The Thorn in the Family

Rama and Risma 2

Degs....

Cit........

Friction of asphalt and car brakes collide with each other at that time. Rama was shocked by the words that had just come out of Risma's sweet mouth. To make it he did not focus on the situation around.

“Sorry baby, you must be scared huh?” the question then after braking suddenly.

Risma shook her head slowly. “No, I'm not afraid. Sorry, Om, I made Om not focus on driving. Don't tell Mommy yes Om, I'm afraid Mommy is angry because it has disturbed Om drive”

Rama pulled over his car for a moment under one of the big banyan trees on the left side of the road.

“Sayang Om is not angry. Sorry, but it surprised you. Risma can think of Om as the Risma family. Fellow human beings living on the earth of God, so we are all brothers” Rama chose to stroke the head of Risma that afternoon.

“Oh so ya” the little girl nodded obediently, as if, understand what Rama said.

Honest in Risma's deepest heart, eager to call Rama Father. But for some reason since the incident just happened to them, he broke the intention. Suddenly his tongue felt like he could not speak. He did not want to make Rama uncomfortable to be by his side. The same is true of Rama. It was eager for the grown man to have Risma call him Father, but he had no power to speak. Afraid that Tari would be offended and divide the distance between them.

“Today Om, not busy lo. Where would Risma go for a walk? Om ready to accompany”

“Really Om, but where? I never walk the”

Rama's heart again felt pain, should children the age of Risma often taken for a walk even if only around the house. According to research, children who are often taken for a walk and get to know the environment will tend to have a high level of intelligence. In addition, the relationship between the child and the parents, will be recorded all the time. Again, all because of circumstances. Rama can't blame Dance. Being a single parent is not easy. Especially must take care while being the backbone of the family.

“Risma likes to see twilight no?”

“What is Om?”

“So you've never seen dusk?. Well Om will invite Risma to see the twilight on the Teletubbies hill over there. Princess is ready?”

“Risma not yet permission mother Om” again Risma said like that. It is a submissive child, every word or wejangan Dance so stuck in the heart, do not want to violate and make the mother disappointed.

“Kata mother if you want to go-go must permission first, so mother is not confused looking later”

“Ok, we permission Mother first yes”

Rama took the cell phone in his shirt pocket. He's looking for a list of Dance names there. A moment later he began to press the green button and tried to connect with Dance.

Dance Calling....

“Mother, I want to go for a walk with Om Rama can?”

“West-way?”

“Iya, I want to see dusk all playing with Om Rama. Can be Bun. Tomorrow is Sunday” whines Risma later, when her voice is connected with the mother.

“Hem. All right but Risma promised ya don't be naughty. Don't make Om Rama hassles”

“Iya promise”

“Then please give your phone to Om Rama”

Risma quickly extended her hand, handing the flat object to its owner.

“Assalamualaikum Mas Rama” melodious, slow and seductive female voice heard there.

Degs...

Rama's heart warmed up again. Suddenly he felt an impromptu attack that could stop his heart, He felt so familiar and close to the sound. The best senior doctor in the hospital in the city, suddenly suddenly blank did not answer. His tongue felt innumerable.

“Halo, mas Rama is still there?” Dance again said a sentence.

“Ah, yes what is it? Oh yes waalaikumsalam” replied Rama groggyly, he was stunned at that time, a few seconds later he shook his head remembering the stupidity that had just been created.

“Mas, sorry for the trouble. Definitely Risma who asked in ajakin streets” said Tari, from there. He felt bad already troublesome. Like the word already in love even ask for forgiveness. Already helped pick up the school now even ask for a walk.

“No-no. This is not Risma who asked. I took him for a walk. May I borrow this beautiful boy for my Sunday night. I'll make sure he returns safely” Bright Rama, who is over there.

"Where?"

“How, will Mommy come?” Reflek, Rama also called Dance with the name of Mother like Risma.

Degs...

Silent...

The atmosphere suddenly stiff at that moment, Rama who realized his actions immediately smothered his mouth. He smacked his mouth a little because he was talking. Semenata Tari, she was also speechless and surprised. His heart was a little churned. A sacred call he had not heard from a man for a long time. That afternoon was heard again.

The two kept quiet for a few seconds.

“Om Rama, why was his mouth hit?” said Risma, who of course was heard by Tari, through the sound of air.

“No-no dear, this itch in mosquito bite” replied Rama. Dance who heard Rama's reply. I can only shake his head with a smile.

“Yes already, I take Risma for a walk first huh. Assalamualaikum”

“Waalaikumsalam” disconnected phone connection. Rama returned to his car at a slow speed. He deliberately drove in a slow pace, so that when on the hill Teletubbies twilight has appeared.

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The Bukit Dusk Teletubbies.

That afternoon, dusk was showing its charm. The orange color degradation display is squirted with each other, stretching widely on the horizon. Her beautiful charm, radiates peace to anyone who witnesses it.

At that time, Rama took Risma's small hand. They walk each other slowly. Enjoy the flower-studded grass on one of the hills. Both of them walked in silence, as if they were diving into each other's taste. There is a piece of heart that feels it finds a place to shelter. There is a heart that feels filled. The bond between a father and son.

Still in silence. The two walked together.Hand that interlocked together not willing to be released at that time. Teletubbies Hill, a small hillside place, which is in front of one of the elite housing estates in the city of S. This place is so beautiful, the air is still cool even though it is located in the middle of the city. The vast expanse of grass and some flowers on the side, making it has its own charm for connoisseurs of twilight.

Many visitors who come even just to unwind after work, before returning to step forward to gather relatives. There are also those who deliberately run a small carpet and bring some food there, bringing with them children and their families just to see the twilight. Not infrequently among young people, who sit in a circle together. Whether it's with a friend or a loved one. All seemed to be racing for pleasure with the arrival of twilight.

“Om Rama likes with dusk?” asked the little girl, as she sat on the grass. His eyes looked up at his interlocutor. His fingers held each other by sitting cross-legged.

“Hum” that adult male just nodded his head and gave a fleeting smile.

“I also like to see this orange color Om”

“Oh yes?, what makes Risma like with twilight?” rama asked, he also looked at Risma with a smile. He also brought some snacks and drinks placed in front of the child.

“Beautiful Om, the color I like, Very good and feels calm” replied the seven-year-old. Maybe he was trying to string up a word to describe a beautiful twilight, but he was able to. The limited vocabulary makes it easy to say that twilight is beautiful.

“Om like to enjoy twilight?”

Rama nodded, he often spent the afternoon enjoying the twilight on the Teletubbies hill. He will leave alone sitting pensively in the crowd of visitors.

“Why Om like?”

Being quiet....

Dusk, twilight taught me many things. I learned from dusk to accept everything sincerely. It is like the twilight that receives the sky for what it is. From dusk I also learned if admiring is not forever to have. Dusk also taught me how to say goodbye in an effective way. It was twilight that taught me that life does not always go brilliantly.

Twilight...

Miss you.

Rama was silent, his heart was busy talking. Given a long-overdue piece of the story, it has long gone and is unlikely to return.

At night, I await your promise.

One last sentence spoken at that time “Senja said that, beauty does not have to come earlier”

“Om, Om Rama why stay silent?” Risma shook Rama's body slowly. A moment later the tiny hand stroked Rama's face slowly. Swiping away the broken details.

“Om why cry?”