Mom and Son

This happened like about... 2 hours ago, while I was on my way home. I was in Transjakarta, and there were a mother and her son (maybe he's still in the secondary school). The way of the mother talk and behave, I know what kind of person she is. Discipline but loving mother. They were talking about his scores.

(Yup, I was eavesdropping them)

Anak (A) : "Aku cuma dapet 98."

Mama (M) : "Wah, sayang, tuh! Satu nomor lagi kamu 100, nak. Apa yang salah memang?"

A : "Ada kok yang nilainya 100, Ma."

M : "Iya, cuma satu -pkn-."

A : "PLBJ aku dapet 9.. (antara 96 / 97 / 98)."

M : "Wah, tapi kan nilai kamu udah di atas 9 semua kan? Itu udah bagus..."

A : "Engga, aku IPA dapet 84. Jelek banget..."

M : "Loh, kok bisa segitu?"

A : "Pelajarannya susah.. belum dipelajari."

M : "Susah apanya? Masa belum belajar tapi keluar UTS?"

A : "Tentang gas,magnet, listrik, gitu-gitu, deh. Gurunya nggak pernah ajarin, sih, kalo di kelas."

((((Percakapan mereka sebenarnya masih terus berlanjut))))

Jadi baper di jalan tadi, keinget Mama di rumah... senyum sendiri selama perjalanan, karena we used to be like that since I was in the 1st grade until I finished my school, which was in the 12th grade.

How much I miss being a little kid like him.

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