The Thorn in the Family

Dinner

“Dad,Dad can I hug Dad?”

Rama smiled, he was powerless not to hold the clear puddle in his eyes. His heart shook and warmed. Half of his soul became filled right then and there. They were huddling each other to embrace. Within a few seconds the two fell silent, immersed in an inexplicable sense. One that is certainly half of the emptiness of the soul has found its asa again.

“Daddy” again Risma, said a word she had withstood, never spoken to another adult male.

“Yes son, you can call me Dad. Now Risma has a father. Risma can't be sad anymore. Let's eat together, pity Mother and Grandma have been waiting since. Dad's stomach is also very hungry” persuaded Rama later, he helped Risma to stand. While Risma nodded her head. The protest in Tari has ended. He raised the flag of peace when his mission was accomplished.

“You Want Daddy to hold?” bargaining Rama, he immediately turned his body opposite to Risma, so that the little girl could easily climb onto his back.

“Mau, I want to carry Daddy” cheer Risma cheerfully. He immediately jumped from his bed to Rama's back.

“Well, the princess of his horse is ready to run” Rama ran small like a horse, he also stepped every step sediikt jump.

All the treatment of Rama, greeted warmly by Risma, he increasingly wrapped his hands around Rama's neck. His smile filled the void of space in the house. Ms. Marni and Tari, who heard Risma's laughter, looked at each other right then and there.

“Father-father” shouted Risma as she travelled from her room to the dining room.

“Thanks Dad” said back when Rama landed his body on the chair. The man straightforwardly prepared a plate for Risma, filled it with rice and some side dishes that were there.

“Please eat dear” said Rama when handing a plate in front of Risma.

“Thank you Daddy” replied Risma, her face sparkling a smile yes with a wide at that moment. While Bu Marni and Tari suddenly looked at each other without a word. As if looking for an answer to the words of Risma who had just thrown from her sweet mouth.

“Delay a lot of food yes, would you like to get Daddy?” greet the little girl, she really is no longer angry.

“Risma don't like that, not the same Om Rama. Just call the right one” Bright Dance, cut off her son's hopes.

“Why?”

“Why Bun. Om Rama it's okay to call Dad. Isn't it Om?” Risma glanced at Rama, he was waiting for a defense there.

Rama nodded his head, smiling on the sidelines and arranging rice and side dishes on his plate.

“Sorry yes Mas, for the sassness of my son”

“No problem Tar, I'm willing to cosplay as Risma's father. I asked him to call me Dad. I don't mind at all, there I'm getting happy” Rama glances at Risma, he raised one by one his eyebrows.

While Risma, the little girl stuck her tongue out at Tari, she again mocked her Mother.

“If you don't mind, let me who tomorrow accompany Risma activities at school” Rama's permission back.

“But Mas” Tari seemed to weigh up the decision to be chosen, he was afraid that someday this would complicate the path. Rama is a grown man who should have a family. Dari is afraid that one day if he finds his real family, Rama will leave Risma just like that. He does not want to build a beautiful hope for the child, while he himself cannot promise to make it happen.

“Already Tar, let your child feel the happiness” interrupted Mom later, when Dance still doubts the decision to be taken.

One minute.

Three minutes.

Five minutes, Tari was silent in her thoughts.

“By ya Bun?” risma's eyes looked like a kitten asking to be picked up, Anyone who saw would not have the heart to refuse the request. Rama laughed amusedly at the behavior of Risma who was already cute for children his age.

“Alright, but promise yes. Don't bother Om Rama”

“Kok Om the Bun? Call him Father Rama. Yes, yes, yeah?”risma explained enthusiastically.

Uhuk...

Dance choked on her own saliva, how could it? Rama can easily win the heart of his son, until the little girl unconditionally complies with him.

“Mother also call Dad dong. Let me like friends have Mother and Father” again Risma said without the slightest guilt. Ms. Marni chuckled amusedly hearing every speech of her granddaughter. He felt he had a comrade-in-arms who wanted Dance and Rama to unite.

“Hem, that's a call for Risma only. Adults should not call Dad”

“Why Bun?”

Dance shook her head slowly. Again he had to get caught up in his own answer. Now he has difficulty stringing words in answering his son's questions.

