The Thorn in the Family

Vacationing

“Mother, look at the waves that are there. Beautiful once”

Said Risma, who was admiring the beauty of the beach in a wave that danced in front of him. Risma who wears cloth pants with small flowers, wrapped in pink t-shirts is running around on a vast expanse of white sand. Not to forget a black glasses perched

on top of his head increasingly adds to the adorable impression.

“You like dear?” reply Dari, smiling when she finds the child

laugh like this moment.

“Of course I like. Since Father and Mother lived together, I no longer feel

loneliness”

Risma is still running around on a stretch of white sand on the beach. Occasionally he would shout when the beach water scroll hit his little leg. While Rama, the man was busy perpetuating every moment created. His fingers are so good at shooting pictures. He did not want to leave a single moment

with his little family.

Today, coincides with Sunday. Like a plan we agreed on together. Rama will take his little family on vacation. Just an ordinary vacation is not a honeymoon because Risma is participating in this group.

“Let's eat first baby?” yelled Tari, to her busy son and husband

to run around the beach.

Like a mother and wife in general. Dance began to carry out her role in this family well. He prepared some food to eat together. Cooking a variety of dishes according to the request of her son and husband. He rolled out a small carpet and put all the food there so neatly.

Smiling dance looks at the interaction that occurs in the child and her husband. It's still in the same place. Sitting on a checkered patterned small carpet. His eyes were staring at the beauty and greatness of the power that seemed real before his eyes.

Oh God, forgive me for being so desperate for the fate that gave me. I'm sorry I almost gave up on my life story. Forgive me for being negligent of the promises and the Greatness you made. I only attack the weak. Now I'm starting

understand the beautiful destiny you're knitting for me. You really are the best planner. Thank you for sending them as a complement to my life.Now there is nothing more I can say to you than immeasurable gratitude. Thank God. For the blessing and affection you bestowed on our little family.

Dance wiped a glimpse of the corner of her eye with her hand as the clear melt greeted. This time he cried not because of sadness but because of the haru he felt.

“Ayik Mommy participated in air” shouted Risma by stretching her hands welcoming the presence of Dance who joined together.

Dance swiftly welcomed his son's hand. He did the same with Risma. Really anyone who sees this scene like a slo motion movie that has not met his son for a long time. But suddenly Rama attacked first the hand of Dance. He lifted his wife's body and carried her in a sling circling amid a vast expanse of white sand. They smile at each other. Rama takes his wife in circles like a newlywed couple in general. Until the sound of a very loud shout resuscitated their actions at that time.

“Mother's Dad!”

Risma tugging does not accept the dress in Dance, her face has shown

cloudy in the heat of the sun.

“Dad Mother, I am here” he said back when Rama never dropped his wife.

“Gosh, I just realized he's here. I should have just left him at home

babe” whispered Rama when lowering Dance in her sling.

Dance chuckled amusedly hearing it.

“Now I want to carry a mother's kayak. Dad had to take me running around this beach. I didn't

want to know”

“Hust!”

Tell Risma with her face knit, her hands shortened without giving

a little smile on both of her parents.

Not much to say, Rama quickly brought the princess in his arms. He carries

Risma on the back goes around the beach with a small run. The sound of their laughter blaring filled the white of the sand. Dari, being happy was following from behind her second step.