The Thorn in the Family

Photo Threesome 2

“Mas, excuse me can ask please photoin us?” rama said to someone who was

sit in the corner of a chair in front of the park. He was accompanying a woman

middle-aged, who sits in a wheelchair.

“Excuse me sir, here are some drugs that are not in this hospital. Please Mr

looking at the pharmacy at the end of the road there” explained a nurse

who came to Randi.

Sure enough, the man was Randi, he was sitting on his back to Rama and also to Dance.

She was taking Ms. Srining out of her room to enjoy the cold

in the morning. Not yet Randi, turning his head when his name was called by a man, he had moved to the nurse who had just arrived.

“Mama is here for a moment, let me call Papa to nemenin Mama. I want to go to the pharmacy first take medicine” pamit Randi, he left Ms. Srining alone in front of the park, and stepped up to call his Papa who was cleaning himself in the nursery of Bu Srining.

“Yes, the person even ran away” said Rama fretfully when someone who wanted to be asked for help ignored but instead left.

“We try again the photos. Here let Mother who set the layout of her phone” Hand Dance outstretched, asking permission on Rama, to borrow her phone.

Rama replies with a smile, giving the phone to Tari.

“We get ready first ya” Tari started putting the phone right in front of them. He gave the bag pad he wore, as a wedge so that the phone can stand and be able to capture their images thoroughly. He set a timer for a long time. Not to forget he also set the shot in large quantities, so he did not have to bother running to take his phone.

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Two

Three

Cis...Cis...Cis...

various styles are done by all three. They are stylish as requested by Risma, from smiling, sad, manyun to alai style. Everything is in the frame of the gallery on Rama's phone.

“Risma already yuk, Mommy tired of the smile continues from earlier” Tari squeaking her cheeks that already feel stiff. Countless times they took pictures that morning.

“Again, I want more. A little more Bun. We have not tried a style like this” hand outstretched Risma to give an example of the style you want. The style brings together two hands between Tari and Rama that form love, while the face of Risma is in the middle of it.

“Hah, what style is it?” tanya Dari looked strangely. This one and only daughter really made him and Rama die in style on the spot.

“As if Bun, Dad want it?”

“Mau dong, make Risma what the hell is not” Rama smiled, and gently stroked Risma's hair. Rama's answer seemed to bring fresh air to Risma.

“Ok we start again”

Checkered

Checkered

They were enjoying the atmosphere that morning. Joking and laughing too. Not infrequently on several occasions Rama, also gave a little praise and motivation to Dance. He does not want to act excessively, even though his heart so desires. He does not want to make Tari, feel uncomfortable in his presence.

“Mother, Father, do you know? If it hurts like this. I prefer to sick” Risma chirps on the sidelines of their laughter.

“Kok Risma said that anyway nak?” Dance stared at the child.

“I'm happy if I'm sick. I'm sad because when I'm sick like this, I have a complete family. I have a Father and Mother who love me well he replied with a smile.

“Princess” new calls embedded Rama for Risma.

“You don't need to be sick. Father and Mother will always love you, Isn't it Risma”

Dari shook his head in response to what Rama said.

“If you love me, why don't Daddy and Mom stay together?

Can't we be a real family” he said innocently.

He looked at the faces of Rama and Tari in turn.

Degs...

prediction BMKG.

Quiescent.

No one dared to answer Risma's question, both of them chose to be silent do not want to issue a word or sentence that later can make one feel offended or unpleasant. They choose to throw their eyes in any direction.

“Dad. Mother, do not just shut up” again Risma, the eight-year-old girl demanded an answer.

Huft..

Dari exhaled with a long breath, the same thing was done by Rama. The two then looked at each other for a moment, as if they were discussing to assemble the answer to the question given by Risma.

Without them noticing, in the other part of the garden there was someone quietly observing

everything they do. The woman stared at him from a distance. His forehead wrinkled each other and the face that leaned to the front. He was making sure what he saw.

A dance?

Is that really dance?

And that little girl, she's Risma?

Ms. Srining sat in silence. His eyes could not escape the object

in plain sight. He really looked carefully, making sure that what he saw was not wrong. Moreover, the style of dress and body gestures are so similar to his former daughter-in-law.

Yes, it is dance. But who is the man next to him. Why are they here?

Ms. Srining observed in silence. He wanted to shout to call out to Tari, he wanted to run scattering to it. He wanted to apologize for everything that had happened in the past. But unfortunately his ability to do it all does not exist. He is unable to speak even if just calling the name of manatan

her daughter-in-law.

His tongue is so thick. And so does the rest of the body. It doesn't work

as it should have been as before.

“Uhuhhh huhuh” shouted as hard as he could.

“Ri.ri.ri..” his hand tries to wave calling the owner name. But darling

his voice was outnumbered by the noise and fanfare of hospital activity in the morning. The morning in the hospital was busy. Starting from some officers who clean the room, changing the sheets following pillowcases there are also some who are in charge of delivering food.

Not long after, Mr. Nario ran a little to come to his wife, when he heard the voice of the wife. He sat down next to the wheelchair.

“What's up?” ask him patiently.

Ms. Srining's hand was stretched out to show her what she saw. He also tried to speak as much as he could.

“What's Ma? You see what?”

“Ri ri....” answered with stammering.

“What's Ma?” Mr. Nario also saw the direction his wife pointed out.

“Ri ri..” he said back.

“From?” Mr. Nario began to catch what his wife said. Bu screening is often

he called his former son-in-law's name. Maybe there is guilt

to her, it made the woman remember one name.

“Already Ma, do not be like this continue. Dance is not here”

“Ri ri” It still echoes one same name.

“Ma, yes already. Don't keep going like this. You focus on your healing. Let Tari also live happily with her life now”

Mr. Nario chose to push Bu Srining's wheelchair, turning towards the spot

immoral. While Ms. Srining, her eyes were watering, for some reason her feelings had become very sad back then.