The Thorn in the Family

Bethari's Disobedience

Randi Yulidar Pradana is a mature thirty-three year old man who happens to still be single. Failure in love with the woman he loved used to make him reluctant to get to know women again, Randi became a cold figure and picky girl problem. But since meeting Tari his heart began to be disturbed to know more deeply, but unfortunately the feeling of trauma and disappointment in the love story of the past makes him reluctant to be ready to move forward.

Meanwhile, the Dance that had been observed by Tari had really not felt at all. Dance is still busy with her series of tasks and responsibilities to explain to the existing respondents.

“Let's see, it looks like you're seen to continue the same Mr. Randi”. Said Nadia by elbowing the arm of Tari who was still focused on explaining to the respondents.

“Apaan sih”. Reply Dance briefly.

“Tuh see Mr. Randi from earlier secretly pay attention to you, just look I accidentally caught his eyes that focus on seeing you”.

“Duh time yes? How about Nad? Did I have an error at work?”. By flipping through the files on her ladder, Tari tried to re-check her work.

“So you understand the Tar? Mr. Randi saw us seemed interested in kamu”.

“So where there are interested, the most I did something wrong so the youth observed me from a distance”.

“You were told you didn't believe sih”. Nadia gets upset and leaves Tari alone.

Dance smiled with the words of Nadia,

“Ah cook anyone want same I”. Dance in the Heart.

Ah, it is not for what to have a life partner that I am more and more a burden on his life, to mother has warned me not to ask until Ipl finished school and it is still a long time. I don't want to share it with others. My life is heavy enough not to want to add more weight by thinking about things that are not necessarily the flow.

***

After all the work was done the research group returned again to Surabaya together. As always Dance will return to the boarding and rest. Tonight Tari did not buy food first happened to have been able to eat from the office time on the road. His stomach was also very full. Dari wants to quickly lay her body on the bed.

Before going to bed Dari remembered about Nadia's remarks about Randi making her own indistinct smiles that night.

“Ah what’an anyway not class”, cap Dance grumbled herself.

Yes, any time want a handsome Randi sir, pinter, a rich bons soleh interested in the same commoners like this, which I d make his babu. Without realizing it, Dari went from her bed to the mirror in her room.

Dari looked at her face so closely, already heading for thirty years but had never felt at all in love with a man. Some times loving people results run aground before the war because it is not enough courage to just know each other.

Three years, is there still a man who wants to be with a spinster like me?.

Thirty years, what can I do with the age that is past for a size woman looking for a mate.

Dance exhaled a rough breath and tried to breathe as much air as she could, for some reason if the thought of her age that was no longer a teenager was enough to make her heart throb with immeasurable pain.

Dance looked back at her face in front of the mirror, my face was not too bad but why until the present age has no men approached me yet?.

Tired of all the fantasies about the soul mate Tari again sat on the edge of the bed, his hand grabbed the skincare that was on his dresser.

O thirty years, you have to multiply skincare, retinol and of course water wudu to make your face stay young like a teenager. O thirty years do not forget to drink milk high in calcium so as not to be less agile with young age colleagues and do not forget to slip freshcare in the bag every wherever goes.

Dance spoke to herself.

Trying to entertain himself in front of the mirror, too much care for his family problems made him fall asleep of the time that was slalu revolving and not returned. Until he doesn't care about himself.

Dancing back daydreaming and contemplating the thought of his soul mate.

A few minutes later the sound of an incoming call broke his muse.

His hand stretched out to reach the cheek object on the mattress, by leaning against the wall Tari answered the phone of the mother.

“Assalamualaikum Tar, you've slept son?”.

“Waalaikumsalam bu, haven't just returned from work”.

“Tar so how has there been no money that makes it really precarious, mother already can not bear Tar if the rain arrives must mop up a lot, not to mention mother has to take care of Mbah alone and cook for everything, Tar mom tired nak”.

“Can we lighten up a little bit of mom's burden?”.

Dance again stroked his chest, every time he got a call from his mother slalu there were problems that occurred.

“Drying what's bu like?”.

“Ya buruan dong nak benerin precarious mother's house, you send money so much later so that pakde help his real home”.

“Iya bu wait next week yes, Dance has not payjian”.

“Alright son, take care of health yes do not be tired mommy want to rest first”.

Mom hung up her phone.

While I was back in my pocket, opening my last paycheck slip.

Twelve million.

“Can you hold out for a while at the ATM?”.

“Why are you reluctant to stay longer at my ATM?”. Say Dance by looking at her savings balance.

Like this is one of the reasons Dance is reluctant to be quick to menika, not just share the story with the opposite sex, Dance is reluctant to share her suffering with others. Dance is so scared if she falls in love with the wrong person. Dance is afraid of marrying someone who is not necessarily able to accept her family situation.

Dance is not ready for that.

***

One week passed, when Tari received his salary, as already-sdah Tari will divide into several post needs. Not to forget Tari kept the promise to the mother to send some money as a precarious repair fee in her house. Tari sent ten million to pay for his precarious repairs.

Meanwhile, at home, the mother is developing her smile so wide when she finds out that Tari has sent some money for the cost of repairing her precarious house.

Mothers are very grateful that finally Dance has little sustenance to improve their homes, thus, will be a little less work when it rains.

Mother who was so happy when she received the ang quickly headed home to preach it.

“Mas Tari has sent money for the repair of my precarious house, so how is it? When can I fix it?”. Ask mom so enthusiastically.

“From send money to what?”.

Mama eagerly answered.

“Ten million mas”.

“Ten million huh? Looks like it is still very less tuh, preferably yes in the tube first let not to use. Here just nitip used to be the same I”. Bude words that suddenly appeared from the kitchen of his house.