The Thorn in the Family

Legitimate Towards

A few minutes later.

Rang

Ramah.....

His cell phone calls kept on vibrating. Dance stared at her phone screen with caution. His fingers immediately pressed the hiaju color on the screen board of his cellphone monitor. Then he immediately pointed the flat object at his ear. A moment later the phone again died when the word “Hello” just floated. Dance grew increasingly restless staring at her phone her forehead wrinkled each other.

Ting.

The phone voice returned to vibrate. One incoming message he received there.

We are at a distance now. But somehow I feel, I'm one step ahead to be able to erode the distance to you.

Ramah

The dance that read the message had no power to not hold back her smile. The corners of his lips were raised upwards forming a curve. He quickly carried his cell phone in his arms and placed it on his chest that was beating much faster than before.

I know, now you're smiling and hoping to fret. Sleep I can't wait to justify tomorrow.

Ramah

The man again sent a message that made Tari's heart want to come out instantly from

exactly that night.

“Mbak what's wrong? Is everything okay?” ask Ipul who found Dance smiling herself by staring at the screen of her phone.

“I'm not papa Pul, it feels right what you said. I have to go to bed soon so that tomorrow can be fresher”

The dance breezed away leaving Ipul and the other brothers who were still sitting in the living room to decorate his house. He was going to the room to rest.

****

A bright morning, as bright as the sun wrapped in white clouds. Scars of smiles and an aura of happiness began to be seen on Rama's face. Since dawn, the man has been awake. He could not close his eyes again. Everything feels mixed between parts and also haru. After a few years of living in solitude and loneliness now he will again knit the beauty of marriage.

He immediately prepared to clean himself and wear clothes that have been determined for the wedding ceremony later. Rama who helped several special MUA choices Bu Rahma was preparing in his room. The wedding ceremony will be held at nine in the morning. At eight o'clock they will leave for the house of Tari.

“Are you ready, son? Ask Ms. Rahma and Mr. Alan who have worn their customary clothes. Ms. Rahma wore nude kebaya with brown machete wrap while Mr. Alan wore a matching baskep with his wife. Not to forget he completes his appearance by using a belangkon.

“Already Bu” replied Rama with a smile, he was still in the room. Looking at the reflection of his face from the mirror in front of him. A fresh jasmine necklace had been coiled around her neck that morning.

“You look very gallant nak”

Mr. Alan guided his son to his feet. He patted Rama's shoulder slowly, his eyes could not turn away from the face of his son who looked different. What a chivalric aura of his appeared perfectly on that man today.

“You look very charismatic nak”

“Don't be nervous, calm down everything will be fine”

Now Ms Rahma began to hold her son's palm. He tries to give

support for Rama. Although this was not her first marriage but for her this

much more exciting than before. Maybe because he is much more mature than he was a few years ago.

The three began to walk in tandem out of the room, towards the middle room meeting at the

rama's grandparents were waiting there. He will apologize as well as pray for the smooth running of the event later.

House House Dance.

In the residence of the house of Tari, also no less busy. Even before the dawn of Azan reverberated almost all had been awakened. Some neighbors are busy cooking to prepare food for future events. Shortly after the dawn prayer, MUA had come to decorate. They came early in the morning considering the number of people who will be in the house this morning.

“Tar Risma is still sleeping again after dawn last” said Mother when she saw her son began to be dressed by MUA.

“Let Ma pity, she must still sleepy once”

“Good Mbak”

MUA back to work, he polishes the face of Dance slowly.applying some

powder and other makeup tools. Slowly he put up every detail of accessories

who will be wearing the bride this morning.

An hour passed, Ms. Marni returned to the Dance room to see the preparations made there. Seen Dance that has been wearing white kebaya with a modern hijab. A long jasmine dangles on the right side of her hijab and a simple but elegant little tiara is located on the top of her head. Bridal clothes purchased impromptu when the day before the event. It actually makes the appearance of Dance look very different. She was really beautiful, her aura came out all of it.

“Masyaallah son Mother beautiful once. Look son you're really pretty everything looks

so fitting and perfect” he looked at his son from the reflection of the mirror, a moment later he stepped to get closer to his son.

“Beautiful, absolutely gorgeous once” again Ms Marni complimented her son who looks different today. Understandably Dance is rarely to decorate. In typical days the woman only wears thin powder and a touch of lipstick to remove

a dull impression on his face.

“Mother?”

“This Mother?” Risma who just woke up from her sleep immediately shot towards the room Dance. He found his mother in a different figure today.

“Down is beautiful. I want to be like Bunda” She whines and dances forcibly the kebaya that Dari wears.

“Risma, Risma dear do not be so son, later your clothes become damaged. You want to dance

kayak Mommy?” Ma'am Marni asked by calming Risma down that morning.

He gave no answer just nodding his head.

“Now Risma shower first yes son, let's help with grandma. After your shower, you come here. Later let these aunts decorate you to be more beautiful. Risma later can wear clothes that grandmother bought yesterday”

Dance cupped her son's face and gave the understanding that the little girl was acting cooperative today. In his heart he hopes if his son is not fussy and follows every direction of the procession well later.

“Siap Mommy, I want to shower first”

“Quick shower soon Daddy will be here with the rest of the family”

Without a second thought Risma quickly left the room. It darted with

cheerful to the bathroom that was helped by Miss Marni.

“Mbak relax yes, I want to take some photos for documentation”

“Baik”

Dari started doing photo sessions for MUA Pribadi collection, as a comparison before and after in make up.

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The entire Nugroho family began to leave their home.

They consisted of fifteen escort cars, with the first car being driven by Rama. Rama's car is made different from the others. Some flowers are placed on the front and sides of the car as a marker if this is a bridal vehicle.

The car drove at a slow speed splitting the stretch of road. Throughout the unceasing journey Rama recited prayers of smoothness for today. Ms. Rahma and Mr. Alan were so alert to be by her son's side to provide support.

Nearly forty minutes passed. The Rama family group had arrived at the residence of the house of Tari. The sound system typical of village people began to sound there. The chants of Javanese gamelan songs began to echo their presence. A tent and pelaminan also began to be seen there. Rama is delivered

the group began to step into the house of Tari slowly and confident of the happiness that was in sight.