Learning to Be a Mother

33. Delivered Home.

Unfortunately, after tens of minutes passed in this house. No one spoke even though every visitor of the house was met at the dining table. This afternoon I cooked a little dish, before I thought there was only one who would visit. However, I didn't know that Natasya was here either.

So the menu served certainly impressed less. I cooked for a three-person meal at home, but now it's five because of her Kalista friends. I don't mean to blame, if I just cook more.

We dined together—enjoy the one at the dinner table without protesting about how much and less our warm rice friends are here. As long as there was no sound, as if this lunch was a formal meeting attended by many company department heads, we had no intention of opening a light or heavy topic.

"So on what errands?"

"Sociology."

"Biology."

The two women glanced at each other in dismay, like prying the anger of each of them who was still reluctant to make peace with the situation. Both Kalista and Natasya, they immediately turned their attention in the other direction when they realized that the compact was answering my question.

Like the representatives of the two students and her friend, the young teacher smiled faintly as she replied, "They're different classes, Karina's in two classes."

I let out a crisp laugh, scratching my non-itchy nape while looking at Fathan to extend the topic. Yeah, instead of a lot of silence and actually causing a counter that's not true, I'd better ask him to contribute with another question, right?

"Difficult?"

I took a breath, was there no other question?

Natasya reacted first, her head shaking comically. I don't know, it looks like this woman is interested in my son. Seen from earlier his gesture occasionally glanced at the presence of Fathan who was not even aware of being observed secretly, maybe Natasya was curious about him.

"No, kok. It's been taught."

Forehead Calista cringing. "Sok lo cute."

"So, but I'm actually taught, right?"

I don't really care what they say, anyway. If you want to chat please, but if the conversation is guessed to have a bad ending. Surely I interrupted the conversation of the two, I do not want any other quarrels to increase in this house or between them.

"Sorry, I don't know your name yet. Whose name?"

Luckily Fathan chimed in, making their attention immediately diverted to men who asked innocently. I just realized Fathan was not introduced to Natasya, he had entered the room after being nervous to face Karina. I didn't know who the other women in the house were coming after.

"Oh, yes not yet acquaintances," the woman's response smiled pensively, thrusting her right hand as a form of natural approach, "known, I'm Natasha Farafadila 17 years, gemini, and also single:"

"Gemini?"

Previously impressed to step forward, but Natasya immediately resigned with a hand drawn again after Fathan asked further. Gemini, said. I also don't know what gemini means, what is gemini?

"Don't tell me you don't know gemini?"

"The present age where there are those who believe the same zodiac."

"Hey, he's an out-of-date!"

I shook my head, clueless about what they were arguing about now. Karina too, sighed with a small smile justifying what was happening before her.

After this lunch was over, I gathered the dirty dishes on the table to rinse in the dishwasher. While washing the dirty, I saw Fathan diligently sweeping the floor of the house that looks rough because of the dust in some point of the room.

After washing, I deliberately stayed longer in the kitchen to eavesdrop on my son's conversation in the living room. Yes, she was still with Karina and her friend with an atmosphere that remained irritating. If they are really friendly, maybe the friendship cycle is like; fight, cry, apologize, and play and fight again.

"Oh, her name is Fathan ...," said Natasha nodding, "young brother?"

"Yes, sepandal. He's IPA 2, you don't know?"

"But I don't know. Why did it look, huh?" Natasha seemed to be muttering, putting her finger on her chin exactly wondering why my first child was rarely seen in school, "definitely introverted."

Calista shook his head lightly hearing it so.

"Kalista, I'm going home first, yeah. Mama's been sick all alone at home, I'm afraid of why."

"Well, don't you want to be visited?"

There was indeed no one calling, but it felt like I needed to be present among them now that Karina was getting up from the sofa. I was full of questions, confused about what Karina would do next.

"Mother, Karina let me go home first, yeah. Mama's sick at home."

