The Thorn in the Family

So When?

“Ah yes dear sorry. What's up?”

“Why are you two smiling like that?”

Risma's face looked at Father and Mother in turn in surprise. He even

the face of the adult in front of him.

“Gosh, I almost forgot if there is a Risma among us” hiss Rama fretfully.

“Dad and Mother are happy son. Risma wants what? Already playing with granny” bright

Dance, who wished her son hadn't asked her more about the two of them.

“I want to swim Bun. I want to swim with you both. Can yes, can?”

Risma's hopeful face. Her tiny hands were cupped to her chest with wailing eyes.

“Sama Dad only huh? Mother does not feel like a change of clothes”

“But I want the same you two”

“Come Tar, once in a while we swim together all celebrating our anniversary today?”

“Day so what is Bun? Why do you talk so much that I don't understand?” again the little girl looked at the two adults next to her. It looks like a PP satpol who is introgating his catch.

“Day so it's a happy day dear”

“Then let's go swimming. Look at me wearing a swimsuit. Grandma bought it

before I came here”

Sure enough, Ms. Rahma did buy all the trinkets Risma needs. Long before I even met her granddaughter. When news of Rama's son was found, he

quick to prepare everything. Starting from the room, clothes, mukena, hijab and some other toys. Once you see the photo of Risma Bu Rahma can already predict the needs of her grandson.

“But baby, Mommy doesn't get dressed. Later how about home”

“You can wear Mama's clothes first temporarily, later I buy”

“That's right, Denger said Dad. Now let's swim with”

Without a second thought and a lot of drama. Risma quickly pulled the hand of her mother. Take the woman to the pool. All three dissolve in joy

joint. Until the sound of their laughter can fill the emptiness of the house

it has long been silent without a laugh.

“Dad I was afraid” shouted Risma when Rama taught her how to swim properly.

“Come you can definitely love. Dad will hold your feet at the back of”

“Come Risma, your spirit can definitely. Mother waiting here” Dance is in

ahead you.

Beautiful expensive scenes, which they never imagined before. Rama is

holding Risma for swimming and Dance is on the front side to reach

son's hand.

Behind a large window, which separates the pool and the living room. Maam

Rahma follows her husband smiling peacefully. They are so moved by

the view there is. They still don't know what he saw.

“I hope they mate” One do’a sincere mother for her son.

“I have not seen Rama for a long time, smiling so cheerfully. I think he's

have rediscovered the spirit to live after this”

“Hopefully, I hope so for them”

The two smiled at each other in relief, and chose to capture the moment in plain sight

over safe distance. Ms. Rahma shot some photos of their togetherness when

that's.

“I want to prepare lunch for them. They will report after

swim”.

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“Mother hold my hand. I'm afraid, I'm afraid” shouted Risma on the sidelines of her swimming learning activities.

“Fear why?”

“I'm afraid of drowning”

“You won't drown princes. There are two hands that will take you to

Dance smiled at Rama's words.

Right, I really don't doubt you anymore. I have to try to get up and start opening

new sheet. Didn't Risma make me a perfect woman. I really am a mother, for her.

Dance was silent for a moment at the edge of the pool. He started hugging himself who was getting cold. His heart was busy talking convincing a great decision that had been chosen.

“Udah yuk, already from earlier swimnya. Later in the wind” pinta Dari on Rama and Risma who are still fun playing water.

“A wind? Where does the wind go through Bun?” I don't know from whom Risma inherited the gene

in brain. The child often raises questions that are beyond prediction.

“Coming wind dear. Later you keep cold sick flu how? Yuk ah, hopefully

we swim. Anytime again”

“When again? Then I can come here again dong Bun?” ask Risma back.

“Princes Beautiful dad. You can play here anytime. You too

can to stay here”

“Till here? Can it be Bun?”

Dance nodded her head slowly.

“Kata grandma Daddy and Mommy should not stay together before marriage. Are you getting married?”

Risma, a clever girl, can easily record everything she hears and sees. Likewise with the conversation some time ago with Miss Marni.

“Of course, Daddy and Mommy will get married and we will stay together forever” Rama

answer so proudly. While Dance, the woman just smiled shyly.

With a good negotiation, Risma finally wanted to end her swimming event. Dance helps clean and change her child's clothes.

“This let me dry her hair. You can change clothes first. My mother prepared

change clothes for you” bright Rama invited Tari to change clothes, he saw his woman was shivering cold.

Not much to say, Dance quickly obey the instructions given by Rama. He began to follow Ms. Rahma who followed him on the edge of the pool.

“Wear this shirt. I think this dress suits you” He handed me one pink dress

into the hands of Dance. The game is still labeled and impressed as it is for young people.

“Sorry Mom, but this is too good” Dance back returned the shirt, when realized

if the shirt is still labeled. He feels bad about it.

“Wear, this Mom bought specifically for the future daughter-in-law Mother. Mom used to buy this shirt

when umroh. I pray that Rama can again get a soul mate who gave him until old age later”

Degs...

The heart of Dance warms to hear the words of Ms. Rahma. While Ms. Rahma, smiled and

leave the dance to change clothes.

Fifteen minutes passed. The whole family gathered at the dinner table

for lunch together. That afternoon, Ms. Rahma who was helped by her hand assistant deliberately cooked in large quantities. He did it all to welcome his great guest today. There are vegetables with tilapia milkfish

fry. Rawon complete with the meat of the empal. Soto chicken following eggs and others. He also made meatballs and hodgepodge at that time.

“Mother where Yah? How long?”

“Mother still change clothes” bright Rama at a glance.

Risma was sitting at the dining table. His eyes were busy watching the food in front of him. His gaze was fixed on a variety of cakes in the form of characters that deliberately Bu Rahma message for her grandson. The following ice with the fruit is also presented on the dining table as a complement to their happiness that afternoon.

“That's Bunda” said Bu Rahma welcomed Tarim's arrival to join together.

Again, Rama's eyes did not blink to see the scene in front of him. He was fascinated by what Dance wore.

“Wah it turns out the clothes fit yes. You look so beautiful” praise Bu Rahma.

“Iya beautiful once even” replied Rama unconsciously . subconsciously greeting Rama invite

another laugh.

The lunch began with warmth. Everyone enjoyed the moment so much

that with joy. Dance was so painstakingly serving Risma who was sitting next to her. A variety of light laughter accompanied their lunch at that time.

“Oh yes, when about Mother and family can go to your home? We want to be in touch

if you are also willing to apply?”

Uhuk....

Dance choked on hearing Ms. Rahma's words.