The Thorn in the Family

Three Flavors

“Dance, is she really Bethiku”

Randi started to move from his seat. He was sitting in one corner of the hospital. He smoked a cigarette slowly. Enjoying every sensation created in the taste that he has long left behind. Since losing Tari, his life changed, he returned to being a cigarette addict. Repeatedly he sucks

the cigarette, until a puff of smoke filled his face.

I think it's just a hallucination.

After several steps from her seat, the woman was drowned by the darkness of the night. Even the shadows are no longer created. Randi also undoes his intention to pursue a woman who he thinks is similar to Dance. Logic and reason began to work. He denied the presence of the woman here.

Where maybe Dance is here. Hem, I think, I've been crazy since I lost him.

Randi took another sip of his cigarette, leaning his back against the corner of the hospital. He cannot create happiness in his life. His life was completely empty and languishing. There is no longer any purpose for meaningful living. Only the healing of Ms. Srining is the only motivation to remain standing until now.

O night you are still as quiet as ever. You put him in my head. Dancing in the gray noise. The night was getting late, but I never really felt silence, for me who had to be separated from my loved ones. And tonight, the sky was crying, as if accompanying a silent heart. And that cry rekindles every taste that has died.

Randi started to change his sitting position. He got up from the long chair. His eyes looked up at the moon and the stars that were being covered by the darkness of the night, blocked by the rain. His hands shortened in the chest, a long sigh also joined. Only a note from his cell phone accompanies him tonight.

Help me at night to give him up

Star help me calm him down

From jealousy

From suspicion

Because I have this heart only for you

Calm yourself too far

I'm not that bad actually

All my struggles

Behind yourself

Just because I can't

Life without you

****

At the same coordinate point on Earth. On the third floor of the Mango room, Tari and Risma were sleeping through a dream that had entered their tribe. At that time, Tari slept in the chair next to her son. He put a head with a small bag in his arms. He closed his eyes tightly, the roar of a long sigh began to sound. Both from Dance and Risma. It seemed like the two women were already completely asleep in their sleep. After a day of untold tension.

Rama had not yet left Risma's room. The man sat on the sofa in the room. His eyes observed the two slumbering women before him. Rama refused to leave them. There was a heart telling him to stay. Guarding the two angels. Rama, start rising from his seat. He walked slowly with a thin blanket in his bag. Slowly his hands began to stretch out covering the body of Dance who was curled up in her sitting.

 “Sleep, you must be very tired not” he muttered inwardly, after giving a blanket to Dari. Rama still stands on the side of the dance. Looking at the two women in front of him.

“Can?” his mind began to air, imagining all the despair in his dead soul, in the silence of the night.

“She is too perfect for me which is a lot of lack, but is it wrong if I try to reopen a piece of dead heart?” rama spoke in silence. His heart was busy talking to himself.

Now he moved to the side of Risma, allowing the little girl's blanket to shift slightly due to the movement of her legs. He allowed the blanket very slowly, not wanting to disturb the fatigue in Risma's sleep. Rama also gave a brief kiss on Risma's forehead.

Forgive me for being negligent in taking care of you. I promise after this I will be more careful in taking care of you. If you and God please I want to take care of you both.

Rama's gaze returned to the shady face of Dance who was sleeping in peace. He smiled, straight away

he turned his body back to the sofa. Rama was about to follow Tari and Risma to sleep in the same dream.

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“Hay, good morning” greet Rama, he has taken a shower and changed clothes at that time.

“Lho, is Rama here? What from last night is still here?” tanya Dari shyly, this is the first time there is a man who saw her with a new face waking up.

“According to you?” Rama smiled and began to erode the distance, approaching at Tari, he carried a white plastic pack in his hand.

“Don't forget breakfast. After breakfast you can go home first to change clothes and pick up some of the equipment you need. I think Risma will be a little longer to stay here”

“Old? How much longer?” tanya Dari wistfully, suddenly her face changed back to sad.

“At least until the condition is completely normal as usual. But you take it easy everything went well. The condition of Risma increasingly more hours increasingly show good development. Breakfast first?” renegade Rama, this time he began to open some packs of rice in front of him.

“Mas Rama from last night didn't come home? I'm sorry I fell asleep so fast that I don't know if Mas Rama came home or not?”

Hem...

Rama smiled.

“Not a problem, have I told you, right? If my room is near here. There are all my needs there. You could say this hospital is my second home to stay in. So there are all my necessities and equipment there too. You can rest there if you want. You can sleep soundly, there is a small bed that can be used to sleep. Let me take care of Risma here” Tawar Rama later, actually since last night he wanted to offer that thing, but he undone. Rama did not have the heart to wake up Dance who was so asleep in her sleep.

Dari immediately shook her head slowly, in reaction to the rejection. For Tari all the facilities that Rama gave to her and Risma were more than enough. Especially when Tari found out, if Rama had covered all the costs for what happened to Risma. Not a Dance that can not afford to pay, but Rama with a sense of responsibility has taken over first.

“No Mas, I'm here only. I want to go to the bathroom first nitip Risma, maybe he woke up in his sleep” berbit Tari, he began to enter the bathroom. While Rama, the man quickly headed to Risma's bed, waking up slowly.

“Risma woke up son, Risma dear” Rama deliberately woke up Risma, because the day had indeed started to go by day. The hours for breakfast will be over soon while Risma has not eaten at all since yesterday.

“Ayah” whine Risma with slow. His eyes glanced around.

“Why am I here?”

“It hurts so much” Risma moans, her eyes dewy she looks at Rama with sadness.

“Sabar yes dear, Risma is sick. Your hands are being treated by a doctor. No papa, don't be afraid this is just a small wound soon also definitely healed”

“But this hurts so much Dad! My hands can't move” Risma cries as she should

child his age.

“For a while you can borrow Dad's hand to do something or when you want to do something, then let me help you. Now Risma wants what?”

“Eat first yes nak?” tawar Rama, who was immediately greeted with a headband by Risma.

“Must eat first dong dear, he said want to heal quickly. I'll promise you that Risma recovers we go for a walk. Eat first yes kak keep us taking medicine”

“Don't want the cure bitters”

“Daddy has concocted its own special medicine for Risma, this medicine is not bitter but delicious.

Eat ya babe”

Krucuk.krucuk..

The sound of Risma's stomach could not be conditioned, he did feel hungry at that time.

“Hayo hungry right? Here the father who bribe” Rama began to feed Risma, he fed with his own method, to make Risma unconscious has almost spent the contents of his plate. The little girl also laughed on several occasions.

While Dance, the woman did not really cleanse herself. He leaned against the bathroom door, lit the water faucet in the bucket shelter. He left the water full and just kept flowing. Dance listened to every word spoken from Rama and Risma.