The Thorn in the Family

Will it?

“Risma want to go for a walk? Rama then, after weighing what the plan will be done.

“Walk Om? Where?” can't be lied to, Risma's innocent face is so happy. The little girl immediately looked up, looking at Rama expectantly.

“Hem, walk anywhere Risma wants. We can go for a walk see the lights if night knows eat-eat”

“By-can Om, I want. It's been a long time Risma didn't walk”

“Let Risma invite BundA can be Om?”

“Of course can” Rama smiled, that's exactly what he expected. He wanted to get to know Dance more closely. Three years to know Tari, but only between neighbors. There is no significant progress, although Rama often helps him in everything.

Does Rama not sincerely help the Dance family?

Of course not, he was so happy to be able to help others. Not only with the Dance family, to anyone who comes to ask for help. Rama will definitely work as long as it is still in his capacity and ability.

Especially for Risma. From the very beginning of seeing the little girl, Rama was stunned. He felt very close. I have known Risma for a long time. His heart warmed when he saw the little girl.

I don't know why Rama doesn't understand either. He was missing someone.

“Yes, have you arrived Om?” Suddenly Risma's face was gloomy when Rama's car began to be in front of the school gate.

“Lho why darling? I was in a hurry to go to school”

“I still want to ride a car, I still want to tell you a lot of things with Om Rama” groan with sad.

Risma so longed for the presence of a father figure or male figure in her life. For three years Dance parted ways with Randi, only in a matter of fingers did Ipul come to visit them. Understandably he was so busy, in addition to taking care of the Tari bakery, he also worked at one of the big companies in Surabaya. The figure of a father is so missed by Risma.

“Then later go home from school so Om pick up ya”

“Really Om?”

Rama nodded his head.

“But how is Om? I have not asked permission from Bunda”

“Let's let Om say the same Mother. But Om has no mobile number Mother dear” Rama is starting to fret, how he will tell Tari.

“Tanang Om. This is the number Bunda” Risma handed a small paper in the form of an id card. There is a photo of Risma, and the phone number and address of her guardian or mother. Dance, purposely keeping it in Risma's bag. In anticipation if something is not desired, or Risma is lost, then the rang who found her can immediately tell her.

“Oh child pinter. Here let Om record first ya”

Rama smiled again. He could easily get one piece of information about Dance from his son.

“Om already breakfast?” Ask Risma, before getting out of the car.

“But baby. Last Om hustle”

“Get Om, this is a burger made by Mother. It tastes so good. Mother is a cook. Om Rama ate at my house” Risma handed one box of supplies to Rama.

“Don't love, it's got Risma. Just make you nak”

“Not make Om only, I take two, nih Om see if do not believe”

“Why bring two nak?”

“Let's be for the same friends at school. But because Om Rama had not had breakfast, so I shared to Om only” Risma smiled and handed the provisions to Rama, soon he smiled and kissed Rama's hand with reverence.

Again Rama had to be stunned, there was a feeling that could not be explained. He could only look at Risma with a smile when he saw the little girl get out of the car. Especially when Risma, kissing her hand, there was a tremor in her heart. Rama, who is a doctor himself, is unable to define the symptoms of what happened to him.

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“Morning also” reply Dance with calm.

“Something seems to be happy. One of his employees nudged Tari's arm intentionally. All the workers in the bakery owned by Tari memeng are like their own families, not infrequently among them tempting each other, even sometimes the relationship between superiors and subordinates is almost no meaningful partition.

“Happy dong, can order a lot” Reply Dance just like that, indeed in fact lately the order in his bakery doubled from the previous months.

“Not that, but..” he paused his speech, then ran to pick up the flour. He laughed amusedly at the expression of Dari's face that looked confused.

“What's up?” ask Dance in surprise.

“I think, Risma will soon have Daddy back” whispered later when crossing the standing Dance check some of the needs of cake ingredients that have been exhausted.

Dance eyes rounded, he did not expect what his employees said.

“That's not the case Mom, he's a good person, I often take the Father to go there. Sometimes Mom, we can not pay for free once” he said later.

“Gosh, don't make a no-no gossip. Later if it sounds dangerous. I was just nebeng, my bike broke down”

“What's wrong Mom, starting from nebeng ending with uhuk...”.

“Heh!” Dance chased her employees who just ran away. The scenery that was there seized the attention of other aryawan. They shook their heads to see the behavior of their employers.

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Hospital

Rama was sitting in his room. He was waiting for the practice hours to begin. His mind was fixed on Risma, the little girl who was teasing his heart. He began to open the dining box that Risma berian earlier. Two pieces of burger with sauce, along with fries served there.

Smile.

Rama smiled when he saw the lid of the lunch box with barbie's picture.

“Is this really good?”he said he was monologuing with himself.

“But baby if you eat, it will run out. But if not in the meal also dear” hiss back with doubt.

“Let me try”.

“It turns out it's as good as this”. He looked at the burger in his hand. Without a second thought, he quickly finished the entire burger without any residue.

Rism....

Rism...

Rism....

What's wrong with you, son? Why can't the shadows of your face disappear from my mind. Everything about you is so interesting. Ah another one I was so lucky to have a mother who taught kindness to others, sharing and being prejudiced.

I'd better call Tari soon, so he won't come and pick up Risma. It just so happens that I have no schedule at noon,

Will Rama be interested in Dance?

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