The Thorn in the Family

Fathers Day

“Call no ya” he said doubtfully.

In the same stretch of night sky, the two compactly lift each other flat objects

the one next to them. Each of them pressed a number and swiped the green button there.

Busy network.

Busy network.

Both grouse in the heart.

“Ah yes, surely Mas Rama is calling the same brother or even his lover” Tari chose to put back his phone. He sat looking at the makeup mirror in front of him.

“Maybe he's receiving a call from a special one, it's midnight. Who else try the person who wants to contact him if not a special person” Rama put his phone. He folded his legs and looked at the sky outside the room.

Quiescent.

The two kept quiet for a while. His mind was busy thinking about the millions of possibilities.

“Try again ya” Rama again took his phone, immediately then put it back on the table. He abandoned his intention to contact Tari.

“But if not in contact how? What if the wrong costume? There I only embarrassed Risma”

“Ah just contact, for Risma” Rama ventured to suppress the contact of Dance, press it slowly and point at her ears. One hand is busy squeezing the t-shirt used. Suddenly he felt the attack like a high school boy.

Tut.tut...

Connected.

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Rang

Doctor Rama.

Realizing if the incoming call came from Doctor Rama, Dance swiftly shifted the green button there.

“Assalamualaikum” compact both say to each other.

Silence and silence say hello. Only the sound of the night wind and a few animals sounded earthy to each other.

“Eh sorry” said Rama.

“Iya”

“Itu” again the two spoke in a time together.

“Just you first” said Rama.

“No Mas Rama just past”

“Ladies first”

“Hah well, that's why I want to tell you for his clothes tomorrow at the Risma school event wearing light blue clothes. Is Rama? If there is no let me match her clothes later”

“Hem is here. I just wanted to ask you this”

Silence back, somehow their conversation some time became a little clunky as if there was a barrier that could not be explained.

“Ya already then, good night, happy rest” farewell Rama.

“Goodnight also” reply Dance.

Rama quickly closed his phone connection. He threw his cell phone on the bed.

 without realizing he was jumping for joy, Rama himself did not understand what was happening to him. It's just that when he got close to Dance his heart worked harder than usual. And if it is close to Risma half of his soul feels back.

That night Rama did not fall asleep. He prefers to open the contents of his closet, looking for a blue shirt as requested by Tari. There are seven shirts of the same color. Rama tried one by one the shirts. Just want to look perfect in front of Risma, so that the little girl is not disappointed.

“This one may” he lifted one shirt and tried it.

“But this color has faded, this one alone is” he changed to try the others.

“But if this arm is a little short, this one is it then” like that is what Rama did before going to bed. He was confused to find a suitable dress.

“Ah if only had a wife, surely I would not have to bother like this” He was silent for a moment back imagining something beautiful in his mind.

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The morning had arrived, the chirping of birds began to greet the beautiful world. A little girl has been preparing since this morning. He was shocked by the makeup he was going to wear. No professional MUA touch, everything is done by the mother herself. That morning Risma looked very beautiful, she was wearing a light blue dress, with a long dangling covering her legs. Her hair was curled back with a slight touch of a tiara on her head.

The clattering of footsteps began to sound, he ran a little considering the time that had gone by noon. Many times he glanced at the clock that was coiled around his wrist.

“Assalamualaikum” said when knocking on the door.

“Waalaikumsalam” compact all residents of the house answered it. They opened the door

for Rama. Risma half ran towards Rama.

“Sorry yes a little late”

“No Mas, it's still early in the morning. Sorry I missed you” said Tari felt bad.

“I'll take Risma first ya”

Risma immediately took Rama's hand, took him into the car. Little hand

waving towards Dari and Bu Marni.

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Risma School.

This is the first time Risma came to school to commemorate Father's day together with a man. The little girl was so confident holding Rama's hand to get into the classroom. As if to show the universe if he also has a father like a child in general.

