The Thorn in the Family

Randi and Roses

“You?”

Say both compactly.

Randi's eyes glanced at the familiar woman before him. The aura of hatred was still so

it's clear there. He even clenched one of his hands when he saw the woman.

Roses.

Sure enough, that woman was a Rose. When night falls, he will look for food scraps. Roses have not had a place to live and a clear life to this day. The woman was still hanging in the street.

“Mas Randi”

“Mas, I'm sorry” Her sighs softly and tries to scrape the distance closer to the man who was once her husband.

Randi stared in disdain at the woman before him, the appearance of a distant Rose

changed from the old days. Roses are no longer fashionable. The rose no longer looks clean. The woman tends to look dull with her makeshift clothes wrapped around her body.

“Mas forgive me. Sorry for everything that happened”

The rose that had intended to get angry now changed direction. He was even willing to rest on the person who had thrown him with an empty bat.

Randi is unmoved, he speaks a thousand languages. His eyes only glanced at the woman

his life-destroyer. The woman who took her life in the dark and drowned

to this day.

“Go from before me. Isn't your place in jail not here”

“I've been bebeas mas, I've accounted for everything I've done first. I've redeemed it”

Hid..

Desis Randi's. He smiled wryly at the woman before him.

“You think after you get out of custody you can make my life back to normal? Can you give me back my perfect life first?”

“No fool!” Randi shouted loudly in front of the face of the Rose. His eyes glanced at it looking very scary.

“Do not blame only myself. Look at you anyway. How stupid of you as a man who can easily accept my persuasion”

“All I do on my mother's orders!” jolt Randi who increasingly provoked emotions.

“Don't forget, even if it's on your mother's orders, you fucked me!” the Rose taunted.

“You've also enjoyed the night with me. Not accept my words? Heh!. But that's

the reality that exists. You betrayed your ex-wife

touching me on the night”

“Close your mouth!”

“Don't you think you're the only one suffering in this story. I suffer too, though,

I must lose my son and be separated from him, even before I am content to

carrying”

“That is indeed the best punishment for you”

“Hah, be a fellow sinner and a traitor. How about we reopen a new leaf. Closing all wounds that have happened in the past and starting with a new life” bargained Roses on Randi. He stared at the man in front of him at this moment.

“You're crazy!”

Randi chose to leave the rose still standing there. It returned

walk through the night. Night and darkness are racing for

swallow it in memories.

****

“Assalamualaikum” sounds coming from the family troupe are heard out there. He said his greetings very loudly and just went inside the house.

“Waalaikumsalam” replied Bu Marni and Tari compactly. They quickly ran into the living room to greet their guests.

The group that came were the Bude Pure family and Pakde Dar. Sure enough, Miss Marni

indeed inviting the only remaining brothers. He again invited the magical family to come to his house, celebrating the wedding dance that will be carried out tomorrow.

“You guys to anywhere? Kok has never told you again since the incident”

Bude Murni quickly hugged Mother Marni and also Dance, she cried. Dribble

tears of happiness and longing that whack countless. He learned a lot after the departure of the family Dance from his reach. He realized that life is not entirely dependent on others. Travelling Dance and

the family in a long time makes him get used to living independently, without being a pest in the lives of others. Although he could not be denied some time ago, he once used Randi for the delivery of his son-in-law.

“Hah, come on Bude, many stories happened between us these last few years”

“That's most important you're all in good health. My sister I miss once” pakde Dra could not resist the cry of his novelty. She hugged Miss Marni tightly. After a long time they meet again.

“Who is your future husband now Tar?”

“He attacked Doctor” replied Miss Marni quickly.

“Wah Doctor, a lot of money dong” bude glances with a wink on Tari. Dance who realized the gaze was immediately afraid and worried that the events that used to be repeated in the future.

“Take it easy. Bude has been penat” answer immediately followed by laughter

the whole house in that house.

That night at the house of Tari, people were busy to prepare for the wedding that was held tomorrow. In the residence of the house Dance has been decorated so well. There are many flowers on all sides of the house. Tents began to be installed on the front of the house. Mother eased

hajatan like villagers in general by installing tents in the front area

her house.

Various snacks began to be made there. Dance specifically brings all employees in

the shop is for making cakes there. Some of the neighbors were busy cooking. Someone mixes the seasoning. Make vegetables and also cook rice. This is a marriage to both of them. But this is much more conceptual and thrilling than ever. Dance is directly involved in all the preparations that are there.

Coverage with white decoration has begun to be installed in the front yard of his house. Some welcome writing and also happy wedding began to be painted. Pulus deliberately took over this task. He wants to give the best impression to the invitees later.

By nine o'clock in the evening, the henna's handkerchief had begun to make up Tari's hand, giving

a little touch and beautiful scratches on his hands. The same thing was done by Risma. The little girl did not want to lose to her mother. Every procession that Dance does, she wants the same thing. Dance with enough

he fulfilled what his son wanted.

The night, the heart of Dance the more unsettled. His heart works faster

than usual. Between worry, fret, fear and happiness it all becomes one night. He can't wait for tomorrow. In the heart slalu pray will be smooth for everything and may there be good after dropping this choice.

He even walked in and out of his room towards the front yard. Ascertain if

all the preparations for tomorrow have been completely prepared.

“Mbak sleep it's night. Let tomorrow morning can be directly in makeup” said Ipul

each of them is busy arranging the writings of welcome on the wall of his house.

“I haven't been sleepy Pul”

“Yes must be forced to sleep. From tomorrow morning can not wake”

“Hus, just worry if you talk. I'm afraid”

“Fear why the hell mbak? People also just have to wait for tomorrow”

“Entah Pul, suddenly my feelings became restless like this”

Dance back walk in and out to the yard. He did it many times

it was by squeezing the tip of her hijab with fret. After getting tired of walking here and there. He chose to sit next to Ipul, lean his back there and play his phone.

A few minutes later.

Rang

Ramah.....