“Hem, look at me, son. Mother already has her own father. Risma if calling her father Mother is grandfather. Well if the same Om Rama calls it up to Mother, not necessarily the same as you”, Rama explained, he took a glance at Risma stroking the long hair of the little boy.

“Oh, like that. So Mommy calls Father Rama what dong Bun?”

“Mas can too, I prefer to be called like that without showing my identity and profession” replied Rama, who made Dari's cheeks flushed for a while. She is also like any adult woman in general, sometimes she also longs for attention and affection. Although he always dismissed all of that in his mind. But in fact, the words thrown from the mouth of Rama enough to make his heart warm.

Miss Marni who witnessed also felt happy, she was unceasingly smiling at the sight that had long been lost in this family.

“Let's eat first, then hunt for food cold” Bu Marni invites everyone to eat.

“I want in a bribe Ayah” whine Risma with spoiled. Rama did not mind. The adult man painstakingly put bribes for rice bribes into Risma's mouth, not even realizing that the rice in his plate was intact.

“Sini let Grandma bribe. Risma's father let me eat first”

Hua felt the heart of Rama, like getting a splash of ice water at that time. He is countless happy. Dancing was a little awkward, he was confused about putting his current position. He chose to look down at the plate of rice in front of him. His eyes occasionally glanced at the scene before him, as Risma and Rama interacted with each other in a smile.

“Bu Thanks for the dinner invitation. Excuse me first. Let me drive Risma to school tomorrow” farewell Rama when dinner is over.

“Trank you also nak Rama, have been pleased to come to our house to eat together.Thank you also have helped many things for our family, especially for the happiness of Risma” said Mother with haru.

“Dad don't go home”

“Tomorrow Daddy's here again yes, pick you up. We go to school together. It's already night. Risma time to rest so that tomorrow can wake up early to school” Rama down to align himself with Risma, he said goodbye slowly, slowly, as wet as Rama slalu's parting event ended with the drama that Risma did.

“Tar, deliver Rama first. Let me take Risma in”

Dari and Rama went hand in hand towards the front yard, there was no chat in both at that time, there they walked a long distance. Shut up to each other. Both are confused about what kind of conversation to start. Suddenly everything felt so awkward. Dance eyes circulate in all directions as a way to eliminate the awkwardness that exists. The same thing Rama did, he scratched his hair that did not feel itchy at all.

“I went home first yes, Risma” mother pamitnya later, Rama did not realize what had just come out of his mouth,

“Eh sorry”

“Please her Father Risma, thank you for all her help” replied Tari clumsily. He was so awkward after a long time of not interacting with men.

The two fell silent for a while.

“I go home first” say Rama back.

Dance nodded her head and smiled, she preferred that way rather than having to be wrong in stringing sentences, which would lead to embarrassment later.

The roar of the car began to light up, echoing filling the yard area of Tari's house. Slowly the car began to run slowly leaving a beautiful hope for the eight-year-old. Dance immediately into the house. Close the door of the house and even lock it.

“Quite the door is closed and locked, but his heart do not” interrupted Mom when she saw her son turned around.

“Mother, what’an anyway. I want to go to the room first night” Tari chose to leave Miss Marni, before the middle-aged woman gave her a million questions that were beyond reason.

Dance began to lay herself on the bed. His fingers are busy surfing in cyberspace. He's looking for inspiration for the costume that Risma will wear tomorrow. Nothing means, he himself never prepared anything special for Father's Day, considering Risma rarely attended this event.

It seems like wearing this color dress is funny, this will also not make it difficult for Mas Rama to match it.

Dance options fall on a light blue color dress. He deliberately chose the color to make it easier for Rama to match it. Risma also has a light blue dress. The dress I used for my birthday a while back.

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Rama's House.

Until twelve o'clock in the evening, Rama could not close his eyes. He's too enthusiastic tonight to fall asleep.

“I forgot to ask, tomorrow should wear what clothes? Perhaps there is a special dress code” thought Rama who seemed to be weighing.

“Do I have to ask first?”

He glanced at the flat object that was on his side.

“Telfon no yes?” his heart was doubtful, afraid in guessing it was just a mode.

The same thing in the sense of Dance, he was restless, did not think in the slightest to discuss the costume that will be used tomorrow, he was worried if considered only mode only.

“Call no ya” he said doubtfully.