The Thorn in the Family

Departing Together

“Mother, I like it when leaving for a car like this, we are not cold” said Risma open silence and awkward atmosphere in the car.

“Hem” reply Dance, with brief. Risma's eyes, busy observing the interior in the car. Sometimes his fingers touch some trinkets on the back side. Rama put the snake doll right in the back seat.

“Sweetie neat sitting nak”

“Sorry Yes Mas Rama. Risma much koan” Tari felt bad with Rama, when the little girl's legs rose up on the car seat.

“No problem, I am even more happy to let rame” said Rama, he smiled at Tari who is now sitting next to him. Rama deliberately slowed down the speed of his car, so that he could feel longer seeing the woman next to him. Understand the distance of the house Dance, to the bakery is not too far away.

“Om, thank you for giving us a ride. I love being able to ride in a car like this. It's been a while, haven't we ever been in a car again?” Risma nudges her arm from behind.

It felt like Tarim wanted to drown himself just then. She was ashamed of her son's innocence.

“Oh yes, Risma likes to ride a car?”

“Iya Om, it was a time when Dad was still around. Risma when going to school by car. Now Dad's not around, so we're going everywhere on a bike. Is it Bun?” Risma again nudged her mother's arm.

“Bun, Mommy..justify what Risma said?” tanyanya asked for answers.

“Risma dear, do not talk much son, Later disturb Om Rama who again nyetir” hissing Dance, by biting his lower lip. His voice gives an intonation of emphasis on the child so as not to talk widened.

“Ih Mommy is so, it was I used to ride in mobil”

“Oh ya” replied Rama later. He did not want to make the child disappointed and felt neglected.

“Iya Om. If you don't believe, Om can see my photo on Bunda”'s phone

Crick.krik...

Silent...

The atmosphere in the car froze. Dance really felt bad about Risma's chatter that morning.

“I go down first Yes Mas Rama. Thanks for the ride. Sorry for the trouble from yesterday. I titip Risma ya” Dance saying goodbye, before the turn of the car, he half bows his head as an expression of reluctance.

“Oh so last night Mother, home between Om Rama. Why didn't Mother tell me?. Know that I want to see” exclaimed Risma, the sentence just came out of his mouth.

“Hem” again Dance, must bite her lower lip, hold her tone.

“What's the matter, baby? Can Om Rama not take Risma's mother home?”

“Bby dong Om, I'm the same as Mommy, often go home for work. Must be so spiffy huh Bun?”

“I just want to say thanks m Rama, already want to help Mother. I'm watching Mother come home from work at night. I think Mommy pushed the motor alone, it turns out there is Om Rama who helpedin”

“Hem, not” reply Dance briefly.

“Risma does not have a Father Om, so Mommy must work with the spirit” Risma raised her hand, as if giving spirit to Dance. Rama laughed and watched the little girl.

“Iya darling. Mother down first, son. Be careful on the road, do not bother Om Rama” telling Dance immediately, before Risma again chattering that makes her die of style in the presence of Rama. Risma quickly grabbed Dance's hand, kissing her reverently.

“Risma want to move to the front?” tawar Rama, before driving his car to school.

The little girl nodded her head, she smiled widely.

Dance was still silent in place. He waved at the child, who was seen raising a glimpse of his head behind the window. He waited until the car was invisible.

“Om, how to go so fast anyway?”

“Coach?”

“Iya cepet, not kayak just now. I like to slow down Om, enjoy the streets. Usually Mother if you bring a motorbike also slowly so that you can see people who sell on the roadside”

“Oh yes?, well then Om, will slightly reduce its speed”

“Oh yes Risma Asylum ride car huh?” Reno asked on the sidelines of the trip to Risma's school. Now he's lowering the speed of his vehicle. Driving with a child is fun.

“Iya Om, I like. If the car ride is not hot, not raining. No need to wear a helmet either. My head is often dizzy when wearing helmet”

“Why? How can that be?”

“Weight Om, anyways if riding our motorbike usually also often at the same horns Om car driver. Like this Tin..tin..tin...” Risma's voice, mimicking the sound of a horn.

Rama laughed amusedly at Risma's story, especially the little girl showed if she was riding a motorcycle, and was overtaken on the right and left. Then it disappeared drowning in a sea of cars that were lined up.

“If it's like that, I often kasian same Mother Om. Mommy must be bobbing heads looking for a gap to penetrate jam”

“Wah you pinter once ya say. Oh yes dear. Where's Risma's dad, by the way? Om haven't seen during his stay here”

“Sama Om. I have also never seen Dad during here” he replied lightly. His eyes were busy changing everything on the streets.

“Lho Risma, never met Dad?”

The little girl shook her head.

“No Om. My father has never been to visit us in a long time. Mother said, Daddy is busy working”

“Work where?”

“I don't know Om, said Mother it works far away. There was no signal, so Dad couldn't contact us. I've also forgotten what kind of Father's death is now”

Rama nodded his head.

“Away ya work?”

“Away Om, maybe at the north pole what south. But Masya and the bears live at the poles, they can still contact Dasya. Is this just a Mother's lie, Om?. What if my father is still alive?” risma asked then she seemed to think hard.

Rama chuckles amusedly at the expression of Risma.

“Risma hate not the same Dad?”

“No Om. Our Mother said we should not hate everyone including the same father. Although Dad never visited us again but said Mother, Dad is a good person. I love Risma too. Someday, if Risma grows up, I'll understand Om. So said Mother, every time I ask about Daddy”

Rama was silent, he focused on the steering wheel in front of him. One conclusion that can be drawn from the morning chat with Risma. If Dance, she is a special woman. She never vilified her ex-husband even though they had been separated for a long time. Given the rumors circulating in Suka Maju Village, Risma's divorce was due to the presence of a third person and the intervention of the husband's family.

He smiled, his heart warmed. Suddenly the long-dead taste returned to flowering.