Learning to Be a Mother

25. Futsal.

As the children and I gathered in the same place again, as the cloud of cloudiness swept aside their presence, there was a breath of relief from the seat that I could see from opposite us. He looked relieved and rejoicing in his heart, proof that the hand immediately took the phone that I had given when Cahyo hid it.

Neither I nor Fathan, we both glanced at the youngest member of the family smiling to ourselves. Looks like my son's good day is not completely gone, even though half his day was wasted due to the presence of heavy rain, the woman who close her clothes now seems to still have the intention of having fun.

"Where are you going, anyway?" ask Fathan to open the topic.

As if being called out for getting ready, my son turned his head to answer for a moment, "There, deh. Play with temen."

"You've been picked up by Biyan?" I followed the conversation, getting myself involved in there presenting a breath of my son.

"Yes, I'll be there soon."

Justright. After Kalista made a sound, another sound was heard that formed the noise from the motorcycle horn in front of the house. Thinking about it from here it was clear who it was, so I drove my son to the door with the most protective behavior.

I watched them from a distance. Starting from the bogo helmet that the boy wore for him, continued to lower the footstep of the vehicle he was carrying earlier. I'm really investigating their interactions, smiles that somehow can just pop out of sight when I look at each other, when when I look at my son it's not that easy that the rainbow that expands on his face appears, right?

I snorted, let alone looked at the Calistas who were secretly carried away by feelings that I myself could not envy from the interaction that. His name is also a child. Maybe that's how they managed to understand each other.

Then, the motorcycle drove at a speed according to standards. Leaving my hand in place without approaching the two, I tried to understand the condition of my son and the man who was with him. Maybe they have a promise to get to know each other better.

Suddenly I remembered the incident at the minimarket at that time, when I went to the cashier who instead found Biyan with other women. I forgot to find out and guess who the girls were, I should have been able to make their existence yesterday as a warning for Kalista as well.

"Clearned!"

Yes, this is not the time to adapt to the smell of wet soil earlier. I stepped inside the house without having to confirm the departure of Biyan and Kalista. Hearing my name called Cahyo, I immediately approached her who was in the kitchen area.

This time I was cheated again. I thought we were the only ones occupying the dining table, but my husband's attention was entirely put at the center point of his beloved laptop. Instead of stopping his activities, my husband acted more focused as if I was just a shadow of a light creature that disturbed his concentration.

"More."

I glanced at the object, looking at the company's sales statistics that were up and down irregularly. It seems like the company went bankrupt slowly, no wonder my husband since yesterday seemed busy taking care of it. Full of meetings until it replaces a poor peer performance, it must have been tough for Cahyo who made it a frequent emotion at home.

"Gue there will be further discussions for cooperation with each department head, this is sudden, so from tomorrow it will go home late."

I exhale, again will often be left by my husband. Not that I don't allow it, I'm just sad because I've been lonely lately. Even though the children were at home at night, it didn't mean they could erase my grief as well. Moreover, my relationship with them is also not arguably good now, we are gradually awkward because of the small cons.

Finally, my head just nodded, agreeing with Cahyo's words. Then, his activities continued again, assuming as if my presence is not important with a laptop brought into his lap. Sometimes, I wonder if there is a wife who feels abandoned by her husband? Can this be said to be wrong or should it be?

If I say miss, will Cahyo take off her laptop now? Should I try? Maybe I should try, my husband shouldn't be working on holidays, right? She always spends her time alone without me by her side, as if I were a maid who was told to prepare her needs.

"Ma."

"Well?"

My question meant to ask my son's business here, but his father turned his head with a less pleasant gaze.

"Coc what? Let her son come here."

I sighed softly. "Why, Fathan?" ulang slowly.

"This time I can't futsal, Ma?"

"Say afternoon," I replied quickly, I dislike this sudden change of schedule the most. "Where the hell are you? Don't change the time!"

"Yes, all of a sudden they're talking now."

As I sighed, my husband seemed interested in our conversation. He noticed his first child, removed the electronic device and changed position to someone who listened.

"Futsal in a normal place?" my husband extended. "The rain's gone, huh?"

"Udah, Dad."

"Yes, be careful playing."

Then I refuted, "No, Fathan can't play. Tomorrow's school, tomorrow's exam. Later play it. Get in the room now!"

"Fathan futsal aja, play with his friends before the test there."

"Well!" I accidentally yelled at him. "You're his son wants a test also not forbidden even permitted, Kalista's turn to play no game."

"Calistas go out every day" my husband replied quickly. "To the outside is the same as men again, Fathan wants to play with his friends. Yeah, different."

"Yes, but Kalista also went outside because he finished his group work on Saturday. Hence now it is fine before the test."

"Gue didn't want to know, Fathan went out the same and it wasn't wrong. Teach your daughter, if you are told that the wayward mulu is not like her brother,"

I exhaled, Cahyo even compared between Brother and sister which would definitely make Fathan speechless to feel guilty already asking. I saw her moody, no longer seemed eager to meet her friends.

Then, my first child moved closer to his world again, entering the room with the door closed slowly. Neither me nor my husband, there was no sound. He also returned to his activities with the laptop.

I'm just afraid Fathan can't focus on the next day. Futsal has always been a distraction or distraction for my son, his emotions being vented there so I don't know what happened to him. Last time, I found him in a fight with another futsal kid. No wonder I forbid it, right? I'm worried too.