Learning to Be a Mother

38. Second Child.

Choice, our discussion last day that had an awkward impact on the atmosphere of the house until night came crashing. Decak, hiss, decih, everything that shows the emotional someone is sprayed repeatedly when each is required to interact. Yeah, how else? We need each other.

Starting from Kalista who asked for lunch, the location of the key to Fathan's motorbike, when the father came home, until an electrical failure that made us forced to gather at one point. In the old living room tired of wanting to do what.

Fortunately, it lasted not half an hour. After that, we disbanded and resumed our activities as usual. Kalista seemed to be looking for busyness, while his brother was always busy even though I did not know what he was doing in the room.

For sure when I opened the door, there was Fathan with his books on the study table. If the music is not playing, there must be a snack that he brought to the room. Even so, my first child still occasionally took the time to help his mother. Unlike Kalista, he confines himself a lot with songs that always sound the same.

I had received news of my husband coming home early, so I prepared his needs from earlier; a nightgown suit, hot water to brew a cup of coffee, dinner available at the dinner table, and a hot water bath, also the state of the house is neat. I don't need to ruffle between serving Cahyo and cleaning the house later.

Half an hour later, my husband was driven home with his personal driver as usual. The rain no longer squealed with lightning, but Purwasari was still shrouded in the cold that burst when outside the house. I just stood on the porch to shake hands with him. However, again cold win the match over my endurance, yes.

"Where are the kids?"

"In the dalem," I replied politely, tailing him from behind while taking turns carrying his briefcase, "is there anything you want to wash? I'm again rendem laundry clothes."

Arriving at the living room, Cahyo took the time to undress there. Just a black blazer she always wears works, she gave it to me as a washing ingredient tomorrow.

"It's just this."

I nodded slowly, letting her sit on the sofa to breathe quietly for a moment. I smelled the scent of my husband's blazer before putting it in the washing machine, making sure there were stains and odors to be removed or not. In a moment, this one is more fragrant than the Cahyo clothes I once washed.

Should if you want to be washed surely the clothes are dirty or contain unpleasant body odor, right? But why do I smell a more fragrant aroma? This is not a smell that refers to the word 'masculine', the fragrance is more like my son's last perfume, Kalista's perfume.

However, considering that the boy never wandered around his father or could not be said to be close physically, how could this outfit have the sweet smell of candy? Is there something my husband has embraced since yesterday or ...? I'm not lying. The smell was not that strong, but the drowning that became the main smell of Cahyo's black blazer.

"Ras, where's the coffee!"

I blinked fast. "Yes, one minute!"

The clothes I put out were original, I prepared a cup and a sachet of his favorite milk coffee. Just need to pour the powder into it, brew it with hot water that has been stored in the flask, then stir it evenly while being careful not to spill anywhere.

Ready, I use the tray as a tool to deliver the drink earlier. Serving it at the guest table, tidying up a few jars of snacks and pastries, then sitting among family members who have gathered since.

I do not know for sure about the good and bad feelings of Cahyo, the atmosphere of this house depends on the emotions of our family head. Although not as warm as the family out there, at least my husband would occasionally open his voice as a chat opener at night.

The man knew about the suspension that the first child experienced, he seemed to highlight his attention to Fathan who was engrossed in reading books. Seen from here, the cover of the book is a picture of the earth and its contents, which means that it is reading a real book and not a work of fiction.

"Fathan still testing at home?"

"Still, Dad." Fathan put the book down quickly.

Cahyo musted up, asking for an explanation through her gaze at me. "Sampe when, anyway?"

"That time was told to know the teacher, he said until tomorrow."

"Aren't you able to pick it up? If it's like this means the test at home continues, dong. His son can also be bored later."

"Yes, justin, anyway. It's better to test at home than at school, if you don't want to. Keep no noise, don't fight the same temen anymore."

It seemed that Fathan was offended, his glance now sharper than the man's appearance that had calmed down before the Father. Indeed my last child hobby fishing emotions, later if blamed new crying. Confused to respond.

"That's lo, I love cheating at school. Fathan was diligent, studying at home every day, not hanging out with the opposite sex."

"Well, I've never wandered into the opposite sex, huh!" Kalista looking for a defense, "feelings are invited with the opposite sex has been a long time, time is still being revealed until now. I guess there is no other topic. Oh yeah, it's rare at home."

"I also work for you!" Cahyo bluffed, his emotions managed to swallow the bait, "dare to say I'm not at home anyway, thought I play here and there continue not to make anything work."

"Really, huh? Don't play here."

"This is the child of his mouth ...."

"Dad!" I choked, blocking the violence he made to make the boy shut up, "I don't like you to keep playing with your hands."

Cahyo expression of disbelief, as if what I do is a form of rebellion, he focused his attention on me a. I need not hesitate for the number of times, it is certain that he will appoint me as the cause of the problems in this house.

"Lo ngebelain a child lo kayak like this?"

"But you're not really here, are you?" My intonation is rising, "you're not messing around with this family, are you? Answer!"

"Who's messing with this family, anyway!" Cahyo screeched, "lo all that is not clear! Anything is wrong, anything is screaming. Kayak is not taught manners!"

"What are you teaching?" I replied, daring to trade back about what he said earlier. As the saying of the weapon that fed master, my husband seemed to widen his eyes as if he were properly swallowing his own saliva.

"Dad always sneezed at me. Dad always wanted me to be with Brother, you didn't know that I was being put in the effort, did you? I didn't know that I cry in my room too, I hurt. I never appreciated. I know I'm not as cool as Fathan, but does that mean I'm not Dad's son?"

"Lo can only take a shot I know I don't!"

"Nobody asked to be born" my son repressed his every word, glancing at the trembling Fathan who did not know what to do, "Dad is only dear to Brother, brother, Dad always gave attention to Brother and never supported me from here. I can only say, I don't know anything."

"Lo's not a kid."

"Dad always finds defense when I talk like this."

"Not to argue."

"Dad always hurts Mama."

"GUE SAID IT WAS UP!"

"ENOUGH!"