Learning to Be a Mother

32. The Uninvited.

Half an hour later, we regrouped in the living room; me, Fathan, and Kalista were busy with their respective activities without opening up any topics to talk about. I grab a few snacks at the table, my son occasionally reads and writes something in a book, while the latter kid seems busy playing on a cell phone.

Secretly, I was guessing who would come as his friend Kalista to this house. All this time who visited our house with the identity of Kalista's friend only Biyan, no SD or Junior High School friends who visited to just ask for news or ask for help.

Was he the kid he had a fight with yesterday at school? If the name is not wrong Natasya, it could be that the two get along and actually make friends, right? Like most soap operas that appear on television. If that's the case, I'm happy to hear that she's making peace with the people at school.

My last child was easy to blend in. However, he was not in any scope of friendship. Kalista is known alone, but can be friends with anyone— I do not know if it is his choice or he is indeed less approached by people around. If Kalista doesn't mind, I think it's okay.

We have not enjoyed lunch today, I intend to invite his friend to eat together while chatting lightly. However, I did not say it, deliberately to impress more friendly and open in front of them.

Before long, my daughter put her phone on the table. He looks more cheerful than before as if the expected arrived, then Kalista moves out of the house. It was her hope that made me and Fathan look at each other.

"Well, let's go in. Sorry for the mess."

I snarl for a second, my son says this house is a mess? Though he did not touch any items to tidy up the state of this room, but could have said so to the first guest who came.

"Karin."

My emotions ran low after seeing who came, the sweet girl who once gave me a box of warm fried bananas for her move here. I then stood up, welcoming him with a sparkling gaze while receiving greetings from him.

"Mother, yes this is Karina," she answered smiling kindly.

Kalista looked cynically at us in turn, as if only knowing that Karina and I knew each other before being introduced.

"You know, anyway?"

"There, deh," Karina's reply made me smile.

Realizing that Fathan had been sitting still, I helped him get up to be introduced. Both Karina and Fathan, they seemed nervous because they first faced between a woman and a man directly in front of me.

"Karina. This is Mom's first child, her name is Fathan," I said, turning the attention to my son again, "Fathan, this is Karina, she just moved into this house last week."

My son was misbehaved, confused about what to reply with gestures I had never seen before. I laughed so hard to see him so embarrassed.

"Then, Mama never saw Fathan like this."

"No, Ma. Fathan to the room first."

The man fled into the room, leaving the three of us in place without a word. Both I, Kalista, and Karina both sighed in rotation. Then, I let them continue their activities or play wherever they want.

I nodded steadily, of course I could. In addition to making new friends, my son will learn more from Karina, who knows his attitude was also friendly and more according to—I don't expect many—as long as Cahyo is not at home, nothing will disturb him.

I smiled sweetly. However, my good wishes did not seem to last long. Kalista's smile loosened as if someone had come uninvited, no longer happy when the knock on the door was heard which followed a step of someone else's arrival into this house.

I thought my husband came home sooner or something my son had forgotten, but my guess was wrong. There were other people who came to visit our house besides Karina, a woman with a clear appearance of having a higher caste than this family. His face was not unfamiliar, like he had seen it somewhere.

"City ...."

"Eh, Natasha."

Oh, yes Natasha. The child who once sat side by side with Kalista in the counseling room, who was involved in a fight at school with my son. This is indeed him, he seems to have the first impression that easily underestimates people.

"Aren't I late?"

Karina shook her head slowly. "No, kok. Not yet started learning."

"No, there's him, anyway?" Kalista looked at him irritatedly.

"Lo hasn't read the group, has he?" timpal woman, "gue already said will take classes today, it turns out even at your home. Yeah, I'm finally here. It's okay, isn't it?"

I intend not to interfere. Not wanting to invite his emotions Kalista, I finally agreed to Natasha's words as a representative of my son who is now grumbling in his heart. My head nodded, touching the hair of Kalista who came to look at me.

"Can, kok. Later if there's nothing to say to Mama, yes."

Natasha's smile won the debate, while I turned my attention to my grumbling son. We exchanged thoughts through the glances of the eyes, I asked him to bring the guests into the room or immediately prepare a place to study them.

I don't know if the discussion of these three teenagers is good or not, but I'm happy that there are people who can accompany Kalista at home besides me, Fathan, and her father. Therefore, I let them follow my son who went into the room.

Seeing Kalista, Karina, and Natasya certainly in the room. I exhaled, sitting on the sofa in the hope that no quarrel would interfere with their learning today.

I don't know how Natasya came here, maybe Karina gave her. I hope that yesterday's problems that have happened are not heard much in the ears of the neighbors, starting from; Kalista who is familiar with Biyan, the commotion between Kalista and Natasya, he said, also the case that caused the second warning letter was issued to the Brother.

There may be some people who hear it at a glance, considering there are other children who go to school in the State High School. But hearing Kalista who was intending to take her time to invite a teacher home, this concern was reduced, I thought my son had more intention to learn than before.

Even though it was just doing a task and had not made learning a fun thing, there was at least a little increase from my last child. Who knew he was following in his brother's footsteps, right? I didn't expect much, anyway. But who knows.

My smile is formed, I will always pray for the best for my children.