

My body was successfully sculpted because of its presence. The one wearing the black shirt with his sharp glances was staring at us, the one with the highest posture with the most anger among the members of this family. I was shocked when we looked at each other for a long time.

I was hypnotized, my body couldn't move. I could not make my son aware of his presence and could not ask him to leave with my voice to her. Every finger trembled until both hands relaxed. My head could only turn to Kalista, he followed my gaze to the door of the room with almost the same reaction.

We were both surprised to see Cahyo there.