The Thorn in the Family

God's Destiny

His eyes closed for a moment, he held his breath so deeply. Not to forget he tidied do’a-do’a in his heart very tight. He will accept whatever the outcome, after all, it is God's best destiny that has been outlined to him. His hands began to insert the five flat objects into a small tube that he had prepared simultaneously.

Five seconds

Ten seconds

Fifteen seconds

Dance still closed her eyes, she took a deep breath again, trying to breathe in as much air as she could, then relax her heart. Unable to deny his heart rumbled, his hands trembling. After feeling strong enough, Tari ventured to open her eyes slowly.

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One line was clearly there.

His body trembled again, between grateful and also disappointed. Grateful because if she was pregnant, what about her relationship with Randi who was almost blessed in a matter of a few days. He did not want his son to be born without a father, but to be with Randi again and receive the Rose, it was very unlikely.

Disappointed, Tari was also disappointed when she found the pregnancy test results were negative. That means a health test that states if he is barren is true. He grabbed another four flat objects, again trying to see the results there. Undeniably, he still hopes for a miracle.

His hands back flipping through the rows of testpacks in his hands.

“Negative everything”. Dance came back crying, she felt like she had failed to become a real woman. She is not perfect, she cannot give a child to her husband.

Crying out.

He cried again, smothering his mouth tightly so that no sound could be heard from behind the bathroom door. He lit a stream of water to disguise the sound of his sobs.

“Stupid, why should expect more? didn't the doctor say I was barren!”. She said softly on the sidelines of her crying. He also hugged his queen's stomach.

“What else do you expect Tar?, the presence of a child from Randi, divorce is in sight?”.

“Bethari, remember it is the best destiny line that God has given you. Wouldn't it be that if you conceived your divorce proceedings with her it would be getting longer!”. Dance monologued with herself, she patted her chest with her hands, trying to find strength.

Hiks...

His cry broke again, as much as in the bathroom, his body decays over the cold floor of the bathroom ceramic. He ignored the flow of water that continued to fill his bathtub. Dance just crying and crying. His body was wet, drowning in the stream of water he had lit up since earlier.

“Tar, you don't papa nak?”, a knocking sound is heard from behind his bathroom door room.

Silence no answer, only the sound of water flowing.

“Tar, out son? Are you sick?”. Mother knocked on the door again, when she found a stream of water that almost went up to the kitchen.

“Tar? What was? Quickly open the door!”. Mother began to raise her tone when there was no answer from her son.

Her heart grew anxious as she headed behind the bathroom. There the stream of water had already washed almost half of their gardens. That means Dance lit the water long enough.

“Tar let's open the door”. Mom pushed the bathroom door.

Bruck...

His eyes are perfect.

Miss Marni was shocked, when she saw her son was already in a pale condition shivering cold with a body soaked in muffled by the flow of full bathroom water.

“Yes Allah Tar, you why son?”, he tried to wake Tari up, swiped her out of the bathroom. Quite difficult to do, considering that Miss Marni is no longer young and her space is a little limited.

Dance remained silent with an empty look.

Ms. Marni asked her to sit in the kitchen chair, her feet quickly running in search of a dry towel. He brought some dry towels and also pulled to dry his daughter's body. Gently enough, Miss Marni patted her son's body.

“You why nak?”. Now the hand of Ms Marni, outstretched to take off the hijab of Tari, dries her long wet hair.

“Ibu”. Dance came back crying and hugged her mother quite tightly.

Miss Marni did not ask any more, she wanted to give her son some space to calm down for a while.

“Ibu”. he said back in a clean slit.

“Iya son, say”.

“Mother why am I barren? Why am I not perfect? Why can't I have a child? Why am I not like women in general?”.

Hiks..hiks....

He came back crying as he pleased.

“Son, no human being is perfect, everyone is born with their own shortcomings and advantages. Can't conceive not mean can't be a mother. You have Risma, she's a good kid and she's beautiful. Risma needs the affection of a Mother, so do you who need a child”.

“Nak human perfection is not seen from the presence of children in his womb, he can still be a mother for his foster children. Son believe that the destiny of God is the best decree, which He lays down on every servant”.

“Nak remember the message of mother, when you feel the loss of hope in this life, remember that God has a bigger plan than your dreams. God will only give the best for his servant even though sometimes it is not in accordance with your expectations and desires. But believe me behind it God is preparing a more beautiful destiny”.

“Don't be sad, isn't it just a doctor's prediction, Doctor is also human he could be wrong in diagnosing his patients”. Mother with hands that still dry her child's body.

“But Mom, I have not found my monthly guests for two months, I have also done a self-contained pregnancy bag but the result is still the same I am barren, I can not have children”.

Hiks..hiks... He explained by handing the five testpacks with one line there to his mother.

“Patience son, God just does not want to present a child in your condition like this. Stay prejudiced on the creator”. Returning said.

“Bunda”.The voice of a little girl with her hair still disheveled came to him.

Dance turned she smiled but her eyes cried seeing Risma.

“Mother why is his shirt all wet?”. Tanya Risma when she wanted to hug Tari, but she said considering her mother's body was all wet.

“Pending to rain”. Sela Bu Marni, who came with a glass of warm tea.

“Mother, do not play rain, later if sick how? Wantsome!? How about bedwetting?”. Risma said innocently. The little girl will remember every speech, be it an order or a ban given by her Mother.

“Iya dear Mother will not play rain-rain anymore”.

“Esayya do not play rain, tuh will be wet all his clothes. Quick change clothes there!”. His command with a shortened hand and a ditching face.