The Thorn in the Family

After Accident

Prangs...

Prangs...

The sound of broken glasses and some items on the nightstand was heard up to the dining room.

A man hugged his own body with a cry that occurred when he opened the phone. Story one of his green applications featuring a beautiful figure who is so loved is wrapped in black kebaya complete with all the accessories.

Be ill...

Browbeat..

Silu...

That's how he feels. Especially when he saw the woman smiling so happily with the man beside her. Both of them wear matching clothes that are framed in a beautiful white decor.

“Arrhhh”

His head felt very heavy, his heart hurt like a gaping wound

mash lime and sprinkle salt on it.

Hiks..hiks..

Randi re-entered the shackles of heartache because he left his woman. The past repeats itself, if it used to be abandoned a few hours before the agreement by the woman. Now he is left behind by the woman he loves for his own faults.

“Why can you do this to me Tar? You know this heart belongs to only one”

He looked back at the flat object in front of him. His eyes had to be stained when he saw some photos uploaded from Fitri, through his social media page.

Photo Dance, Rama follows Risma who is in the middle of them with a beautiful smile

it's perfectly fluffy on every face. Not to forget Fitri gave caption “family is the beginning of the story at the beginning and endless love” then ended with emot love sekebon.

Heat.

That's how the mood felt Randi, wanted to be angry but at whom? He doesn't know. He could only vent his feelings of regret at the things in his room. Randi got up from his seat. He grabbed the Dance dresser. Table that absolutely should not be touched by anyone including ART that cleans the room.

Prangs....

That day, he was in a frenzy, his hand firmly grabbing whatever was there. Throw away some perfume bottles following skincare owned by his ex-wife. He threw it in all directions as an application of his disappointment and heartache.

“You're evil!” his eyes stopped on the large frame on the bed. Pigura who framed the beautiful face of his wife with a white robe following a long hijab.

“You could!”

Prangs....

The pigura fell out of place, leaving behind broken glass debris that hit

her hands. He was silent for a moment when he found a hand covered in blood and then he grabbed the photo again in the middle of the broken glass.

“Do you hurt baby?”

“Which part made you hurt?”

Randi embraces the photo carrying it in a close embrace with water lines

eyes that flooded his face.

“Ran, open the door!” a scream came out from behind the door of his room. Ms. Srining and Mr. Nario are agitated by the situation.

“Ran, you why?”

“Ran, out son? Are you okay?”

There was no answer given by Randi. He just cried and cried. Occasionally the cry will be accompanied by fragments of some items that are there. I did not get a response from his son. Mr. Nario chose to break down the door of his son's room.

Brakes....

Brakes...

Three knocking of the door can open, revealing Randi who was sitting on the

the floor with a heavy cry. He is still in the same position hugging a picture of his ex-wife.

“Ran, wake up son. Please don't be like this. You don't punish us with this kind of situation” Bu Srining panicked, he shook his son's body slowly. Trying to speak with a heart full of feeling.

“Ran, realize there are still a lot of women out there who are much better than Dance. You must rise. Live only once Ran. Don't spend it just for heartbreak”

Now it's Mr. Nario's turn to give his advice. He also felt the pain of seeing his son's current condition.

Randi looked up, looked at both his parents with teary eyes.Lantas he was silent for a moment, as soon as he said slowly to his parents.

“Mama, Papa..” Randi paused his speech. He still stared at his parents with sadness.

“Iya nak” answer both compactly.

“Have I become a filial son to you? Are you happy to see me like this? Ah I think this all really wants you guys” Randi smiled bitterly when saying it all.

“Allah” Rinti Bu Srining with all her guilt on her only child.

****

The sky has changed its color from bright to dark. The excitement began to diminish.

One by one the invited guests and some of the closest relatives began to move

go home and leave prayers for the bride and groom. Risma had already left the hustle and bustle of the event, she fell asleep in the lap of Ipul by nine o'clock at night.

greet the invitations. Both appear compact down the coat with hue

a happy face. Dari chose to go straight to her room. While Rama, though,

the man chose to join the remaining comrades there.

The entire Rama family first left the event since this afternoon. Some

the staff is also present there. Giving congratulations and prayers

best for both brides. Pure Bude was still awake, he was enjoying meat soto at the end of the kitchen. While Miss Marni, she's still busy

meet some of his guests.

The happy hue is not only drawn from the face of Dari and Rama. Except for both families

big there is. Marriage is not just about us, but

about the unification of two great families, accepting all the conditions that exist without

excepted.

Dance remained silent in the room for a while. He saw his face in front of the mirror. Gratitude again he said after passing this series of events smoothly without any obstacles.

“Assalamualaikum my wife” Rama is standing in the doorway watching the wife is removing some accessories attached to her head.

Degs..

Dance Heart back rustling. His heart was beating very fast. He can see the face of Rama from the reflection of the mirror in front of him.

“Waalaikumsalam my husband” he replied with shame and a reddened face withstanding all the turmoil that hit his body. I don't know if this marriage isn't for the

first for them, but it all feels so different. There are vibrations of taste that cannot be explained.

The two threw at each other the sweetest smile they had from the reflection of the mirror. Ramah

walking slowly, eroding the distance to his wife. Now they are within the closest distance. Rama ventured to lift his wife's chin which was still lowered in shame.

“My wife..”.

The heartbeat of both is getting bigger, even each of them might be able to

I heard each other at that time.

“Yes my husband” replied Tari still with her face lowered in shame.

“Maybe my love for you is not as beautiful as a love letter to Starla, but trust me my love

to you is truly lillahi taala dear”

Blouse...

The cheeks of Dance are getting reddened.

Rama ventured to grab his wife's hand carrying the wife's palm to touch the heart that was racing to beat that night.

“Thanks”

“For what?” Dari ventured to raise her head slowly to look at Rama.

“On his cooperation so far. When I ask pair with you to the

Khalik, you do not ask to mate with other couples”

“Mas...” a soft voice that was lurking out of the mouth of Dance that night.

“One belief I love, between the sweetness of the creed and the enormity of intercession.my prostration

and your prostration all this time must have met in the same amiin”

“I've been hurt and desperate in my life. But the book keeps trying

to stay strong in his path. I believe that God is leading me to a new purpose. Namely you Mas” very softly Tari said it all in front of the husband.

Rama further eroded the distance on his wife.

“No regrets being my wife?”

Dance smiled and shook her head slowly.

“Then we pray first”

“After that..” said Rama slowly.

“We make our love”

When love is glistening, my veins are throbbing melodiously

My breast camper flower stringing the grain of love

The hand-drawn line I can't resist

Give thanks to You for all the love...

(When love is pruned : Melly G)