The Thorn in the Family
Mother's Advice
A clear morning, when the sun has faintly shown its form on the horizon. Its warm rays are able to foster a new spirit for the inhabitants of the earth. This morning, as usual, Miss Marni was cooking. This time he cooked grilled fish according to Risma's request last night. The smell should be typical of burnt begin to smell filling the kitchen. Dari, also helping his mother cook, he was making sambal for this grilled fish. It just so happened this Sunday morning. Tari decided to close her shop giving her employees space to rest.
He sat on a long chair made of bamboo, wearing a simple negligee
like mothers in general. Her hair is tied to one on the back. Making the aura of female simplicity emanate perfectly. But even if only wearing a simple negligee, the charm of Dance is indeed extraordinary. She still looks very beautiful, even impressed elegant even though only wrapped in negligee.
“Until when want like this?” the mother's voice that suddenly uttered broke the silence between the two of them.
Dari was still silent not answering, he was busy thinking about something that disturbed his heart. His fingers are still busy peeling cucumbers and sorting basil leaves.
Marni's mother let out a long breath. He stopped his baking activity for a moment. Turn off the stove and walk slowly, then sit on the chair
bamboo next to his son. Her hand patted Tari's shoulder slowly.
“Tar, when will you do this?” suddenly the mother's treatment made her
confused and confused themselves.
“What's up Mom? What happened?”
Ms. Marni shook her head slowly, when she noticed her son's behavior
that is.
“You daydreaming huh?”
“Mom asked, until when are you going to be like this? How long will you hang Rama and Randi in uncertainty? Until when do they have to fight each other for your heart, boy?”
Miss Marni, said quietly. He looked at his son's eyes gently trying
to find an answer and honesty there.
“Bu.”
Dance paused her speech, she chose to break the eye box with her mother.
“Say”
“Bu, I don't know what to do?”
“Follow your deepest heart. Decide who is most worthy to be your companion and also the father of my son Risma. Choose a man who can take care of you, a man who can take care of your heart and feelings completely”
“Bu”
“Mom can't force you to choose one of them, you've lived with Randi before. Of course you know the ins and outs of Randi's life how”
“You also know Rama in recent years, of course your introduction is enough
to be a consideration for you to take a decision”
“If Mom were me what would you do?”
Ms. Marni confirmed her sitting, she changed her gaze to go straight ahead. Saw
rows of pans and teflon hanging together adorn the kitchen walls. It
talking slowly, even very slowly. So that what he wants to say can enter the heart of his son.
“Mother will not repeat the same mistake by choosing the wrong man. All things
what happens is enough to be made a learning to be more introspective, but not to be repeated. What ever breaks can never be whole again. You will live in the shadow of fear and anxiety”
“Mother is not ridho if you get hurt back”
Bu Marni's eyes returned pushy, when she remembered everything that had long happened to her son.
Quiescent.
The dance follows Miss Marni being silent for a moment. Dance is busy to organize her heart and Miss Marni is busy guessing the contents of her child's heart.
“But all the decisions are in your hands son, whoever you will choose, I will try to take it with a chest of air. Because you are undergoing later”
“Mother, this material for the sauce is ready. Mom or me made the connection?”
“Do not try to divert this conversation, I am talking important things with you. Don't hang on and give more hope, if you
can't give certainty”
Miss Marni chose to leave the kitchen, she went to Risma's room to see her grandson who was still asleep.
After the departure of the mother, Tari again let out a long sigh. In his heart he made a sure choice. But sometimes the shadows
God, should I go back to the household?
Should I choose one of them?
****
“Assalamualaikum”
The day, it was still morning, but Rama had visited the house of Dance even the man had prepared with his simple clothes but seemed neat. He wears a light blue t-shirt with trousers. Like the bias of Rama, will sit on the porch of the house waiting for residents in there to let in.
“Waalaikumsalam” replied Mother who half ran to open the door for her guests.
“Nak Rama, let's please come in. Ibu Bari just make the fish Mujair grilled and default. We had breakfast together ya”
“Waduh Bu, so troublesome”
“No, no hassle at all. The cooking dance. I'll call your son first. She just woke up but seems to be sleeping again”
“Let me alone Bu who woke Risma, is it okay?”
“Of course you can, son Rama entitled to Risma completely” mother Marni smiled dang
take the guest to Risma's room.
“Honey, let's wake up it's noon. I want to take you to Grandma's house. Dad wanted
introduce you to our big family nak”
“Honey let's wake up first”
Rama hugged his son softly, whispered softly in Risma's ear and patted his son's shoulder.
“Dad”
The more days of closeness the two the more without distance. Rama completely channeled his affection to Risma. He was trying to make up for the time and moment that had been wasted first.
“You saw, didn't you? They are a father and son. The bond between them is very strong. Be kind to Rama who is willing to be separated from his son in order to keep your heart from crumbling again. Although in fact he has full rights to his son” whispered Bu Marni when passing through the Dance
watching the interaction between the child and the father.
What Mom said was true.
Half an hour passed, Rama was busy to help Risma decorate, choosing clothes
and styling the little girl's hair. Not long after the two began to look out of the room and joined together at the dining table.
Dance began to take the rice and fish that had been cooked earlier. He also made a cup of coffee for Rama. Now the two sit in a circle at the same dining table for breakfast.
“Mas Rama must not have breakfast, right? Let's have breakfast together first. Eat” said Dance gently and kindly, the woman had memorized the habit of Rama who never had breakfast at home. Considering he only lives alone no one cooks for him. The man would usually buy food on the street
eating when you are in the hospital.
“Thanks Risma. I am hungry”
Degs...
Again the heart of Dance, must be made to vibrate violently when Rama called him with the call. For him it was very special and second to none.
Rama so painstakingly fed Risma. Both of them eat so well. Even without
they realized that they spent the entire contents of the plate in front of him without any rest. Bones
the fish was eaten that morning.
“This time you guys do what you like?” mother's seduction on Rama and Risma.
“Fill this grilled mojair, one of my favorite foods Bu”
“Wah you are one way, the bond is very strong. This grilled fish is also Risma lo's favorite food. Nantilah ask Mommy to cook again” Bu Marni glances at the face of her son who met red.
Rama washed his hands immediately, wiping with a tissue the corner of his lips
exposed to herbs and chili.
“My arrival here this morning, want to invite Risma and her mother to go to Mother's house. They want to see Risma and
acquaintance with the Mother. Will mom allow me to bring both?”
