The Thorn in the Family

Fainted

“How was the result?”

Degs...

Dance bit her lower lip, while her hand squeezed the end of the negligee

use the. He was busy stringing words together, to give his answer to his in-laws.

“Sorry Mom, Tari forgot today did not have time to check. It has been busy this morning. Risma has started to enter school and Mas Rama has returned to activities at the hospital” he replied nervously afraid to make his in-laws disappointed.

Huft...

I heard heavy breathing from there.

“Mother, forgive Dance Yes Bu”

“Oh no son. I should be the one who apologizes too much to force you to do a pregnancy test at the age of your marriage that has not even one month. I was just too excited to hold my grandchild back. Until Mom, forget if you currently have Risma”

“Have not been too worried, just do it when you are ready later. Don't make the load of this Mother's request”

Ms. Rahma, speak quite quietly and calmly. There was no sense in suing his son-in-law.

“Thank you Mom, for understanding”

*****

Two weeks later.

This morning coincided with the rapot show at Risma school. Dance had been preparing since this morning to take her son's rapot. Like Risma, first went with his father. While Tari will go to the store first to check some orders and go directly to her son's school.

“Bu Dance, is it okay?” tanya Sinta, one of the workers in her shop. At that time Tari was busy recording the cake order he received.

“I don't papa Sin” replied Dance lethargic.

“But Bu Tari's face, looks not okay. Bu Tari also looks paler than usual”

“Ah time, I guess that's just part of your feelings. Maybe because I didn't

wearing lipstick so looks pale”

“Oh yes I just realized. But why is Miss Dance some time so often do not wear lipstick? It looks so much paler than usual”

“Entai Sin, lately I feel very lazy to decorate. I also sleep more often. Maybe I've been too tired lately. Oh yes I have to go to Risma's school immediately. Can I ask you to take care of all this, I'm afraid it's too late to take my son's rapot”

“Siap Ma'am, I'll do it. If Bu Tari, is not feeling well should rest first after this”

no heat and rain on the road.

With a restless feeling Tari, started running his car. Split the not-so-dense streets that morning. But he felt his body was not okay. There are feelings that cannot be explained. Like restless and anxious. Also a kind of weakness that suddenly hit his body. It feels to drive a car to Risma school alone he can not afford. But he couldn't go back home. Worried that his son will be disappointed.

Several times Dance, grabbed the tissue in her bag and then wiped the sweat circles that were present

wet his forehead.

“Yes what's wrong with me? Why does it feel like my body doesn't taste so good” hiss deep

heart by removing all available flavors and diverting to reading sholawat.

Twenty minutes later came Dance, at Risma's school. It was the school yard

it has been crowded by guardians who are present to take the rapot of their children. Seen their faces so friendly shake hands and get acquainted between the guardians of students. Dance took a long breath trying to

balancing the condition of his body that feels different.

Slowly his feet began to climb his son's class. The presence of Dance, immediately welcomed warmly by Risma. The little girl tugged at her mother's clothes and looked for a seat

snugest. Dari's face grew pale as she looked at the noisy crowd and jostled each other to find a seat that morning.

He just kept quiet, not even caring about Risma who was busy inviting him to talk. His legs tried to hold on to his feet before he got an empty seat. However, cold sweat had already flooded his body. His head feels heavy. Instantly the boisterous room seemed, the more noisy as if spinning endless.

Dance began to hold her head, her body balance began to waver when she was already

in the middle of the classroom. He was still in the same position standing with one hand holding on to his son, while another hand held a head that felt very dizzy beyond measure. He was also repeatedly seen closing his eyes.

“Mother, Mother why?” asked Risma, when she saw her mother's face pale with forehead

which is filled with sweat.

Quiescent.

Dance was no longer able to answer. He began to let go of Risma's hand and

looking for a backrest for his body. A moment later the boisterous atmosphere in the classroom seemed to be silent and his gaze suddenly began to fade. Dari again poked her eyes trying to stay afloat.

Bugs...

“Mother!” risma shouted very loudly in the midst of the boisterous atmosphere of rapot retrieval

which has not yet begun.