The Thorn in the Family

Rama

Ask a man, who may still be single. His body is proportionately tall, white skin and has a sharp nose. His stature is pure Javanese men, only his skin tends to be white. Handsome, handsome is the one word that stopped in the mind of Dance at that time. For a few seconds, he was stunned. Can not be denied his face can make him say.

“Masayallah the beautiful creation of Lord”.

He was stunned with his mouth still gaping, reluctant to make a sound to answer the young man's question.

“Hay what are you doing?”. He asked back, with his hands waving in front of his face, as if he was awakening the daydream of Tari at that time.

“Jeez I daydream”, hiss in heart.

“Oh yes sorry, what is it?”.

“Haduh pretty-beautiful kok telmi anyway, do not dream a lot here Ma'am, it is said he was here there used to be a woman who every day his kingdom daydreaming and daydreaming all day long, then suddenly there is a black and huge figure that suddenly pounced on him and took him away somewhere, reportedly until now the woman has not returned”.

Crickets.krik...

Dance was silent for a while, she did not smile and did not show the look of her face scared.

The young man, scratching his head without itching, turned to the right and to the left.

“Oh not funny huh?”, he said again trying to neutralize the atmosphere.

“Hem”, answer Dance at a glance and proceed to fish ****** in the deep puddle.

“Mbak, don't go in there!. The water is in what exactly are you looking for?”.

Dari frowned for a moment, “ganteng anyway but kok kok naget SKSD pula”.

“Hey Ma'am, don't go into that puddle next door. The water is silent but it is deep once, you will sink later”. He said back to Dari, with a worried look on his face.

“Mbak, you're not crazy are you?”. Say it again by raising a little bit harder but still soft.

Dance turned for a moment to the source of the voice.

“Yes I am sad, but that does not mean I want to kill myself jga kali”.

“Mbak!”.

Exasperated by the noise, Tari decided to stop her steps and turn around, walking closer to the young man.

“So actually mbak, here want to do?, if you want to shower there, if you want to defecate there, if you want to pee there, if you want to pee there, if you want to wash clothes can be around the area here”, point it by hand to lead in various directions.

The river in Suka Maju Village, is still actively used by local people for their daily needs. For example, for bathing, the residents choose the top of the river that is used for bathing. There are also large natural stones that can cover their bodies while bathing to cleanse the body.

To wash clothes and clean some household appliances, residents choose the middle of the river, where the water is relatively not too deep and clear. There are no large stones in the way that make it easier to rub clothes.

As for defecation and urination, residents choose in the downstream part of the river. Intentionally choose the most end of the river in the village, so that the water is not too much contaminated with human waste.

“I..”.Nervous dance, she rarely communicates with the opposite sex other than with her in-laws and husband.

Dor....

His bluff with a crisp laugh, and hands up.

“I'm looking for fish lal”.

“Fish the fight?”, he frowned for a moment, it feels foreign to hear the fight fish.

“Fish hickey”. Dari answered before the young man could ask.

“Oh fish ******, if the fish ******* the way is not there, not also by carrying such a fishing rod”. He laughed and pointed at the fishing rod in Tari's grasp.

“Come with me, let me find”.

“Eh no need for thanks”.

“If you want Rama find mbak”

Oh his name is Rama, friendly pantesan like his person, said Tari in his heart.

“Eh no need Mas, I'm sorry first”. Dari left Rama, who still had not finished his speech, half-running. Dance is still traumatized to talk and get to know the opposite sex.

Duh why don't I just say yes, if I really need fish***** that, how about if Risma is still crying, if I haven't got fish.

Dance chose to go home, he had been tired since earlier playing in the water looking for the existence of fish******* that somehow hiding.

Who is that woman, why is she so cute? It doesn't seem like anyone here, I even saw him for the first time after a few months of living here. Did I just find the fish cupangnya, later if through his house let me love.

*****

Surabaya

Roses are sitting in the family room, like he would spend his days reading novels and watching Korean drama series. Since the presence of Roses in his house, Srining mother rarely goes to laundry, he prefers to accompany Roses at home. Ensuring every need and desire of the rose can be fulfilled properly.

The morning of that afternoon, Ms. Srining was going to the kitchen to make a salad to throw away her favorite rose. I don't know why since her pregnancy she really likes fruit salad.

The hands of the Rose, began to collide in search of a pile of books that could be read to fill his days. He opened a large drawer on the side of the TV, almost eighty percent of the books he had read.

The hand again sorted through the rows of books lined up neatly. His eyes shriveled when he found an album stored there. He grabbed the blue album and took it to sit in front of the TV. In his heart he hoped, it was an album of photographs of Randi first when he was a child.

Without further ado, Rose quickly opened the photo album.

Degs...

His heart throbbed pain when he saw the contents. Wedding photos of Randi and Dance. In the first cover page it says “Two souls but one mind, two hearts but one feeling”.

There he saw a photo of Randi wearing a wedding dress with Tari, with a party that is quite magnificent. Their smile was perfectly emblazoned in the frame of the photo. Randi stared at Tari softly, in each page of the photo seen the two brides smiling happily. There is no feeling of sadness or compulsion there.

All the processions that are done at the wedding, do not escape the camera shot. Their wedding event is also held in one of the largest hotels in Surabaya, understand Randi is an only child. The guests present at the wedding were also very numerous. The rose stared at the photo on the album.

Also seen is a photo of Randi and Tari, who are in flank two large families with matching clothes.

“Mawar , you why son? You cry?”.