The Thorn in the Family

Rama and Risma

The day began to run late in the afternoon, leaving the sun shining brightly. He began to shift, replaced by an orange color that was ready to tempest, decorate the sky on human earth. The wheels of the car began to run, rubbing against the smooth asphalt in the middle of the street. That afternoon, traffic had not dominated the streets. The working hours are not yet time to go home. Some people are still busy with their routines at work.

Rama decided to go home early. He had promised to pick up Risma at his school. He did not want to make the little girl wait too long, considering that this morning had promised to pick her up.

Sure enough Risma school, once every two days will go home in the afternoon. There are many extracurricular activities and self-development there. Dance, deliberately include her child in every series of activities in school. Hope the princess can find her identity since childhood, so it can be easily to know the focus of the child's ability after this.

A smile of sumringah incessantly adorned the face of Rama that afternoon. Even anyone who saw it would have guessed that the grown man would date a woman. Understandably, Rama has been a widower for more than seven years. Not infrequently many of his colleagues who like it. Even from some patients also many who register, whether it's his son, nephew or grandchild. But unfortunately, Rama's heart is still frozen reluctant to open to new residents.

Unfortunately, all these assumptions are wrong. A smile is engraved on the look of Rama's face because it will meet with Risma. Little girl who has white skin, narrow eyes and a sharp nose. Risma's face, was really reminiscent of someone who had stopped in her heart for a long time. The emptiness in Rama's heart was warm and full when he saw the boy. He seemed to find meaning and meaning to live again, after a long time to feel life in the emptiness and emptiness of the soul.

Who's Risma?

What is Risma's relationship with me?

A series of questions sometimes arise in his mind, when he is reminded of the child. But at that time also Rama, only able to shake his head. He was unable to trace the red thread between the two.

“Alhamdulilah has reached” he said softly, when the car began to stop in front of the gate of Risma school. He had asked permission from Tari, to pick up Risma today and take the streets of the little princess.

The universe also approves. He did not find any significant difficulties when he wanted to ask permission from Tari, it was Tari who thanked him for being willing to take the time to pick up his son. Understandably the woman was busy taking care of the order in her shop.

In his view all over the school, a row of cars were waiting in the front yard of the school. Rama's chest rumbled, remembering Risma's words this morning.

I like to ride in cars, not overheating and rain. I also want to be taken by car like the rest of my friends.

“Ah, pity you Ris, surely you want to like your friends ya can be picked up Father and Mother change like they”

Huft....

Rama took a long breath. He leaned his back on the car seat, as his eyes scanned for Risma's whereabouts that afternoon.

Tet..tet....

The sound of the school bell rang, as a symbol of the end of the learning period at school. All the remnants of each other were scrambling towards the school gate. They will race to get ahead of each other, in order to get home early from school.

Ten minutes passed. Rama's eyes are still circulating looking for the existence of Risma that is never seen. Inwardly began to panic a little, worried that the little girl would go home alone. Even if using logic it is impossible, given the distance of the school and the house of Risma, so far for the size of the walk. Even by driving alone, it still cost almost thirty minutes of travel.

“Where is this child?” hiss Rama, his body leaning to the right and to the left, observed every child coming out of the gate.

Unable to find the whereabouts of Risma, making Rama get off his car. He plans to follow her into class.

“Eh the dia”

“Risma” Call Rama, the man waved his hand at the confused little girl in front of the gate. Sure enough, Risma carrying her big bag with a lethargic look on her face. His clothes are irregular, look tangled like they are used to playing. The hood is so, it is shapeless shifted to the right and to the left. Even a few strands of her hair started to look even though the little girl was using an instant veil. But still, Risma's face still looks very funny and worrisome.

“Om Rama” shouted loudly, instantly his face turned bright. His lips formed an upward smile. He stretched out his hand to Rama.

You ask Rama's expression?

He sat in place. It was silent for a while when it saw the little girl spread her arms wide. Then his consciousness returned. He retorted by stretching out his arms, receiving the embrace that Risma gave him.

“Om Rama's. Why are you here?” he asked when he was in Risma's arms. Risma herself was unaware of his actions. He was just reflexive to act like that. Again, maybe he misses the figure of a male figure (father) in his life.

“You picked up Risma dong” replied Rama with a smile. It tidied up Risma's veil, allowing a few strands of a haircut to come out of it.

“Ciyus” replied Rama, with a slight change of tone to be like a child.

Risma laughed amusedly at him.

“But Risma has not permission Mother Om, pity Mother later if you pick me up here but I do not have”

“Quiet, om already the same permission Mother Risma. Mother is also being bothered today again many cake orders. Mother's bike is also still in the workshop” explained Rama.

“Really”

“Yes”

“Ok princess now we're leaving. Lets go” Rama scolds Risma, guiding her to get into the car. Rama also opened the door for the little girl, making sure she had sat down safely.

“Hah, very good Om if picked up by car” said Risma, the little girl began to change position by slightly laying down her body.

“Oh yes? Why?” Rama began to turn the direction of his car slowly, alternating with other pickers who were in front of them.

“Because the car is cold, the place is wide. I can fall” said Risma by justifying his body, he was looking for the most comfortable position at that time.

Rama shook his head with a smile.

“So seneng not picked up Om today?”

“Seneng dong Om”

“Risma house? This Om buy a drink and some snacks for you”

The car started to go slowly according to Risma's request. Along the way, they sang together. Rama, deliberately played some children's songs there to melt the atmosphere. Although actually without a song they are so amazing and never run out of chat material.

The most precious treasure is family.

The most beautiful palace is the family.

The most meaningful poem is family.

Pearls are family.

Rama and Risma sang together, and both of them showed their hands. Even his face is like that.

“Oh yes, Om family what is it like?”

Ask Risma when the song has run out. His eyes stared innocently at Rama's face.

“Yes like this song, there is a mother or mother, brother or father and son and another brother” explained Rama with the origin, according to the members who composed in the song.

“Oh means I have no dong family. I don't have a father or a brother. I only have Mother and Grandma. Om Rama would not be my family?”

Degs....