The arrival of Rama quite seized the attention of the guardians of existing students. First because it

holding Risma's hand. Usually Risma is only accompanied by Dance only every event at school. But this morning he came along with a grown man. Both because of the excitement in the milii Rama is above average like a hot daddy benget.

Rama began to deliver Risma into his class.

“Hay Dimas! This is my dad!” risma shouted at a boy who had a fat body and skin tended to be black.

“You see I already have a Dad, so stop don't bother me” his typical screams of a child who is sick to his friend. Risma's shouting caught the attention of others.

“See Dad, he's been bothering me a lot at school”

Dimas looked at Rama with fear.

“From now on you must be friends with each other yes, do not mock each other” said Rama

by stroking the two little boys in turn.

Please note, for all fathers from first to third grade students can directly enter the classroom, and sit side by side with their sons and daughters.

The announcement of the loudspeakers began to sound, boisterous all the guardians of the students immediately scattering looking for their respective child classes.

“We want to say dear” whispered Rama to Risma when they were in class and sitting side by side.

“We will dye it later after the coloring result is finished. We present in front of the class”

Please pay attention today is Father's Day. All participants in the mohn to color with their respective fathers. Do your best and do not forget to slip your name and father on the back of the drawing paper.

All the children were ready with drawing paper and colored pencils in front of them. Everything starts to color according to the theme of the picture that has been determined. Risma and Rama were so, both look very enthusiastic in this event. Occasionally Rama wiped the sweat that was present on Risma's forehead. Today all children are allowed to wear free costumes and Risma chose to be princes.

After the coloring event is finished, continue with the presentation session. This time Risma drew a family. He draws in complete numbers there are father, mother child and also grandmother.

“Risma please son, what does this picture mean?” ask a teacher. He showed in the picture they were holding hands with each other. In the picture, all angkara wear pink clothes tend to be white which symbolizes love and affection and white color which means sincerity.

“This is a picture of my family. Family is the beginning of the story at the beginning and love never ending”

The sound of applause echoed in the classroom. Those present were also moved by the words of Risma, except for Rama. He quickly stood up and held Risma who was standing in front of it.

“This is my father, his name is Doctor Rama” Risma smiled so proudly can introduce Rama in the crowd.

The atmosphere was boisterous again, all cheering each other. Whispers began to be heard in anatar ali the students present.

“Pantes alone is very beautiful Risma, it turns out his father is as handsome as that, superior seedlings ya”

“Oh turns out Risma's father is a Doctor huh? Pantes alone was never seen before. Must be busy, Dad”

“I think Risma did not have a father Lo” barrage of student guardians began to air in the ear, understand Dance so limiting interaction with them. He was too busy to make money.

The winner of three coloring competitions is Nimas Sabrina from class 1-B. Second place was Alvin Sanjaya of 1st-A. And the first champion is Kharisma Nur Laila from class 1-C. Please the names summoned hurry to come forward to receive the gifts we have prepared.

The three disciples called by ya already ran forward, they lined up very neatly according to the direction of his teacher. The headmaster's mother began preparing to give the chalice to each winner. After the distribution of Hadian and photo events together, Risma quickly scattered towards Rama. Welcomed with Rama who spread out both hands smiling at the child.

“Daddy thank you for helping me color today. After this can I still call Dad?” risma asked, he showed the trophy to Rama.

“Of course you can. You can call me Dad forever. Now we take a picture of duku ya” Rama taking a phone from his pants pocket, aiming at some pictures of himself and Risma that morning.

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“Mother, I won. Mother I champion” shouted Risma from the front page of her school when she realized that Dance was also present there. Dance deliberately did not leave together earlier, considering having to deliver some orders first.

Risma who was so enthusiastic about victory and the presence of her Mother did not look around. He just ran away with the trophy and the prize in hand. While Rama, the man is being allowed to go to the bathroom for a while.

“Risma don't run away son, wait there. Let Mother who went there” shouted Dance from a distance.

Risma paid no heed, she still ran so fast.

“Risma beware!” The dance screamed very loudly, it also ran as hard as it could.

“Risma..”

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