The Thorn in the Family

The Beginning of Bethary Life

...Hay my friends came back to bring the story of Bethari's life after the breakup with Randi. Happy reading yes. Follow their story. To whom will the heart of Dance be anchored after this?...

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“I say goodbye first yes, you guys take good care of the store. I just briefly” Voice of a woman half screaming, she wears complete accessories to drive ready to split the heat of the road.

A hot day, when the sun emits its rays right on top of the crown. The clock shows the time of rest for some workers in the office or in the factory. The streets are pretty densely creeping. A series of cars and motorcycles still fill the streets, fighting each other to reach the destination first.

Brums.brums....

The hot air accompanied by traffic jams that collaborate with each other, did not dampen the steps of a young mother who was about to pick her son home from school. When some people prefer to rest filling their stomachs to eat, he prefers to pick up his only child who is taking school far from where he currently lives. Given he lives in a rural area far from decent facilities to meet the school standards he expects. He had no choice but to go alone to pick up his son.

Many times he glanced at the cell phone in his pants pocket, hoping not to be late when picking up the child at school. “Seven more minutes, seven more minutes class will be finished. I have to get there before my son finishes his class. Ah how can this be, I should instead be stuck in this kind of traffic jam’. The groan in the heart.

Tin...Tin....Tin...

Many times he rang his motorcycle bell, hoping to get the road from the rider who was in front of him.

“Hah, how can this street be so tight, is this a wrong decision? Moving Risma school to the city?”. His grunts returned in frustration, as he shifted to the right and left looking for a gap, but unfortunately all were covered by other riders.

Seven minutes later, the motorcycle in his vehicle began to run slowly, he passed through small gaps between cars, still hoping not to be late to the school of the child.

But unfortunately, with all the struggles that exist it does not want to be on his side. He was still late, the school area was already deserted, there was hardly a single picker left there.

Huft he let out a long sigh, “I will try not to be late tomorrow” he said inwardly. He quickly ran into the school, leaving his bike parked in the front yard. He ran without having time to remove the helmet he used on his head. His eyes scanned the school area, looking for the whereabouts of the princess.

“Mother..”. Shouted a girl while running towards her, she quickly rushed into the arms of the Mother.

Justright. The young mother was Bethari Ambarwati. A single parent, with one eight-year-old daughter. It has been more than three years since he moved here. In one of the small districts in East Java.

One month ago, he moved his son's school to the city, not without reason. Given the education system in the City a little better than in the Village where he lived. As a single parent, he only wanted the best for his son. Trying to do all the good he can.

“Pardon Mommy yes son, Mommy is late to pick up Risma”. He said by gently stroking the head of the child, which was wrapped in an instant hijab. The little girl was so beautiful and clever, anyone who saw her never forgot to praise her face. Although not his biological child, not infrequently some people think if they are children and mothers, of course this is not a problem for Dance, it is more like.

“Siang Bunda”. Greeting one of the teachers, who accompanied Risma waiting for an invitation since.

“Siang Bu Santi, I'm sorry to make Bu Santi, must accompany Risma waiting for the invitation”. He said by showing a guilty face.

“It is okay Mother, it is the duty of a teacher here to accompany the rest who have not been fattened by their parents or guardians”. Miss Santi, gently stroked Risma's shoulder.

“What about the development of Risma Bu? Does he have trouble getting along and making friends?”. Tari asked her teacher, considering that Risma had only moved to this school a few months ago.

“I don't think there is a problem Mom, Risma can easily get along with her friends, she is quite clever. Risma can also easily follow every set of curriculum that has been prepared in this school”. Miss Santi explained softly.

“Ya already we excuse you first yes Mom, I have to go back to the store”. His exit by holding Risma's hand, to the bicycle parked in front of the yard. While Risma immediately kissed the hand of Miss Santi.

Throughout the journey Risma unceasingly told about her activities during school today. With the remnants of hearing that there is Dance, trying to listen to every word spoken from her son's mouth.

Nearly thirty minutes into the journey, their motorbike at home has been a shelter for three years from storms and rain.

“Assalamualaikum”. He knocked on the door and entered the house. He put some of Risma's luggage in the child's room.

“Wassalamualaikum, granddaughter has gone home? Let's eat first. Grandma cook clear vegetables with fried chicken, must be delicious especially the weather is very hot like this”. Miss Marni, hurry up and get the dishes and prepare lunch for Risma.

“You didn't eat first Tar?”. He asked when he saw the boy grabbing his bag to get out.

“I have to hurry back to the store Ma'am. The break will be over soon. Kasian later the children there must be hassles, what else there is an order for three o'clock in the afternoon” The story is short, by taking one basket of corn neatly arranged on the dining table.

“Mom will prepare lunch for you too. Wait a minute”.

“Good Mom, thank you” Dance smiled and gave her mother a small hug.

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Surabayan.

Three years ago, Ms. Srining suffered a stroke, after the revelation of the identity of her dream daughter-in-law. He still acts the same way. His memory has not yet fully returned. Sometimes he still often holds a doll wherever he can.

The way he spoke was like that, he was still limped and troubled. Every word spoken in her mouth is “Fetch Dance, pick up my daughter-in-law, bring her back home”.

That night, in the dining room, three people were enjoying their dinner blankly. Like the previous days they enjoyed dinner with an atmosphere that I don't know. There is no meaningful interaction other than the twang of spoons and forks that collide with each other.

Mr. Naryo, reaching into the pocket of his shirt, he handed him a business card there.

“According to Papa's friends, there is a great doctor in the area”. He handed the business card right in front of Randi.

Randi stopped his eating activities, he tried to read the address contained in the business card.

“Papa hope, you are willing to bring Mama for treatment there. Who knows with the therapy there can bring healing to Mammu”.

Ms. Srining just kept quiet and did not answer, she stared blankly and sat in a wheelchair. Every now and then he would smile and search back for the existence of the doll that had accompanied him for three years.

“What kind of treatment does Papa expect for Mama Pa? Mama is not only physically ill Pa, especially mentally”. Said Randi staring at the mother.

“It's been three years Ran, Mama like this. Would you bear to let him forever like this in the remnants of his age?”.

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