Learning to Be a Mother

27. Hugs For Weird.

"Fathan is not wrong."

I exhaled, for example, not accepting the response from him that said as good as heart. Heard from the words that amounted to four words only, he considered as if what happened at school was just a child's quarrel.

The man was acting observing, moving in search of information that the three of us were likely hiding. Between me, Fathan, and Kalista sitting in front of him right now, I was the only one who spoke up a lot and explained what was happening in the counseling teacher's report.

Luckily Cahyo was in a good mood, so it wasn't as rash or as noisy as we used to be. He looks neutral today, not knowing because Fathan made the first mistake or did not want to make the problem bigger. In fact, I'm calmer now.

"You kicked your tummy?"

The first question was directed to my son, his head was still faithfully lowered from waking up from sleep until faced with his father now. Perhaps his guilt was over mine, he seemed to be trying to explain his circumstances as well.

"Yes, Dad. Fathan nendang tummy temen Fathan. At that time it was again a test, but the guy was even cool to chat for answers. Dyingetin once, he even mengeledek continued scribbling Fathan's test paper. That's fighting."

"Kok you didn't say your paper was also doodled?" I then participated, breaking through their conversation because I was already upset. "You didn't say that to Mama."

"Sorry."

"Because Big Brother didn't give me a chance to say."

"Whisper!" Cahyo warned her other child, turning her head with furrowed eyebrows. "No need to talk."

Kalista acted 'Yes already' with her arms crossed, letting her hands fold neatly across her chest while watching us perform the dramas on every television channel.

My daughter did seem to enjoy our conversation, as if the one in front of her was an important educational spectacle to watch right now. However, it was not the time to take care of the child now. We have to discuss this issue carefully.

Next, my husband took a piece of paper that became evidence of his first child's warning letter. As punishment and an important lesson for the final High School class kid, Fathan instantly receives a second warning letter with a note containing indecent treatment; violence and disrupting his study activities or his classmate's exam.

Read the letter carefully, even Cahyo intention to use his glasses that are usually worn when working from home only. A few seconds later, his head shook repeatedly as if to say 'There is a child on this one'.

"You got this letter too?"

This time, it was Fathan's turn to shake slowly. Stating the answer as best as possible without creating sparks that could make his father's emotions turbulent.

"No, Dad."

"What's that?" Cahyo seemed to be inadmissive.

I exhaled, but my actions attracted the attention of Cahyo who happened to understand that I knew the reason. So he tilted his head at me, making every single one of these family members' attention centered at one point, my presence being their central presence here.

"Well, is that his teacher?"

My head nodded, answering so he could understand my children's condition in the future.

"Why?"

"He's the son of someone more capable than we are" I said without detracting from or exaggerating the information. "He is also considered a victim in this matter."

As if a heavy puff of breath became a rolling action, Cahyo finally did the same to me. His glasses were placed after the paper was put again, my husband's forehead was massaged by himself like a headache facing a problem that could not be controlled by him.

"Udah, Fathan now rest in the dalem."

At first, I was shocked and could breathe a sigh of relief. No matter how lucky I am and my children are now, we are free from this discussion without a shout from the head of the family who used to make the whole house shake.

Unfortunately, Kalista was really hard to keep his mouth shut. Hearing his son repeat the words of the father, the man turned his head as if asking for further explanation for his words earlier.

"If I'm the one with the problem, it's got to be diomelin. Fathan's turn to get into trouble was told to rest, but he was worse than me."

"Better?" It was Cahyo's turn to repeat the sentence earlier. "Lo said your brother was worse but you said so, not really. Who's worse, right?"

"Fathan is wrong, tuh!" reply my son does not want to lose, his sitting position is changed now. "Fathan kicked people's bellies, while I just thickened what I was doing! We are different."

"Lo's proud to say what's going on?"

Kalista was aghast to hear Cahyo say so, as if what his interlocutor was doing was shifting the topic. He would still retaliate, daring to clash words until his emotions were completely at the top.

"No, deh. Daddy's favorite son is always real."

"Calistas."

"Oh, yes, obviously. Fathan's class champion, submissive, not much of a whim, not a lot of exits!"

"YES, I WAS WRONG!"

"Dad."

I immediately pulled my husband's arm, preventing him from following the girl into the room with a door slam. His head managed to boil over the behavior of his youngest child now, even the roar of his breath was irregular and then cast a check on my hand earlier.

"Let's see your kid's behavior now, right? From the beginning, this is what it is! So I'm not being lo!"

"Well, Mama's not wrong."

"What?" Cahyo approached who said the words earlier, even his hand then pulled the collar of the child's shirt that made me hysterical asking to be released quickly. "LO IF IT CAN'T BE ANYTHING DON'T MAKE TROUBLE!"

"DAD, IT'S OVER!"

My husband throws his son's body rough, then vents his emotions on another subject. Neither I, Fathan, nor Kalista who had suddenly come out of his room were equally surprised at what this man was doing now.

Whether it was my fault or what his purpose was to do that, I was stunned when this head was dragged as his hands grabbed my unraveled hair. He forcibly pulled her, causing a terrible panic until Kalista ran and intervened to stop her father.

"Well, peeling!"

"Don't you all this time you've just been mincing my money. You just want to benefit me and ruin my life through these lo kids, right? NGAKU LO!"

"DAD!"

Kalista seemed to be trying as hard as possible to remove Cahyo's hand from my hair, as well as Fathan who seemed to pull his father's body from behind. Meanwhile, I can only endure the pain and hope that this is all over or make this my nightmare, Oh my God. Wake me up now.

As if hearing my plea, Cahyo removed the pull with behavior that was still out of control. Feeling angry and resentful about the situation, my husband immediately left the place with a door slam that exceeded his son.

Here we are, hugging for the weird that floods with tears drenching the cheeks. In the night that refused to be quiet with the rain that would not stop, we let go of what had happened, my hands were directed to rub their heads while hugging one by one my children who looked tormented by his father's treatment earlier.

After what happened just now, I can make sure our circumstances will not be easy to interact again. There will be adjustments, strong adaptations to be able to understand each other about each other's needs. Between me, my husband, and my children in this family.