The Thorn in the Family

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Have you missed me Tar all this time?

One sentence that Randi really wanted to say but printed in the esophagus. Awkwardness

a busy Randi to string up words and Dance who refuses to ask. Randi looked at Tari's face fixedly. Not much has changed for the woman next to him. The woman looks more beautiful than before.

“Tar..” Randi paused his speech.

“Iya” replied Tari with a quick glance at her ex-husband.

“Are you really happy all this time?” Randi said with a pushy look.

“Of course” the woman chose to smile, as hard as she held her voice so as not to sound vibrating. However, his meeting with Randi was a matter

which is unusual, considering both of them have been undergoing marriage mahligai.

“I think I should go in. It's late, I want to break”

Dari chose to waltz away from Randi, even before the man had time to give his answer. He quickly stepped into his son's nursery. Closing tightly to the door, he again held his chest that roared violently. Between feeling upset and also angry at destiny.

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“Goodnight Doctor Rama, I'm sorry to go home first” said one of the nurses who helped in the action that night.

“Iya please”

Rama began to take off his clothes of greatness, laying on the storage room in the

personal room. His eyes glanced at the wall clock perched on the side of the white closet. The clock is showing more than ten o'clock in the night. Time is too late to visit a patient. But his heart was not calm if he did not see Risma, especially when this morning had promised to come to see her.

Rama scooped his face violently. Sure enough, today the man was busy to carry out the surgical procedure. From noon on, he was faced with several new cases that came simultaneously. Both Rama and the other medical teams were so busy dealing with his patients.

Want to feel it to see even a glimpse of his adopted daughter, but he was afraid to bother

break time. Not only is Risma's break time, but she's also not good if you have to interfere with Dance's break time. He grabbed a flat object that was in his pants pocket. Time and time again see the green app there. Hope Dance is showing time online, but unfortunately her hope is in vain. Even last

sint of the woman since 19:00 wib. In the end Rama decided to pass through Risma's room, staring silently at the white door that was in front of him. Every now and then his feet stepped to glance behind the small glass covered in brown curtains.

“Hem apparently they have fallen asleep” mutant Rama in heart, when realized the lights

in the room does not light everything. Looks like Dance turned off some lights

and only one lamp.

He stepped back to leave Risma's ward, walking through the hospital corridor that was already quiet.

“Gak bosen what itself continues?” the voice of a woman suddenly shocked Rama. It

reflexes turned towards the source of the sound.

“Doctor Ratna? How come you haven't come home?” rama's forehead frowned when he realized his colleague had not come home until now, which Rama knew the woman had a practice clock this morning.

“Waitfully wait for you” he smelled a smile and aligned his steps in order to walk

with Rama.

“Hah, why wait, our house people are also not unidirectional. Just wasting time” elak Rama jokingly.

“However if we make our home in the direction of”

Deg.

A joke that is enough to make the heart beat harder than usual. As

rama's normal men can feel if this fellow is putting his heart on him.

She is Ratna an obstetrician who served in this hospital. Already more than two years ago, this woman struggled to conquer the heart of her partner. But unfortunately all the attention he gave was not able to

rama's heart wobbles from his late wife.

“When you deliver me. Coincidentally I did not bring a car tonight” that's one of the ways Ratna did, in order to go home with Rama.

“Well then” did not want to argue that night, Rama chose to immediately deliver Ratna home and wanted to get to her home soon. He can't wait to read the results of the DNA test that was done some time ago.

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The time almost showed at one in the morning. Rama had just completed all his nightly rituals, both cleaning the house and his body. Understandably living alone makes him inevitably have to do everything alone. He glanced at the brown map located on his bed.

His heart was working harder than usual. His hands shook violently when he started

grab that brown envelope. His breath felt so heavy. There is a fear of reality, there is also a handful of hope in there. He chose to close his eyes for a moment as he pulled the white sheet inside.

“Open yes?”

“Ya Allah”

“Open this letter?”

“I definitely can, I can definitely” Rama monologued himself that night. Slowly his fingers began to open the envelope.

“Astaghfirullah halazim, I'm afraid what if later the results do not match the expectations” the man

scooped his face violently. He rested his back on the side of the bed.

“Show how is this Ya Allah”

“I'm really afraid, this letter really makes you unable to sleep if not opened, but if the results are opened later how?”

Fear is at war in his heart and mind.

“Had if not in the open curious as the content, haduh but I did not dare to open it”

Rama put the envelope in front of him. Countless how many times he

scooped his face with fret. Rama changed his sitting position many times

starting from jongkong, cross-legged even prostrate.

“Open now no yes?”

“Rama let's open the letter don't be quiet. Think-think and calm your heart”

“Ah I think pray first, who knows God love the best way for this all”

In the end the man chose to hold the prayer mat, he prostrated for a very long time. Pour out a series of prayers on the almighty.

O Allah the servant is afraid to open the results of his DNA test O Allah, the servant is afraid if the results are negative. While the servant had already hoped if the results were positive. O Allah, please strengthen the servant whatever the result will be. The Ridho of You that I wish, Lord. I beg for goodness for all that will happen to me

we later.

Rama is silent. His hands cupped to his chest, his eyes closed full

expectantly. He truly entrusts everything that will happen to the Almighty whatever it will be.

The hand that was still shaking violently again grabbed the brown envelope that was now right in

on sajadnya.

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