The Thorn in the Family

Sundays

Everyone in the house enjoyed breakfast along with a makeshift menu because there was no special preparation done by Tari to welcome the arrival of his mother who was so sudden.

Breakfast is simple according to the Randi family but still there are several variants of the menu and also a variety of fruits presented there. As usual Bude and Pakde will enjoy and eat all the food he wants without any hesitation or embarrassment to the owner of the house. The Tari family is also planning to stay at Randi's house tonight because it just so happens to be tomorrow Sunday. Of course, the idea of Bude who wants to enjoy the taste of being rich lives in a nice and spacious house.

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As planned if the mingu day arrives and there is no overtime then that day will be a special day to enjoy time with family. Usually Randi will bring Tari for a walk out of the house, but this Sunday is different they will spend time relaxing at home.

Cooking in large quantities happens to also have a family of Dance visiting. Dari really does not want to go out of the house or take the streets of his family, it's nothing Tari does not want to be embarrassed by his behavior that is so magical later.

Mom, bude and mom are busy walking in the garden of the house Randi yard, which is so beautifully conjured into a beautiful and soothing garden. The gurgling sound of the fountain added with a row of flowers adds to the beautiful impression of the garden. They were three women in one class enjoying a warm tea with a snack of donuts on the table. I don't know what the three women in one generation talk about it seems quite interesting because sometimes there is a bude laugh that is so jarring in the middle of the chat.

While pakde and papa are enjoying watching the ball in the middle room. Pakde was so astonished when he saw the tv in the middle room that was very large like a tancap screen in his village. Seeing the new thing, Pakde did not want to waste and want to enjoy, what it was like to see the tv in a size large enough.

While Randi and Tari were in their room, Tari was sorting out some clothes that could be worn by the pack, incidentally pakde here earlier did not bring a change of clothes so wanted to borrow Randi's shirt. Randi faithfully accompanied his wife was reluctant to go out of the room even though outside papa and pakde was enjoying watching the ball, for Randi saw the face of Dance much more delicious than anything.

“Mas pakde would like to borrow clothes to change later during the day, if yes mas that fit with pakde”, ask Tari by removing some Randi clothes that are rarely used, which are rarely used, either it is too big or even too small.

While Randi ignored Tari, he was more fun to wander spoiled on the back of his wife who was busy choosing clothes.

“Mas”, whining with annoyance but still looks spoiled.

“As much as the important love you like, just choose what can be used”, he replied gently but still struggled spoiled.

“Kok is up to mas?, so this is where the clothes that you would not wear and the greatness or small that let me share the same pakde and all of you brought home in the use of Ipul and Udin mas, so I will share them, it's a pity that so many clothes are used that-that's it”.

“Iya it's up baby, I believe with you, you are good at choosing which ones are worthy of me and not”.

“Eh but do not dress this one”, said Randi by holding a light blue t-shirt that says love the first shirt that was bought by Tari after they were married at that time.

“But it is already small lo mas, you are also rarely used if you bring it can be used Ipul or Udin” mas. tari said she remembered that Ipul and Udin's bodies were smaller than her husband's.

“Don't dong darling, this is the first gift shirt from the first wife, this shirt means a lot to me”, replied Randi by hugging carrying in her arms a light blue t-shirt.

“The first wife? Do you have a second wife?”, asked Tari with a sharp look at her husband's face, while Randi was silent at once when she realized what she said a few seconds ago, randy's face turned panicked and confused.

“Ya already if not, let me find another dress just”, said Tari did not pay attention to her husband who is still silent pecking by hugging the shirt he gave first.

This time the fingers of Tari again grabbed the door of the closet, opened the clothes Randi who would not have used, he said, so deftly Dance separates the worthy and unfit to use and give to people.

“Mas later sing us to the bakery yes, Mom and others want to see our place of business”.

“Whatever love you ask, I will obey it, as long as it can make you happy”.

Randi quickly hugged his wife from behind quite tightly, guilt rising in his heart.

Last night before going to bed Randi accidentally saw Dari who was drinking herbal drinks given leh mother, supposedly the drink can increase fertility and accelerate to get baby. Randi did not dare to ask Tari about the drink because it seemed like this secret Dance.

Randi became reminded of some people closest to him who often ask when they will have children, have you been to the doctor? Have you guys tried it with herbs?.

Randi could not imagine how distressed Dari was when asked such a question, let alone bude's mouth which was like a level fifteen boncabe when discussing about heredity. Even though until now both Randi and dance are both trying to each other, be it to the doctor and beg the creator to leave the child to their family.

All night long sayup-sayup Randi slalu heard the prayers in Dari so clear and clear to ask for a descendant for the complement of their lives, not infrequently Randi also cried when he heard his wife who was praying, it's just that Randi pretended to fall asleep closing his eyes not wanting to see his wife getting sadder.

“I love you so much baby, love you so much”, such are the words that are slalu spoken Randis every day by hugging the slender body of his wife.

“I also love you so much mas”, he replied by cupping the husband's cheek.

“I love you no matter what it” is, now Randi buries his face on his wife's neck gently inhaling the body scent of Dance.

Tok.dok....

The sound of knocking on the door blew away the two of them.