The Thorn in the Family

Risma's Desire

The sun began to show its rays, the heat came back to burst, although the place where he lived today was in a rural area far from the hustle and bustle of city life, which is sacred to the many factories and air pollution. But the heat and heat still felt there.

Dari chose to head to the garden next to his house, looking for souvenirs behind the big trees. He also planted some small flowers to beautify his garden. Put the flowers in several pots, there are also plants that he planted directly without using pot media. One illicit flower appeared in the garden of Dance.

Roses.

Dance, not wanting the presence of roses in her garden, a few days ago, she plucked out all the roses embedded neatly snaking beside her house.

The rose is too dangerous if planted in the garden, it will grow to spread and fill the yard area of the house, the duration will be painful if it hits the hands of the garden owner.

Another plant whose presence is not desired by Dance in her garden. The tongue-in-law plant. He does not like this plant because the shape of the leaves are pointed that resembles an arrow. With a pointed shape it will cause negative energy vibrations when directed to the body, because it will hurt its owner.

For some reason for Dance, seeing a variety of flowers that are blooming can make her heart much better and calm.

He sat under one of the shady mango trees, there was a long chair made of bamboo there. He rested for a moment his body next to the mango tree, as the focus of his fist to keep it balanced. Dance closed her eyes for a moment, then inhaled the oxygen that was there. The quadrilateral hijab she uses is blown by the wind.

“Bunda”. the voice of Risma, came running up to him, disperse all daydreams Dance. He opened his eyes and looked at Risma.

Hiks..hiks....

“Loh Mother's child, why cry?”. Dance said, gently stroking her daughter's black hair.

Hiks..hiks...

The little girl cried even more, she forcefully rubbed her eyes with both hands.

“Don't in my mouth later his eyes red, here let Mother clean. What's up?”.

“Mother hiks...hiks”.

“Iya darling, let's slow down. Risma took a breath first, relaxed, her heart was calm. Let's tell Mommy what's going on?”.

“I want fish games like friends huhuhu”. Risma came back crying.

“From wrinkling his forehead “ikan fight?”.

“Iya Mommy, fight fish like Susanti and Fizi”. It is clear to cry back.

Dance still does not understand what her son means, “try Risma, you see what kind of fish fight?”. Say Dance by calming her child who is still as much as she likes.

“Mother come with me, look to sana”. Her outstretched hand pulled up the Dance, and led her towards Susanti and a few other friends who were playing in the front yard of their house.

“Who is playing what is this beautiful child and tile?”, he said by taking a seat in a circle with the children of SD age.

“Main fish match-game aunt”. Answer with compact and polite.

“This Betta fish”. His fizz in heart.

“Wah the fish is good huh, you guys buy where these fish are?”.

“Search? Find where?”.

“On the River sana”. Semu compactly replied by raising his hand pointing towards the river that was located quite far from his current residence.

“You went there yourself?”, all the children back in unison nodding their heads.

“Mother I want the fish, I want it like them huhuhu”. Risma cried again, this time she hugged her mother's body tightly. His face was full of hope for a fish.

“Mother plif”, that's a word in Risma said, he should say please not plifff. His eyes were glazed over, his hands cupped to his chest. Dance could not bear to see it, it was so worrying when like this.

“Alright Mommy will find it for you, but wait a minute Mother, call grandma first inside, let you guys take care of”, he exclaimed in a hurry to call Miss Marni.

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Pure Bude House

This morning Bude's heart and family were overwhelmed with matchless happiness, their first granddaughter son of Udin, was born safely through the process of normal childbirth. The tiny baby was named Rafatar Malik Ahmad, in the hope that the lives of their grandchildren will be as glitzy as the child of the artist he idolized.

The baby had a puffed up body as well as curly hair, his face almost eighty percent resembling a Pure Bude, only in the baby and boy versions. His lips are thick, his eyes are perfectly round and have mature brown skin.

Bude chose the Muslim hospital, as the place for the birth of his first grandchild. Bude is still the same as ever, he wants the best and luxury for his descendants.

The Muslim hospital, famous for being very expensive and elite in the area where it lives. Only upper middle class people usually give birth there. Unmitigated Bude Murni chose a VIP class to give birth to his daughter-in-law, he also chose to give birth with the help of a doctor directly for the safety of the grandson.

In addition to the safety of the grandson and son-in-law, such as Bu Murni bias, will maintain his pride in the eyes of his neighbors. He wants to show everyone that without Tari and Bu Marni, he can still spread his wings without any shortage in life.

Bude Murni, also buy a variety of baby needs from clothes, diapers, bedong and its equipment with the most expensive brand version in large quantities. Not to forget he also bought the latest output stroller in the baby shop.

The birthday celebration at the title in the house of Bude Murni, he invited all members of the congregation in his residence. Not to forget, he also invited his distant relatives. Bude Murni held this tasyakuran event quite large, considering that it only received unexpected sustenance before.

Some of the neighbors had come early to see their first grandchildren. Like bias they will bring a gift when it comes to visit.

Ms. Minah, one of the neighbors whose house is right next door. He arrived early with two large baby powders and baby bath soap. It was wrapped in a black plastic bag. Not to forget Bu Minah also inserts a special diaper pack for new born.

“Trank you Bu Minah has come to see Rafatar, my Sultan's grandson, but sorry my grandson can not use cheap powder and soap like this, I am afraid his skin will become fatigued; hives irritation”, I'm afraid, he said when he opened the plastic bag that Bu Minah put on him.

“Oh so yes Pure Bu, I do not know sorry”.

“Ya has just been clarin, the name is also difficult people right, usually just buy it”. Stir with cynicism.

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Actually Author confused you love what title this chapter is 😅