The Thorn in the Family
Meet with Rama's Parents
Will mom allow me to bring both?”
Ms. Marni smiled warmly, she returned a glance at the child and his guest that morning.
“Bring boy, be careful on the road. Please take care of your children and grandchildren. I believe in you”
In Rama's heart, smiling with glee. His hands at the bottom clenched, wanting to be able to jump up and down at that moment.
“But I'm ashamed Mas”
“Why should I be ashamed? You didn't steal or kidnap my son all this time, you did
take care of it with all my heart. Why be ashamed, you should be proud of it. It's just that you've managed to kidnap my heart” Rama replied casually.
Uhuk...
Dance choked when she heard the words of Rama who had just thrown from her mouth.
“Dad, how can Mother steal Daddy's heart? Is not the heart here? Is Mother
dismantle Dad's chest?” risma's outstretched hand touched her father's chest that was rumbling and confused to find the answer.
Realizing what happened, Miss Marni immediately called her granddaughter.
“Risma here first son, let grandma help prepare her hijab”
“I get ready first mas then” Dance smiled gently and began to move from
sat him.
Rama sighed very long, he quickly leaned his body on the chair. Many times he held his chest that was beating stronger than usual.
Oh God, that's what it's like to fall back in love.
Not long ago. Dance out of the room. He wore a simple long dress with light blue, the same color as the clothes used by Rama that morning. She wears a pasmina wrapped around her head and a little touch of a small flower brooch located on the right side of her hijab. When he came out of the room. Rama looked at him without even blinking a single bit. The man gawked like he was meeting an angel.
“I think stories about angels only exist in fairy tale books. Turns out I was wrong, now I can see the real presence of the angel here” said Rama when Tari came closer to him.
Rama's words made Dari's face blush instantly like a boiled crab.
“Masyaallah Culture Risma beautiful once” he no longer hesitate to adore women who
in front of him.
“Ah what’an anyway mas” replied Dance with embarrassment.
“We leave now?” rama asked still with a reluctant look to blink.
“Bole”
The two began to step out of the dining room by walking in tandem and mutually
throw smiles at each other.
“Hem, so what do you want to stay with this child?” babble mother by holding
Risma is already in the living room. The two of them just passed by Mom and Risma for being too focused on the sight next to her.
“Eh sorry, sorry Mom. Here princes Beautiful father” Rama took his son to the car.
“We leave first yes bu” part three.
Ms. Marni stared with a smile and pleasure at the departure of her son and granddaughter.
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Forty minutes drive, they arrived at the residence of Mother Rama. Dance looked nervous as she was about to enter the mansion in front of her. The shadow of the in-laws' treatment in the past flashed back in his memory.
“Why stop, let's go in Mom and Dad are waiting in there” said Rama
who was carrying Risma when she realized that Tari had stopped stepping from next to her.
“I'm afraid Mas, I'm nervous”
Not much talk Rama immediately dropped Risma from his carrier, he took two
the woman on her left and right.
“I can walk myself Mas”
“Eh yes sorry. Reflek” replied Rama by scratching his hair that does not itch.
“Come in”
“Assalamualaikum”
Heart Dance, throbbing harder than usual. As strong as he was fighting the awkwardness that was in the chest. Many times he breathed and exhaled again.
“Waalaikumsalam” replied Compact people who are in there.
“Cucuku”
The voice of the middle-aged woman who welcomed the presence of the three guests. He stretched out his hand when the door was opened. Looking at the face of the little girl who was in the arms of her son.
“Cucuku”
“You're my grandson nak”
“Muti”
kiss on his face. Her tears were shed, a moment she had long been waiting for. Finally
able to see back to his grandson who had been lost, the grandson who had been reported to have died at that time.
So this is what it's like to hug a grandchild.
So this is the face of the son of Rama. God, she is so beautiful. Some of his face is very similar to Dusk.
It traced every bend of Risma's face looking fixed with love. Stuff
the same is done by his grandfather. The man quickly approached and hugged his grandson.
“I'm your grandfather son. Call me grandpa”
“Come try to call us grandma and grandpa”
The two middle-aged people sat prostrating themselves before Risma in order to align with the height of the child.
“Grandmother?”
“Grandpa?”
Risma looked up at her mother.
“Iya darling. This is Mother and Father, Rama”'s bright father Dance with a gentle smile.
“Assalamualaikum granny”
“Assalamualaikum grandpa”
Sapa Risma by kissing the hands of both parents Rama full of reverence.
“You are so sweet, surely you grew up and grew up with the right people”
The same thing in Tari, the woman also greeted the parents of Rama kissed their hands with reverence. Mother Rama invited to sit Dance. The woman chose to sit next to Mama Rama.
“It's worth Rama telling me a lot about you son. Turns out besides well you are also very beautiful once”
“Rama has told me a lot about you son. Mother on behalf of the family thank you
the big one is because it has maintained and educated Pearl until she is this big”
“But my name is Risma”
The little girl raised her protest, making another laugh.
“Oh yes its name Risma yes. Well from now on Grandma will call you Risma”
Ms. Rahma, the mother of Rama cupped her granddaughter's cheeks kissing with the girl's face squash
that small.
“Come now we play nak”
“I don't want to play Grandma, I want to make a cake. Father said earlier we will learn to make cakes here”
“Oh Risma wants to learn to make cakes. All right, let's learn. Invite Mother also yes dear”
“The mother of Risma is very smart, if you make cakes. He also has a large cake shop there” Rama said back to praise the woman in front of him.
“Oh yes, wow you are so great. Should be this mother who asked in ajar”
Without saying much the three quickly headed to the kitchen to make a cake together. Ramah
who saw the familiarity of the three was so relieved. His smile was unceasingly pouring out from the corner of his lips.
“Mom's heard a lot of stories about you before. You're a great woman”
said Ms. Rahma on the sidelines of the activity to make the cake.
Dance gave no more answers, she only smiled at a glance.
“Mother is also great”
An hour passed, the cake making activity was completed. Ms. Rahma and Mr. Alan took Risma to the room to play there. Apparently they had prepared a special room for Risma. There are many dolls and toys that have been neatly displayed there. While Rama and Tari were sitting by the pool. The two of them were enjoying the chocolate brownie cake he had just made.
“You know not Tar, the difference between you and these brownies?” ask Rama when he wants to
put a piece of brownie in his mouth.
“What Mas?” Lazy dance to think, he chose to throw the question to Rama.
“If the brownies are sweet only for a moment when in the mouth, but not with you.
You are sweetness abadi”
Blouse...
Pipi Tari re-encounter blushing countless. The two engaged in eye contact for a moment. Look at each other in silence. Admire each other.
“Doctor Rama must have been good at his Indonesian language?”
“Why?”
“Jago really ngarangnya now” replied Tari with a smile. A slow smile makes Rama reluctant to turn away because of the shade.
“So what I am now I can get
the answer is Tar?”
