“You should be happy if your son is still a baby, mBak Ida.”
Mbak Ida smiled. then my mom’s went back to her conversation.
“Just look if he’s crying.”
“Oooo, he’s hungry, just breastfeed him, done.”
“If he’s crying again, just checked again.”
“Oooo, pee, wet diapers.”
“Just change the diapers, settled, silence is the child.”
“The hard thing is if the child has started to be teenager mBak Ida.”
“Why so Mrs. Toha?”
“Should he not bother anymore, should he?.”
“Who says it?,” my mother interrupted.
“It’s a lot more troublesome indeed, mBak Ida.”
“Especially if he’ve got a calf-love.”
“Make a parent’s headache.”
“Ooooo, isn’t it, Mrs Toha?,” mBak Ida answered.
They burst into laugher. I feel satirical. To me, that’s not funny at all. Mbak Ida turned to our house, she watched me watching the three of them through the window. She laughed even harder. My mother followed mBak Ida’s gaze toward the window. She saw me grinning there.
“Yups, that’s my son who is in love, just a calf-love,” my mom explained to mBak Ida which was grinned as well.
I disappeared through the window. I picked up the book I was borrowing from the school library from inside my school bag. I started reading it. A book written by Prof. Dr. Zakiyah Darajat about bright children and its development as an adult. In the book was written the fact that many children were brilliant when in their childhood, but faded brilliance as adults for various reasons. I drowned in my reading and forgot their conversation.
I have forgotten my childhood interest on Dewi. The girl was also a class with me stepping on this period of Junior High School. Clever, with stable academic achievement on school, that was Dewi I always knew when I was with her. Three years I was with her in a class at this junior high school as a classmate.