The Thorn in the Family
About Dusk
Mas....
It's morning, it's time for me to come back. God is waiting for me there. I'm tired of fighting, please let me go in your arms.
Mas...
The morning is back, allow the twilight to go home. I promise I'll come back someday. If I don't go back to my old form, maybe I'll come back with another part of my life.
Mas....
Let me go, please. Take off all the tools attached to my body. I can no longer endure. I miss the creator.
Mas....
I embrace in all the do’a that is stifled in your breath. I leave this little angel to you as a solace and a friend spends your day without you.
They wake...
I'm pampering.
“Om why cry?” again Risma, wiggling Rama's body slowly. They are still in the same position. Sitting side by side and leaning slightly to face each other.
“Om again sad yes?” Risma rubbed the clear puddle, which almost spilled from the adult man's eye patch.
“Oh, no-no. Forgive Om. Om was just remembering someone just”
“Someone? Who's Om?”
“Wife Om first”
“Yah so Om, already have a wife ya” suddenly Risma bowed her head. The little girl showed a sad face. His desire to have Rama as Father has run aground. He cannot ask someone who is married to be a companion of his mother.
“Why you?”
Risma did not reply, she just shook her head with a manyun.
“Wife Om Rama live where? I never knew. Surely she is very beautiful, Om” Risma guessed, she was comparing the beauty of the mother with the wife of Om Rama.
“I can see his picture” He looked up with a pleading gaze.
Without thinking long Rama, quickly grabbed the wallet in his pants pocket. He took out a very small paper. Tucked in the front of his wallet. A woman in a white veil with a white abaya.
“Beautiful once Om” Praise Risma honestly then.
“Iya beautiful, like you” Rama back to look at Risma's face with deep.
“But I never saw this aunt here Om. Where does aunt live?”
“Surga” answered with a smile, but his eyes were inundated with water and almost spilled back.
Rama and Risma fell silent. For some reason the little girl suddenly turned into an adult, Rama should be talking to someone who is able to understand his heart.
Tacit.
The mood was silent again. The two looked at each other at the beautiful twilight that was in front of the eyes, without words and without sound.
Quiescent.
Just shut up. Each breath can be heard from each other. Risma was sad. For the first time he felt sad when he saw a photo of a person he did not know, especially that person was no longer there.
“Hay, Om ngajak Risma streets are not for sad, so now let's have fun” explained Rama. He got up from his seat. Starting to tickle slowly with Risma's back, he also picked up the bandana stored on his hijab.
“Hayo take if you can”
The two of them laughed and chased after each other at that moment, as if the conversation that had just been spoken did not exist.
“You want to make bandana?”
“Emang can?”
“Can dong”
Rama takes one type of plant that has a long stalk. He arranged one by one the stalks and flowers slowly and neatly to produce a very beautiful bandana.
“You like?”
“Like once Om. The color is good, the flowers are also pretty”
“It's beautiful, if you wear it. If you use Om later to be a boneless guy” Rama tries to show himself like a woman so-called events.
The twilight began to fade, he went along with the time. Drowning in the darkness of the night. A moment later the stars began to shine each other's rays. Adhan voices began to echo from all directions. Risma and Rama drown enjoying the beautiful twilight chatting with each other and exchanging stories. Share some of the funny stories in their lives.
“We pray first yes. After prayer we find food. You must have been hungry” Rama's instructions by holding Risma's hand. The two were walking towards one of the large mosques on the front of the housing estate.
“Liar Om, who brought his bag. Risma can pray by itself?”
The little girl nodded as a sign of the answer to Rama's question.
“Mother has taught me to pray since childhood Om” He replied then with confidence.
Again Rama, amazed by Dance. As a single parent, he is very good at educating children. Not just in academia. Dance also upholds the value of religion and manners in guiding her child. The two are separated in different rooms, to fulfill their duty as servants of God.
“Eat first yuk, Risma want to eat what?”
“Hem what yes?”
“Serah Om Rama course”
“If we eat chicken krispi how?”
“Ok ready”
That night, Rama was enjoying his day with Risma. He felt like he was plunging straight into being a father. Many times his heart thumped as their hands joined together and occasionally Rama carried it. Rama also took the time to be able to feed the little boy.
“Om I want to ride it” point Risma when seeing the bombomcar in time zone.
“Each Mr. Putri” do not need to wait long. Rama quickly obeyed everything Risma asked for. Rama takes control to determine the direction of their game. A voice between joy and fear of collaborating as one.
Aaaaa
“Risma” handle said Rama when their motors collide with each other with other visitors.
Huh.huh...
Risma's breathing panted after repeatedly shouting out loud. His sweat drenched his little hijab. While his hands still hold tight to Rama's arms.
“It's done” Rama patted Risma's back hiding behind her arm.
“Pepek yes? We buy another drink, huh?” Rama chooses to carry Risma, taking her to the ford card to find a drink and some other small snacks.
Scroup..srup...
“Please princess ice cream her” Rama put one big cap ice cream right in front of Risma.
“Thank you Om. Today I am very happy to be able to eat a lot of snacks”
“Really?”
Risma nodded her head, without looking at Rama. He was busy enjoying the ice cream in front of him.
“When we go for a walk again huh Om. But I want to take Mother. Can it?”
“Of course you can. Risma anytime you want to go for a walk. Om Rama is ready to accompany during not together with practice time in hospital”
*****
The sky had already turned dark, rows of stars scattered over the darkness of the night. Bethari sat on the porch of her house, her hand holding a flat object waiting for news of the princess' return. Time has shown over eight o'clock in the evening. Risma is going home.
Can not be denied his heart is worried. A worried face is firmly attached to the look of her beautiful face. He stood up from his seat many times, looking up at the street at night. Wishing her son to emerge from the darkness. Even if it had asked for permission, but this was the first time Risma had gone for a long time without him.
“Already, just enter Tar first. I'm sure Risma's fine. Didn't he go with Rama. I'm sure Rama will take good care of your son”
“But Ma'am, it's been a night once”
“New eight hours, soon to be home” babble mother with memeng dari. Take him into their house.
Tin.tin...
Not long after, the roar of the sound of cars began to be heard entering the yard of Bu Marni's house. Rama opens the car and tries to wake Risma up. He patted slowly with the cheek of the little girl but unfortunately he never opened his eyes. Because Rama could not bear to choose to lift Risma and bring her into the house.
“Assalamu'alaikum” said later while on the doorstep. Dari and Ms. Marni immediately ran towards the source of the sound to see who was coming.
“Wassalamaicum. Jeez Risma overslept?” tanya Tari when she saw her son closing his eyes.
“Where is the room?”
“In Sana” Tari shows a small room with a pink nuance next to her bedroom.
“Mari mas, I inter” Rama quickly follow the direction of the road Tari. He laid Risma's body slowly on the bed. Then covers.
“Sorry yes mas, so troublesome like this” said Tari felt bad.
“No papa. Sweet boy's charisma he's not fussy at all. I am so happy to enjoy the day with him. Anytime may I pinjem again his son for the streets” permission Rama later. They were still standing on the side of Risma's bed.
“Iya can”
“You can also bring your mother Rama” said Mother, who accidentally heard her son's conversation.
“Yeye streets the same mother and Om Rama” shouted Risma by opening his eyes. He moved his hands up at that moment. Sontak makes Dari and Rama look at him simultaneously.
“Risma!”
