Learning to Be a Mother

6. Delay.

If you don't know, Kalista hates Tuesdays the most. Tuesdays are the worst of every week. Starting from the number of carrying textbooks, late because of waking up late, forgetting to do tasks, or being colonized by classroom children.

In fact, women who wear traditional kebaya as school uniforms have hoped that this Tuesday will improve. However, upon arrival in the classroom with a situation that could be said to be crowded, his memory only recovered.

"Okay, I forgot not to bring pocket money ...," he complained vent emotions through a punch at the table. "What am I eating today?"

From a distance, someone observed it quietly without anyone needing to suspect. His existence is remote because of his chair in the corner of the room, his mind secretly guessing about what is being worried about the girl with pink bando that adorns his head.

Classes are full of jokes, they enjoy each other's business while waiting with a bunch of snacks. Why when the teacher does not come even there is misfortune overwritten by Kalista? The world is never fair.

Seeing that no one would care, the man finally got up from the chair, moving towards Kalista who was still confused about his carelessness this morning. Some people had a glance, then continued their activities again. After all, they are not interested in people who are considered unattractive.

With a pretentious behavior, his pocket was tied to the left palm. Her wrists go inside, her body is set to form a 100° angle equalizing the male posture that will open their High School love story.

"Why, Kal?"

Hearing his nickname spoken, his head first turned to the source of the voice. "I forgot to bring pocket money."

"Pake has me."

Who was previously busy looking for a fold of money to the sidelines of the textbook, now exchange all his attention to the person who had called him earlier.

"Well?"

"Make a meal."

"No, deh. Thanks." Thanks."

His brows furrowed after being rejected easily. "Gue is sincere."

"Gue is not a beggar," Kalista replied glancing at her gift again. "Somehow, that's not enough."

Heard's laughing. "Go to the cafeteria, let me pay."

"What's the fuck you got, Yan?"

"Calistas."

However, the conversation that the results will bear sweet fruit for Biyan is actually hampered due to the arrival of the next class. He hangs his backpack with his hands next to his, while the other hand thrusts a dining box with a note.

"Of."

"From who?"

"Mama."

"Make it."

As a listener who did not know the status between them, Biyan pensively heard the conversation between Fathan and Kalista. Who is the man standing against him now? He is not an IPS child, but importantly, why is he close to his mother Kalista?

"Kal, that's. Mama forgot not to give thanks because you rushed earlier, your pocket money is in the dalem. Take it," said Fathan, putting it on the table. "Gue to class."

"No way."

"No need to be a child!"

"Take it or I throw it away."

Fathan jumped in shock, turning his body to face his sister again. "Somewhere? Even Mama does not hesitate to give her breakfast to you, why do you like this, anyway?"

"Weh, relax! Kalista also said no, don't be forced, dong."

"Lo who?" Attracted, Fathan was faced with the man in front of him. "Not to interfere, I have no business with you."

"Before I talked to Kalista, you kept suddenly came into a commotion. So I have the same business as him first."

Perhaps Biyan thought that his role here was crucial to defending his bluff, acting exactly to protect a princess surrounded by evil from other kingdoms. But in Kalista's eyes, Biyan was bothering him!

"No leaving?"

"I'm the one who was told to leave, anyway? The one who's provoking your emotions is him, isn't it?" Biyan refused his words. "Gue won't go."

Kalista exhaled, glancing at the dining box given by her brother earlier to find a reference to the idea of expelling the occupants of this one class.

"Biyan, will you help me?"

Instantly his eyes twinkled. "You, dong!"

"Nih," he said giving Laras food supplies. "Exit, if it's finished later return the place to me. Can you?"

"Mirgin ...."

"Can." Biyan smiled widely, received his lunch and returned to his study. Although occasionally glancing at the Kalista table, at least the man left his area.

"Gue doesn't understand, Mama loves you, Kalista."

"Darling? You mean with the behavior of sue-menye pas ngadepin dad so?"

Fathan almost threw a punch at his sister, inviting several pairs of eyes to notice what was happening around them. This time Kalista missed, should have been taught a lesson.

"Lo doesn't know what it's like to be a mom."

"Nor will you understand me."

Later, the man left his brother in class. He left with his breath up and down, while Kalista was now stranded on the surface of the table. Badmood, again the next day did not go well.

But not entirely because of Fathan, anyway. Biyan's existence also had an effect on her feelings. Why did he suddenly interfere? Fathan may be wrong to assume and actually make Biyan as the cause of their feud.

On the other hand, the guy with the business of spending his groceries is finished. He finished with a free satiety, rice is not bad either. After sipping a bottle of water, the net was diverted to an envelope that had been removed earlier.

At first Biyan hesitated to read, but considering that Kalista did not seem to care like a child to his mother, as a result his wrist moved to finish the folds of the paper containing money with a green background.

...From Mama...

...Sorry, Mama forgot to give me your pocket money. The rice is eaten, yes. Mama apologized for yesterday, Mama dear Kalista....

However, judging from his letter this looks like a mother who loves her child, really. Even he had to write a note like this as an apology, what was wrong with that?

Given that Biyan had to return the place to eat, as a result of the note folded again into the envelope, he accompanied his arrival again with a cover of the letter.

"Kal, it's over."

"Oh, yes. Thanks." Thanks."

Biyan had no idea what the mood-decreasing factor was Kalista. Was he angry considering the next-class kid who had come while going berserk? Is he upset about his arrival here or sad because the food supply has been enjoyed?

Secretly, the man stuck his own head. So stupid!

"This ...." Don't blame Biyan, she just wants to extend the topic. "There's a message from Mama lo, all I enter the pocket money I gave earlier to the court."

"Lo has no right to call Mama."

"Yes, sorry."

Kalista glanced at him. "What are you really saying to me?"

Biyan nodded innocently, she looked cute now.

The cyst exhales, accepting the envelope with pleasure. "Thank you, yeah."