The Thorn in the Family

Betta Fish

“Ma, what did Mbak Tari do, to make it so loved by many people?”.

Ms. Srining was silent for a while, she glanced at the album that was in the lap of the Rose. Blue-covered album with a cover of two hearts that blend.

There was a deep breath coming out of Mrs Srining's mouth. He was silent for a moment, then sat down next to the Rose, his gaze staring blankly.

“Ma, can Mama tell us a little about Mbak Tari”. The crying Roses began to crackle as he pleased, whether it was his current plan, wanting to make Bu screening guilty or feeling victimized in this story.

“Mawar is over, you two are two different people, you cannot possibly be a Dance, nor can Dance be a you”. Answer it gently.

“Ma, good yes so mbak Tari, her marriage in a luxury title, she is loved Mas Randi received everyone”. The whimper came back with a pity.

“Ma, if only my wedding with Mas Randi was held like his wedding with Mbak Tari”. He cried by gently stroking his stomach.

Ms. Srining was still speechless, she was confused as to what to answer.

“Ma, come on please persuade Mas Randi, to hold our wedding event back, I want to have a party, introduced with all the family and friends the other”. a sentence that just came out of the mouth of the Rose.

Ms. Srining stared with her eyes rotated.

“Ma c'mon”.

“Mawar, please understand Randi's current state, he's not okay. His mind was violently shaken with the farewell that had befallen him. The final verdict hearing of his farewell with Tari is also not finished, what people will say if you hold a massive party”. Exclaimed Bu Srining, trying to give a warning to his favorite son-in-law.

The rose breathed a rough breath, again he felt that no one loved and loved him.

While Ms. Srining stroked her stomach gently, trying to communicate with her future grandchildren.

“Ma, how about holding a seven-monthly thanksgiving event for my son. Is not next month my gestational age has entered seven months, I feel very sorry for this child, he is not at all considered in this family”. His his frown softly lowered his head not daring to look at his mother-in-law.

Ms. Srining was wide open to hear the words Rose,”how can you think of such a Rose, while all family members here so want the presence of this baby”.

“Lantas how Ma? As long as I'm here Mas Randi never treated like his wife and child's mother, I was let go I felt pregnant attack myself”.

“Try Mama talk to Randi”. Ms. Srining passed by leaving the Rose to go to the kitchen.

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Suka Maju Village.

“Why Mother can not fish?”, huhuhu Risma back crying.

“Honey calm down, later Mommy find again yes don't cry, let's eat first. Risma has not eaten at all since this morning”.

“Do not want, I do not want to eat before Mother can fish cupnya, I want like friends play fish fight-match. Mother father where? Why don't you come home? Risma wants to see dad, I want to ask for fish match father”. he moaned and revolted looking for the whereabouts of Randi.

“Sayang calm yes, for a while how if Risma and Bunda draw fish only fight-match that much, we can give the colors according to your wishes”. persuad Tari memelas, tari, when her son refused to eat and kept crying since this morning.

“Do not want, I want fish fight-laga”. huhuhu.

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Tok.dok...

The sound of knocking on the door of the house began to sound.

“Bu please accompany Risma first”. Miss Marni who was busy in the kitchen came to calm Risma, she hugged her granddaughter rubbed her back gently.

“Already dong son, do not cry continuously, pity Mother mu”.

Dance opened her door, she saw a bag of fish***** which she had been looking for since, now her gaze turned to the person carrying the white plastic package.

“You?, you know I live here?”. Show Dance which is still in wonder with the arrival of Rama to his house.

“It is not difficult for me to know where you live, you are looking for this right?”, he pointed to a transparent white plastic bag containing fish******swim in it.

“Iya, but no need to bother”. Jawan Dance slowly.

“Can I sit here?”.

Dance was still silent, she hesitated to answer what with Rama's question.

“Ah lama”, hissing immediately and sitting just like that in the front seat of the house of Tari.

“By the way you are looking for that fish for what?”.one eyebrow goes up asking what is the woman in front of him.

“Mother....”. The sound of Risma screaming with crying out from inside the house, he hugged the body of Dance tightly, to make Dance flutter.

“Mother?”, one word said from Rama's mouth.

“He's my son, Risma his name, he wants fish******, since last night Risma did not stop to cry”. Tari said, gently stroking her daughter's hair.

Risma was still crying as much as in the arms of Dance.

“Hay pretty girl look at this, om bring gift for you”. His hand outstretched hand handed him a plastic bag containing fish***** pink color swimming.

Risma turned her head and grabbed the plastic bag.

“Wah the fight-laga” fish, his eyes sparkle, his face changed from sad immediately to cheerful. Rama smiled and looked at the little girl.

“You like?”.

“Yes, I really like. I finally got fish like the rest of my friends. Thanks Om”. Risma's outstretched hand kissed Rama's hand as an expression of gratitude.

Rama gently stroked Risma's hair.

“Ah you are so funny and worrisome, how old are you son?”.

“My life is five years Om”. Risma ran into the house with the fish***** in her hand.

Rama stared with a feeling of not knowing Risma, the face of the little girl and her age was reminiscent of the figure in his heart. He was stunned for a while. His eyes stared blankly, his mind wandering.

“Thank you for all the good you did for my son”. The sound of a gentle dance disperse the reverie of Rama.

“Ah yes equally does not matter, if you need something you can talk to me. I live over there, the white house at the end of this alley”. His hand pointed towards his house.

Dance nodded her head.

“Oh yes what is your name? Looks like you're new to this village”.

“I Dance, happened to be just a few weeks ago moved here”.

“Well excuse me first”. Rama felt bad talking to Tari, considering he already had an attack on children who automatically have a husband.

“Trankou”, said Tari for the most time.

“Ah alike”. Rama left the house of Tari.