The Thorn in the Family

Daddy's?

“I just remembered, if tomorrow is Father's day, I don't want to go to school tomorrow. I don't have a Dad. I don't want to be tejek temen-friends later”

Degs....

Dance was silent for a while, her back leaning against the door frame that was in the room. His eyes closed for a moment. His temple, which had lost its pain this morning, suddenly pulsed again. Even more pain at the moment. Likewise with his heart, which felt like it was hit by a knife incision that was laced with lemon juice on it.

 He let out a long sigh many times, thinking of all the words that would come out of his mouth, to

answer the child's question. Events like this are not the first. Since entering the park right-hand, Risma also often contemplate and cry when the day Father arrived, especially when some of her friends who deliberately mocked and questioned the existence of her father.

“Mother, may yes for tomorrow only I do not go to school. Let me come with you to the store. I can really help Mother there” she said back with a sad look in any direction. He did not dare to turn his body to see the arrival of his mother.

“Sayang” Dance starts to open her voice. He slowly began to scrape the distance closer towards the child. Filled with the love of his son. He also stroked Risma's long hair, kissing her deeply.

“Nak, school yes. Risma can't be like this. We face it together ya”

“But Bun, I'm ashamed. I'm ashamed to be taunted by friends. I will be alone there, friends will definitely hold a game together and accompanied by their father” his little great-grandson began to speak slowly. He still refuses to be persuaded.

“School yes son, later Mommy loves a gift if Risma wants to go to school. You can ask for anything you want”

“Truly Bun, can I ask for anything I want?”

Dance nodded her head slowly.

“Absolutely this beautiful princess would like to ask what the hell is the same Mother?”

“I want a new Dad Bun, so that tomorrow can be taken to school during the event Father” day

“Hah?”

Dance had trouble swallowing her own saliva when she heard the answer from her son. How can he have to grant a request that is beyond BMKG predictions.

“But nak”

“Tuh right Mommy can not bother my request. Mommy just like that, yes I don't want to go to school tomorrow. Mommy just go there, I don't want to see Bunda” Risma pushing Tari's body to get out of her room. The little girl quickly locked the door of her room from the inside. She cried again in the dark of the room. Hugging his own body in silence. Asanya has a complete family has run aground. In fact, his life is equally limp, like when he was in an orphanage first.

Dance stepped lazily, leaving her child in the room. He knew that if Risma was crying at this moment, even the sound of her sobbing could be heard from outside the room. Heartbreaking, that was how a vague voice sounded. He walked slowly to the dining room, where he saw his mother talking lightly with Rama. Apparently the man kept mom's invitation to dinner together.

“What's Tar? Looks like I heard your son's crying”

Dari still refused to answer, but the look on her face was not okay. His heart was completely sliced if in this kind of position.

“Nak Rama please” Mother's file later when the question is not answered by Tari, he felt bad inviting guests to dinner in this condition.

“Why else?” the mother repeated her question, this time looking closely at her son's face, waiting for an answer to come out of her mouth.

“Risma Bu” replied with a head down, one hand stirring the rice on the plate.

“Why else is your son?”

“Tomorrow is Father” day

“Lantas?” mom is still chasing the answers from Dance. While Rama was a listener

loyal at that time.

“She does not want to go to school, she said she was ashamed of her friends, later no one accompanied her gales. All his friends no one delivered his mother” Dance down, chin-backed and still fun to play with the food in front of him, stirring many times without intending to eat it.

“Huf, just like this every year” complained unconsciously at that time. Dance is the type of woman who rarely complains, except if it is really tight chest. But that night, he involuntarily let out his heart.

“Sorry if I sassy Bu and Tari. But may I meet with Risma, I want to talk to her”

Dari and Mama were staring at Rama simultaneously.

“Bby?” rama asked back when he saw the strange gazes of the two women who were in front of him.

“Bby please Mas, but his room is in lock from inside. Hopefully Risma will open the door”

Rama nodded, smiled and walked towards Risma's room leaving rice in a dish she had not digested at the time.

Tok.tok...

“Honey, this is Om Rama. Risma inside?”

Silence had no answer, only a faint sound of sobbing could be heard inside.

“Risma open the door, son. Can Om Rama go inside?” he repeated his sentence. Say it slowly and calmly.

“Om Rama what to do?”

“You met you. Can you come in. If possible please dong open the door”

Quiescent. Risma went back silent.

“Open dong babe”

Five minutes passed, Rama was still standing at the door waiting for the little girl to open the door for him. He stood on his back there, suddenly Rama was afraid Risma would not accept his presence.

The door opened, Risma came out with messy hair. Some covered her small face. He hugged the Barbie doll in his hand.

“Sweet child why are you crying?” rama asked, the man looked down to align himself with Risma, he raised a little bit of Risma's chin in order to see her beautiful eyes.

“Kok cry? Wh why? Can Om Rama come in?” Rama asked, but his feet had already moved into the room area of Risma, he held the small hand and sat on the side of the bed.

“Why? Try the same story Om”

“Besok...tomorrow...tomorrow Risma was crying.

“Iya dear, tomorrow why?”

“Tomorrow Father's Day at school. All the friends come in the delivery of his father later there will be games that are done together with their respective Fathers” Defense Risma decay, the little girl cried at that time, too, even his small body of reflex scattered on the deck of Rama.

Rama was silent, he who heard the screams of the little boy felt his heart slashed. There were some flavors that could not be explained at that time. Only one can he feel, if his heart is sad, as sad as it is.

“Oh so tomorrow is father's day huh?”

“I don't want school tomorrow. I'm embarrassed if it's ledekin friends”

“Why should be ashamed?”

Risma was silent, she looked back in silence for a moment.

“If suppose Om Rama who nemenin you school how? What Risma still doesn't want

depart?”

“But Om Rama is not my father. Friends call him Dad not Om”

“Then, Risma can call Om Rama Dad if you want” Rama cupped pepin

the boy, made him look at each other for a moment.

“Whatever can? Om?”

“Bby, if Risma wants. You can call Om Dad whenever you want.

Now can you?”

“Really Om?” Risma's eyes sparkled, she was expecting a gift that night.

“Try it first now call Om Daddy”

“Come try first babe”

“Dad”

“Dad, Dad can I hug Dad?”