Learning to Be a Mother

21. I Hate Daddy!

"Assalamualaik."

Cahyo came home from work, still with a black bag that he carried away now back to the place of the dispute. He came back sooner because today only replaced his colleague who took leave, coincidentally some work has also been done by his friend at home.

While taking off his black pantofel shoes, the man glanced at the clockwork caged inside the watch. Usually after saying greetings there will be a woman who welcomes him, spouts questions repeatedly, and offers.

"Want coffee or tea, Dad?"

However, what was expected was not to approach either. Cahyo exhaled, her feelings a bit sad now. Although it was only eleven o'clock in the afternoon, but he was hoping to meet his wife now. Because Cahyo is really tired.

"Clearned!"

One step into the house, which he met was the first child who was contemplating in the living room. Cahyo looked at her expressionlessly, while Fathan was surprised to see her coming home so quickly. Pimicking his face like a flaming fire alarm, he panicked but could not do much.

Tumbens. Usually when the woman can not welcome him home, he will be seen in the living room while folding clothes or kitchen with his back turned due to cooking. Was he in the bathroom or left without telling?

"Where's your mom?" tanya Cahyo was exactly collecting the debt.

Fathan was unsettled after the conversation between Mom and her sister was heard all the way outside the room. Understanding the situation, the man clucked and immediately threw his bag onto the sofa. Just returned home has been presented the atmosphere of the broken ship.

"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."

The door opened slowly, revealing his wife sitting on the last child's bed while looking at him seriously. They seemed to be full of emotion statistics of each, the proof was Laras to the point of not realizing the door was open which presented her husband's presence there.

"Oh, so Mama wants more shame even though Mama's self-esteem goes down?" reply his son impressed defiant. "If it were, I wouldn't 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 glanced at her mother for a moment with a frowning 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!"

The man blinked at his son's last words. Both the speaker, listener, and audience are silent until they distract each other. This child is not taught manners, like living in a mud pit abandoned by his parents. Does he not know it's lucky?

That was Cahyo's mind. Who had just come home expecting a cup of coffee was actually given a more bitter than the drink, namely reality. The man's grip on the doorknob grew louder, his breathing was also irregular until both pairs of eyes between husband and wife were met.

Kalista saw his mother who was surprised by something. Trying to find an answer, his head turned but it was slower than Cahyo's movement that entered the room. Realizing his father came home and hearing what he said earlier, Kalista was wide-eyed when Cahyo pulled her hand as well.

His right hand was pulled so that the woman's body was forcibly seated. Barrel panicked, as did Kalista whose condition inched in cold sweat as his father stared at his last child as the gaze of a savage beast chased after prey.

"FATHAN!"

How shocked when the child's ears were pulled strong by the Father. Of course Kalista screamed in pain, even her legs split to and fro asking for anyone's help. He suffered, his ears bruised and red before his brother came to separate them.

"DAD, IT'S OVER!"

"Please!"

Fathan took off his father's grip from Kalista, made the man snort and pointed to his last child, who was immediately embraced by the mother.

"If you dare to say that again!" threatening Cahyo managed to make her son cry profusely.

"Where is HP? Here!"

"Living room!" peekik his son does not care.

Foolish time with what his father would do. Want the phone slammed, discarded, or even destroyed Kalista will not rub. If a cell phone is the cause of his father's constant nagging, he'd rather lose his phone than continue to be treated this cruel.

Then, Cahyo went outside from the room. Leaving his wife and children who were shocked because of the man's behavior. Kalista was still crying in her mother's warm embrace, shedding tears considering how rude the father who suddenly treated her like that had been.

Kalista knew, his words should not come out. But can his father tell him in a good way? Can Kalista be advised and get a swab on the softest hair? He waited for his father to do that all this time, he always tried to understand his father's feelings as well.

Perhaps, there was a lot of work piling up in Cahyo's office. Maybe his feelings are bad for today, maybe he also wants time alone without involving his family members. That's how Kalista thought, also dreaming that his father is not that bad. There must be many external factors that make him always angry inside the house.

However, after what happened. It is very difficult to make his feelings defeat logic, it is difficult to overcome the pain of the physical and inner that is thrown by his parents just like that. If Kalista is wrong and is a useless child, the father should guide and the mother should also guide.

If you can't manage your time or don't know how, give your kids freedom. Parental restraints do not make children learn from their mistakes, nagging also does not make children deterred and apologize. Give children knowledge, guide, and respect their feelings.

Laras hugged Kalista's body tightly, hoping that the incident did not make his son hate his father even more. Laras knew what Cahyo had done was too late, he had to talk to her later. The man should not move arbitrarily, it could be Kalista makes it a trauma whose wounds are difficult to heal.

As Kalista's mouthful glimmered, "I hate Dad."