The Thorn in the Family

The Randi Family

Two weeks later. The relationship between Dance and Rama is increasingly showing a change in direction

which is better. Dance confidence in the man is growing. Almost every day they communicate with each other. Of course Risma became a media liaison between the two of them.

The two take turns to take Risma and pick her up at school. If Tari's on duty to pick up her son. So Rama was in charge of delivering all of them he went to the hospital. Risma school happened to be in the same direction as where he worked.

Like that morning, Rama came earlier than usual, this was because Risma had morning gymnastics at school. He deftly helped his son to decorate and prepare everything. While Dance, the woman began to arrange breakfast for them because they did not have time to eat first. The fried rice cooking dance is complete with eggs and nugetnya. It also gives a little touch of decoration in the lunch box to add to the appetite.

Fifteen minutes later, Rama came out with Risma in his hand. Do not forget a box of supplies on each hand they are ready to carry. Rumors of their relationship began to be smelled by some people around their house. Not infrequently from those who provide support for this gaol couple. I hope this couple goes straight to halal.

“Be careful ya” hand Dance waving when ushering in their departure.

“We left first Mother, Assalamualaikum” shouted Risma by showing some of her head in the window. The little girl no longer asked for Randi's presence, the presence of Rama, as if really able to kill his memory of Randi.

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“Assalamu'alaikum” said someone who was at his doorstep.

Dance just entered the house. The woman had not even reached the kitchen. He was still in the living room allowing some plastic flower decorations that seemed to shift their place. He ran a little towards the door of his house.

“Waalaikumsalam. How come back again? Is there anything left?” shouted Dance half-run from the middle room.

“Back again?” answered the guest who was in the doorway.

“What's new comes?” ask her with a questionable look.

“Oh, Mas Randi. Mama and Papa. Let's please enter” the look of the face of Dance, instantly changed. The lips that had been raised up now turned down. He smiled in response to his guests that morning.

“Trankou” all three start to enter and sit in the living room. Ms. Srining's consision has improved considerably. The woman was able to walk slowly. His way of speaking was also much clearer than before.

“For a while yes, I'll get you a drink first”

“No need to bother Tar”

“No problem, just a glass of water kok”

Without saying much he headed back to make three warm teas for his guests this morning. My mother joined to meet her guests.

“Please drink Bu, Sir, Nak Randi” Bu Marni welcome her guests. He is trying to

be friendly to them.

“Actually there is something we want to say Bu”

“Oh Yes Sir. What's up?”

Mr. Nario hesitantly began to open up a chat between them. It even********-***** his fingers with fret. Dance also joined to sit in the living room.

“So I represent a big family, want to apologize for everything that has happened in the past. My parents were wrong to direct our son. Our child's mistakes in the past are none other than our own” he said slowly.

“Betul Bu, Tar really has no intention from Randi to hurt you. He repeatedly refused my request but for the sake of his dedication to me he finally relented. And want to comply with my wishes” now Ms. Srining also opened her voice. He no longer spoke arrogantly and arbitrarily as he had before.

“We've forgiven you a long time ago Mom, sir, isn't that right?”

Dance smiled and nodded her head slowly.

“Alhamdulilah, thank goodness then. If I wanted to dance to forgive us all. So let me convey the second thing that became our wish here was”

“Iya Pak please”

Again, Miss Marni treated her ex-con quite politely.

“So like this Mom, Nak Dance. Our arrival here would like to re-apply for our son Randi to dance. I think that has happened enough to be a learning, it's good now we return to live a new story”

Degs...

“I have no right to answer and determine it all Sir. Let Dance alone determine”

“How to Dance, whether to Dance is willing to return again to be our daughter-in-law. Become part of our extended family and stay together again?”

Bu Srining's face was hopeful, he did not blink at all looking at the former daughter-in-law who

it used to be insulted all out first.

Dance took a long breath. His eyes closed for a moment.

“No need to answer now nak Dance. We will wait until you

really ready for it”

Mr. Nario spoke slowly again. Even though he doubts the answer

will be thrown Tari.

“I will answer at this time also Sir, Bu Mas Randi”

He stared at the people in the living room of his house.

“You sure nak?”

Dari nodded her head and looked at Bu Marni confidently.

The mood of the morning suddenly became tense. A cold sweat came out from Randi's forehead while waiting for an answer from his ex-wife. He repeatedly wiped his forehead with a tissue.

“Sorry Sir, Ma and Mas Randi. I can't accept this proposal”

Randi quickly looked up when he heard the answer to Dance.

“Why Tar?”

“We haven't even tried it yet? What's wrong with giving me a second chance?”

“Sorry I can't. I will not repeat the same mistake. True said Papa earlier, if the past is enough to be made a lesson in the future, but not by opening a new page with the old person. Mas Randi deserves to be happy with another woman. Look for the perfect woman who can give you offspring. Don't be like me”

“But I don't care that Tar”

Randi was still begging and begging. He thought that bringing his parents could persuade Tari and accept her back.

“I think Nak Tari's wounds are still gaping. Better get some rest first. Later if it is healed and ready for family we still open hands with spacious”, said Mr. Nario.

“No Pa, I've recovered from that wound. I've even been very good. It's just that I can't if I have to go back with Mas Randi. I hope you all understand and accept my decision”

Dance smiles at everything.

“Please drink the tea first, do not strain” said back Dance neutralizes everything

the awkwardness created in the living room.

“Why are you doing all this to me Tar? Doesn't Risma need her presence, too

father figure? Can you let him live with a crippled affection?”

“Mas take it easy. Risma has a Dad. He even met with family

birthmarks. So you don't have to bother to think about it”

“Does any of this have anything to do with the man?”

“Leaki?”

Said Ms. Srining in shock, she did not expect if there was a man who would approach her former daughter-in-law.

“Which one Ran?”