The Thorn in the Family
Towards DNA Test
“Is this an expression of a taste?” tanya Dance
slowly, he was still hesitant to look at Rama's face at that time.
“I won't force you to do that, you can't answer now. Even you
can answer anytime when you have found the answerSudden”
the atmosphere became awkward between the two.
“Please promise me one thing Mas”
“What?” rama answered softly.
“With or not with me our relationship will remain well established”
Rama smiled at Dance “of course, I will not force you, but may if
I also wish more on you?”
Quiescent
Yet again awkwardness was created between the two of them. Both are wrong, though,
confused to position himself.
Five minutes later.
“For Risma's DNA test, I beg Tar, give me a chance to prove what
who has been with me for a long time. Please don't let me live in the taste
curiosity and guilt in my son”
“Like what I said earlier whatever the result I will still love Risma like my own son”
Dance seemed to weigh the words of Rama. He does not want to be selfish
by being a barrier between Risma and Rama. Even if they are both
a pair of parents and children, of course it will be very good for the life of Risma in the future. The little girl will not feel a limp affection. There will be a sense of sin if he does not give permission for it.
He paused his speech. His eyes closed for a moment and prepared to take a breath
that's deep.
“Good Mas, for Risma's DNA test I gave permission for that. But keep one
your promise. Don't ever take Risma from me and still love her no matter what the result will be”
Rama smiled, tears fell back on the ground. It felt like embracing the woman in front of him, but their status made him doubtful and did not dare to do that.
“Don't cry, I can't see you crying” Rama returned the tissue
give Dance.
“You also don't cry, by the way it's your tissue beas mas?” dance Chirps
on the sidelines he wiped his tears.
Failed romantic.
In some time, they control each other to win hearts
respectively. Rama patted his chest slowly. A pride when he
can express all the feelings that are in his chest.
Relieved, that's how it feels. That heavy burden has been lost. Waiting for the DNA test results
and also the answer from Dance later. One that he held firm, preparing
heart for heart.
“I went back to Risma's room first huh. Surely he's been waiting for me” said Dance, he
he quickly lifted his ass from the chair.
“I'm going there too. I'll take samples now also”
The two smiled at each other and stepped back together towards Risma's room. Still in silence, yet their moods began to change from tense to tense
a little more relaxed, after what became odd in their hearts had been discussed with each other.
Ceklek door open.
“Mother and Dad from anywhere? How long ago did you come here?” Risma protested, it
hugging one of the dolls in Baa Bu Marni. His face floated
protest at the two adults in front of him.
“Bunda was there need a moment son. Risma ate it?”
“Already, I ate with grandma. After a long time Mother did not come here-here”
“Dad is too, long time no see me. I am still sick. He said he'd be there for me!”
“Sorry baby, Dad was here, but the Risma is still swollen. Now Risma wants what
let Daddy temenin”
“I want Dad to comb my hair and lock it”
“Good princes ready to do”
“From earlier want to comb Mother does not want to nak Rama. Sorry to bother”
“No problem mom, let me help Risma pigtail her hair”
Dance to the bathroom to change clothes, since yesterday he has not had time
changed clothes. Ms. Marni also brought some of Tari's personal items. It
set in Risma's room drawer.
Rama's hand began to take a comb. Combing with a soft hair Risma long.
“You're tied or untied?”
“As for Daddy only” Risma is engrossed in playing doll in her lap. Rama is busy
to decompose the hair Risma combed slowly so as not to feel pain. He enjoyed every moment after moment when the hair lay in front of his eyes.
in front of Risma, looking at the symmetrical face deeply. And then immediately he smiled.
“Princes want in the booth or tied still looks beautiful. But for now
her hair is tied up, so you don't feel sultry”
“Good Daddy”
Rama's hand was again busy to comb Risma's hair, he noticed every thing
the one at Risma's head. Moles next to the ears. There was a mole on the back of Risma's ear, a mole barely visible to anyone else. Only people who have a high level of accuracy can
found it.
“Allah, this is the same mole that my daughter has!”
Deg.
Rama stopped his combing activity for a moment. Then he took some
strands of Risma's hair and keep it in the pocket of the shirt she uses.
Time and again the hand began to gather into one Hair Risma, dear banun he
be in trouble. Risma hair is straight and tends not to be able to be fixed because it is too straight and good. If it is attached it will return to its original form.
“Ais, untidy” Rama re-unlock the hair, tidying up some
the hair that is not tied.
“We tie not too strong yes price?” Risma nodded her head, giving up completely to Rama.
“Hah, still not neat also” Rama re-unlocked the hair, when
seeing there are still some messy hair kids.
Everything Rama did, did not escape the attention of Miss Marni and also Dance. Second
the woman sitting on the sofa watched with a smile. Dance too
happy when Risma can smile again.
“Sini let me help” Tari wants to get up from her seat.
“No, I want this hair tied together Dad!” risma.
“Hah well, do not be too high Mas, let all parts of his hair can be tied
with rapi” interrupted Dance later, when he was not allowed Risma to help.
“Alright let me try first” Rama back to do his job, this time he runs
according to the input that Dance gave. The man smiled when the results were in line with what was expected. Although not as neat as when Dance did it.
“It turns out combing and braiding the hair is much more difficult, if in comparison should be
sewing wounds patient” bright Rama who was greeted with laughter in the room occupants
everything is.
“Dad so when can I get a mulan? I'm bored here”
“You're bored here. Want to go for another walk with Daddy? We're traveling around the hospital here”
“Mau” replied Risma with joy.
“Streetings continue anyway son, his father Risma kasian will have to work also here”
“Let's Dance, let me play Risma baa out. You are here just rest”
Rama quickly prepared to take Risma for a walk to the outside of his room. It
intend to show the little girl if in this hospital there are still many people who are much sicker than him. To make the little girl feel entertained and have many friends.
Rama pushed with a soft wheelchair, explaining every corner of the hospital on
her foster daughter. He did enthusiastically as well as Risma, he was very happy when he could see the hospital area, even though most of the contents were people who were lying down feeling pain.
After walking for a long time, stop them in one corner of the hospital
there's a fish pond. There is a small fish pond. The pond holds several collections of orange and white fish, and there are some fish that have a combination of black and white. The two were engaged in a casual chat and threw each other food for the fish
it was provided by the hospital.
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On the same side, someone was pensive and had just turned off the nipple
his cigarette. He was just about to say goodbye to return to Surabaya for a moment to take care of some laundry there, and left his parents here.
Turns out not having a brother was bad, I did all this myself without any
which can be invited for discussion. It was heartless to have to leave Papa and Mama alone here. At least their ages are both old. I'm sure Papa will definitely have a lot of trouble when it comes to lifting and moving Mama.
If Mama and Papa who have one child only trouble like this in his old age.
How will I be?
He sat there pensively, for some reason that day his mind imagined something far away
from his current range. His eyes looked around looking at some patients who were in with his relatives and relatives.
Huft...
A heavy breath came out of his mouth.
His eyes were staring around.
“Risma, it's like Risma” Randi getting up from his seat want to make sure if
the child in the wheelchair was Risma.
“Iya I'm not wrong it was Risma” he rubbed his eyes back to
ensure.
Oh God thank you for hearing the screams of my heart, I just complained about my life. But then you reunited me with my son.
