The Thorn in the Family

Photo Threesome

“Rama and Risma, why do they have almost the same name?” Sizzle Dance who is still leaning on the bathroom door. Really in his heart, he would love to chat there. But the limits of him and Rama do not allow for that. Dance is so self-conscious of herself, she is also still reluctant to re-knit love. The shadow of failure is still very much felt to this day.

“Dad, Mother where are you? How was it not visible from then on? Did Mommy come home?’ risma asked, her eyes were busy looking for the whereabouts of Dance back then.

“Mother is still in the bathroom dear, clean up first. Risma wants to take a shower too?”

“I where can Daddy shower? My hands are wrapped in bandages like this, I'm very hard to move”

“Let's help Mommy with Daddy, if you want to shower”

Risma chose to shake her head.”Even if I don't shower, I'm still pretty, right? See it? Sweeten?” Risma showed me the sweetest smile she had. His eyes looked at Rama in a moment.

Those eyes, I know those eyes. The look in his eyes was not foreign.

Degs...

Rama's heart was back. Every time together with Risma there is something that can not be explained. There's a sense of wanting to keep the kid. But I don't know either. He is unable to explain with his reason.

Chequek.

The door opened, Dance out with a much fresher face than before. He took the time to shower, even though he did not change his clothes.

“What do you want to go home first grab a shirt? Let Risma be with me. Or do I just want to get a shirt for a minute?”

“No Mas, no need. Mom will be here soon with a change of clothes and other necessities. He just sent me a message”

“Mas Rama is busy? If there are activities please stay first do not papa. Let me take care of him”

“I don't want to, I want to be with Daddy Bun!”

“I want Daddy here” Risma file firmly.

“Rism. Om Rama is a doctor, he has to check his patients”

“Dad! Not Om” the little girl moaned unacceptable.

“Cannot! I'm now Dad's patient. Isn't it Yah?” Risma looked up waiting for an answer from Rama.

“Iya Risma Patient Dad. Because you're a patient, you have to obey everything the doctor says. Now son Risma, time to take medicine first ya”

“Do not want, I do not want to take medicine. I want to take a walk”

“OK we walk after this but Risma take medicine first ya”

With all the seduction and long drama. Risma finally wanted to take all the medicine. He straightened well every grain by grain of medicine given by Rama. Likewise with some antibiotic syrup, it can be easily taken.

“Now let's take a walk”

“Risma, Get busy. Want to take care of his patients first” explained Tari, who already felt bad. Since the presence of Rama, Risma could not escape the man at all.

“No papa Tar, patient visit time is still two hours away. Let's just walk around the hospital here. Dad want to take a wheelchair first”

Rama rushes to leave Risma's nursery to take a wheelchair. While Dari, he combed Risma's hair, giving a little different baby polish and also perfume on her body to make it look more fresh and comfortable.

“Alright then” reply Dance immediately. This time he relented, following Risma's every request. For both of them the command of Risma is a word that must be carried out in order to maintain the stability of his mood.

“Where are we going?” tanya Tari, opened the awkwardness as they walked the three. With Rama in charge of pushing Risma, while he brought some snacks in his hands.

“We go to the park only yes. On the right side there is a garden. Lots of flowers and some little birds. Usually if the morning like this they like to sing”

“Baik” Dance, just follow everything Rama said, after all Rama is much more understanding the ins and outs of the hospital here.

Ten minutes on foot, they arrived at the park that Rama told us about. Sure enough what the man said, there were some flowers that had beautiful colors lined up on the right side. While on the left side in the dominance of bonsai plants and some birds that chirp each other, making a beautiful sound.

Rama, Dance sat on the long chair. Risma was in a wheelchair. The three of them were busy talking and joking. Not infrequently in a few moments Risma's laughter sounded.

Look at this togetherness, he's very good at carrying positions. He can easily turn on susana.

“Mother don't be quiet. I want a photo of Bun”

“Ya Mommy does not bring hp dear”

“Sini let Daddy take photos, use only dad ya” Rama started shooting pictures of Risma from various sides. Starting from the style of smiling, manyun and also strange expressions are all stored in the gallery.

“Photo threesome yuk” cetus Rama, who just came out of his mouth.

The silent dance did not give any reaction of acceptance or rejection.

“Eh sorry” error Rama immediately.

“Ayo Bun, let's take three photos. There I'm the same father Bunda” Rama's idea immediately attracted the attention of Risma, apparently he also wanted the same thing.

With an awkward feeling Dance accepted the request. They were posing like a happy family. There's a son, a mother and a father. Where the child sits in the middle of the flank by the adult next to him.

“Kok not visible?” whinek Risma when the photos taken by Rama can not show the maximum picture. Understandably at that time, Rama's right hand was used to take the picture. So the resulting photos are not aesthetic at all. Showing the full face of Rama maximum, while the face of Tari looks very small because it is at the very end.

“Then, try Dad put it on the ground only ya”

Rama chose to put his phone on the ground. Be in their front. He uses a timer to give a pause in photo preparation. Rama quickly ran towards the chair to catch up with the time on his phone.

Sneakth.

Sneakth.

Sneakth.

There were several shots that were taken that morning. Rama ran to get his cell phone. View the photos that have just been taken.

“Kok looks like wheelchair only. I want the three of us to look clearly” Risma, apparently the results of the shot are still not perfect according to his version. He wanted a much better and clearer picture.

Rama was silent for a moment he seemed to be thinking. Dari chose to stare in any direction, avoiding the question that Rama would say.

“Mas, excuse me can ask please photoin us?”