The Thorn in the Family

Randi's Meeting with Risma

“Dad...” shouted Risma from the bed without seeing who was coming.

“Risma!” randi replied, as the sound was out filling the room. His eyes quickly looked for the source of the sound. His head was raised so he could see clearly

the occupants of the room.

Miss Marni was still in place. He did not react, did not allow to enter also at his guests who had just arrived. While Ms. Srining, she stared disdainfully at her former besi.

“Risma” once again Randi said, now he can not bear not being able to master the feeling. It

choosing to run to meet Risma, leaving Bu Srining and Bu Marni who are still sculpting on the spot.

“Risma dear” he said back when he saw his son in the nearest distance. He was still standing at the side of the bed, staring fixedly at the patient who was sitting on his bed. While Risma, the little girl could only fall silent. He looked closely at the face of the adult man in front of his eyes. His memory began to forget a little, considering that it had been more than three years they had not met. Randi's appearance has been

changed, the man looked shabby, skinny and unkempt.

“This father nak” he clarified his status, his eyes staring at the nanar Risma who did not recognize him.

Risma was still silent, she just glanced and confirmed what Randi said.

“This is my dear Randi father, you still remember it?” Randi quickly approached hugging his son who was still silent collecting the existing memory pieces. He hugged Risma with a sobbing cry. Countless how much guilt

it felt.

“I'm sorry Dad son, sorry Daddy” that voice sounded vibrating and heartbreaking. Ms. Srining can't do much. On the wheelchair he cried.

“Please enter” said Bu Marni opening awkwardness in their anatar. Ms. Marni quickly pushed her former wheelchair towards Randi and Risma.

Embarrassed. That's how Ms. Srining felt. He was truly ashamed of the situation. With all the chaos that has happened in the past.

“You don't remember Dad son? this is Randi's father. Forgive Daddy”

“Dad?” as intense as the times with Randi began to remember in his mind. He had indeed felt the affection of the figure of Dad, but he could not remember his face so clearly.

“I'm sorry, please!” exclaimed Bu Marni when she had delivered Bu Srining next to Randi and Risma. He deliberately left them to give them space for freedom.

However, Randi is also entitled to Risma's affection.

“Risma, grandma out for a minute ya nak”

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“Aaf...aaaf...aaaf” Bu Srining's voice started to come out, his hand outstretched to touch Risma's hand. His eyes still piled up, looking at Risma. Risma the little girl who had it

wasted first, considering he is not Randi's biological child. Its presence in

randy's family is not very welcome. Just as a formality to distract Dance and betrayal in doing Randi.

“Grandmother?”

“Yes, this is Risma's grandmother, when we still lived in Surabaya first. Do you remember everything, boy?” Randi shook his son's shoulders slowly.

Risma nodded her head in response to her answer.

“Did you miss Dad?”

Risma was silent for a while. His gaze was still unprepared with the situation like this. It's so sudden for a kid his age.

“Not” answered briefly then fell silent.

“I'm sorry Dad son, not Dad's intention to abandon all this time. Why Risma is not

miss me”

“Because I don't want to make Mommy sad, Mommy will hold back her tears when I ask about Dad's whereabouts. So I decided not to ask again

about Ayah”

Degs..

Does that hurt Tar so much that you have to get hurt like this.

“Mother said, Dad is busy working in a very far away place. There is no signal to be able to make phone calls or vidio”

“Daddy misses me?” he again threw the question at his speech.

“If Dad misses me why don't you look for me and Mommy?” a question that draws the heart.

The first meeting of Randi and Risma, after the separation of his adoptive parents again ravaged his heart. Even more powerful than before.

“Pardon Daddy son, forgive all the mistakes and mistakes that have happened so far. Promising father

after this will often to meet. Do you hate Dad?”

Risma shook her head slowly. His meeting with Randi did not contain him as happy as imagined so far. Tend to be just plain. Perhaps because he had felt the affection of Rama which some time filled his heart.

“Mother says I can't hate Dad. Mother said, I should pray for Dad.  Mother said, I will understand everything when I grow up. When do I think my dad grew up?”Risma asked what was in her head.

Instead of giving an answer Randi chose to re-hug her son in tears. He still did not expect if Dance was that good. He even taught Risma to keep praying and forgiving him, after what had happened to their relationship. His chest felt very tight to hear every speech his son spoke.

The same thing was felt by Ms. Srining, she only realized how foolish it was to throw away an angel-hearted daughter-in-law for a woman who promised happiness but falsehood. It was precisely the woman who brought destruction in their family.

“Thank you son, already want to pray Daddy”

“Of course, without Dad asking me to send a prayer for you” he said innocently.

“Risma has eaten? Cow dad huh?” randi's hand trembled as she held the spoon and plate in her hand. The moment that had not happened for a long time was repeated. Ms. Srining, staring at the nanar of every interaction that happened in front of her.

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In the hallway of the corridor, slightly pulled over from Risma's nursery, Ms. Marni squeezed her fingers restlessly. Honestly, he was very scared, if Tari had to meet back with the real family. He was afraid of ruining the happiness of his son who had just started. In her mind really did not expect Tari to meet even meet her ex-husband. Enough of all the pain his son had been in.

He flipped through the flat object in his hand, between hesitating and wanting to tell Tari, if Randi and his mother were here. He repeatedly pressed his son's name on

the phone, but many times he also undo his intentions. He was busy arranging

the right strategy so that the child does not get hurt again.

Long enough, Miss Marni, weighing all the possibilities that occur. Many times he had to sigh long, to try to convince his own heart. It

choosing to return to Risma's room, looking from behind the small glass that is at the door of the nursery. A scene that makes the heart torn, between happy and sad. Randi is feeding Risma. Ms. Marni chose to take pictures of them from a distance without intending to go in there. He is confused to position himself when dealing with them. Ever want to be angry and protest but it feels useless, a waste of energy. Wanting to talk to them, it feels

can't be. Conscience refused.

Dance Shop

While at her bakery, Tari was busy preparing the ingredients she had just bought. It

immediately bring it in and save it in the designated place.  Dance feels restless, when the work is not done. The body is there. But not with his heart. His mind floated walking to the hospital, imagining his son's current state. Surely Risma is lonely, I shouldn't have left her for too long like this. Is not it also time for him to eat and

taking medicine.

Dari decided to take a short break, pulled over from some of her employees to contact Ibun. He will not calm down until he learns about Risma at this time.

“Assalamualaikum Bu”

“waalaikumsalam” replied Ms Marni with a voice that vibrated like nothing.

“What's Bu?” tanya Tari when she found the voice of the mother felt different from before.

“There's nothing, son. Your son is fine, don't rush here. Finish your job first. I'll send you a photo of your current son” Bu Marni chooses to turn off her phone connection.

Dancing frowned confused, not usually his mother behaved like this.

Dance was still holding her phone restlessly. A few minutes later, his phone shook. There are several photo submissions from Bu Marni, with a disturbing feeling of Dance

start opening the green message.

Huh!

Her phone was lying on the floor, so surprised by what she had just seen.

I hope I saw the photos wrong.

Dance again grabbed her phone with trembling hands and rumbling chests. He looked closely at the man and woman who were now at Risma's side.

“Mas Randi and Mama” he closed his gaping mouth, what he saw was true. Her tears came back to see that.

How could Mas Randi and Mama be there?