I blinked. "You want ushering? Then look at your mother, what is her mother sick? What's name?"

The woman shook her head quickly, as if absolutely no need to be helped or not ready to accept the existence of anyone who visits despite just visiting the state of her mother.

"No, Ma. Mama's in the wind again, Karina has said she's gone home. Sorry for before."

"Do not want to be delivered? Far from his house, right? Let it be done with Kalista," I said, trying again to offer help. I don't feel good to see him come home without being born from our house.

"Yes, Karin. It's okay, I'm also memorizing the area here, really."

Once again, Karina shook her head slowly. He refused still with his gentle demeanor. "It's okay. Really not far from here, permission to leave now, yeah."

Karina shook hands with me, making the activity the closing of our meeting today. My last son waved, declaring their farewell with a smile that gradually faded away.

Finished with one of the guests who came home, Kalista gave his attention to the woman who was still sitting on the sofa. He seemed to think of this house as his home as well, I was happy to see him acting comfortable with spending a snack at that table, a snack that even the house people rarely touched other than myself.

I formed a smile.

"Heh, when's the reverse?" Kalista.

The one asked back snorted. "Why should there be so many snacks here, anyway? I'm just so comfortable, this."

My head shook. "It's okay, just take it home, yeah."

"Well, can?"

Kalista says, "Mama what the fuck, anyway."

Natasya seemed to be cheering inwardly, especially as Fathan occupied the sofa beside her as well. As if my son was the winner of his attention now, he was misbehaving himself even though Fathan had done nothing. Can this be called the beginning of teenage monkey love?

"You go home but can't be picked up, my driver has business. How about, dong ...."

"Yes, let me ride a motorcycle."

Natasya clucked, "Wasting money. Mending, ah!" Then, the boy glanced at Fathan who did not feel called to take him home.

"I've been anting home, bye. Bentar, get ready."

"Kok usherin lo ...?"

"What do you want, anyway?"

Frustrated, I quietly held back the laughter from being aware of the intent of his friend's words earlier. It seems Fathan is the type of man who is not sensitive, clearly Natasha said asking to be delivered home, but there is no initiative Fathan to say or enter into their conversation.

I shook my head, touching the shoulders of the first child who immediately reacted when something landed on his body part.

"Fathan, would you please bring Natasha home, would you?"

Fathan looked at the woman in front of him who was heartbreakingly hopeful, then glanced at his sister who also sighed as if resigned to the circumstances. He also looked at me, probably wondering why I could have him drop off a woman for the first time.

"Away?"

Natasya. "No, kok. Decket."

"Can, Ma?" Fathan ascertains.

I'm nodding. "May, but go straight home, yeah. It's cloudy outside, if it rains on the road, it's shady first. Bring me a raincoat."

Finally, Fathan according to my words. He got up from his place, moved to prepare himself to the room to change clothes and take the keys of his motorbike. Meanwhile, the woman sitting on the sofa came straight up to me, thanking me with a greeting kissing the back of my hand like a child in general.

"Thank you, Auntie," he said kindly, "thank you for bringing his son Nanat home, hehehe. I promise I won't be naughty anymore. This is the same thing with Kalista!"

Risi was suddenly withdrawn, Kalista deflated the embrace of her new friend.

"Ish, good! Lying, Ma. This if it's rejected by Brother, I will also be bullied."

"I didn't say that, yeah."

"Come, go."

I smiled at Fathan who remained modestly dressed outside the house. He uses a jacket, trousers, and hat as a head covering. We drove him to the front of the house, justifying the activities of those who would leave with the intention of just delivering home.

"Drug, Kalista!"

Kalista clucked, "There go home!"

Then, the motorbike my son was riding left a trail of his roar, going away from the contest place to bring down the last guest who was about to return home. I exhaled, the atmosphere of many who had filled this house with jest is now back quiet without a spontaneous smile.

My message also did not return Cahyo, even though the day had passed since then. I hope he's okay there.