The Thorn in the Family

Do'a and Hope

“What are you adopting a child for? what else is the child whose origin is unclear?"

"What is your goal to adopt? who wants all this?" mama asked Randi by staring cynically at the two children and her daughter-in-law.

“Actually, who wants to adopt and care for Tari”, she replied in a voice that shook with fear if her mother-in-law did not give her permission.

“Are you happy with your decision? doesn't this give you a later Ran?"

"Of course not Ma"

“She's Ma's daughter, she's about five years old, now she's Tari tipped first with Mom at home, the day after the wedding mas Udin Tari will be there to pick up Risma”, he said, Dari answered with great enthusiasm and happiness given the opportunity to take care of Risma by her in-laws.

“Well later Mama will come to pick up Risma all come to the wedding of her cousin kamu”, you, Jawan Mama who was no less enthusiastic to make the two women happy was countless to imagine the presence of Risma in the midst of their families.

***

At night as usual Tari will wake up from his sleep in one third of the night to hold a prayer prayer prayer and ask the creator. Dance will spill all the flavors that exist at that time.

“Yes Allah’, Tari raised her hand to heaven in a soft voice and begged the creator on each of her prostrations during the six years of this marriage.

“Yes Allah is indeed the all-powerful, the all-creating, the all-loving, the all-loving. Now the servant is present again to beg and ask You if you expand this heart in waiting and patience that has not ended”.

“Yes Rab spread the servant in waiting for the presence of descendants in our small family, give us the descendants of Sholeha again as a complement to the happiness of our small family. Yes Rab we so miss the presence of a child”. No tears just dripped when he was acting on the Power.

“I ask you O Allah with all humility and lack of servants grant this servant prayer O Allah. Although I will adopt a child, but I also want a child born from the womb of my servant, I want to feel the beauty of conceiving and giving birth like a woman in general”.

“Give Lah the prayer of your servant Ya Allah”.

The still-constant dance with her hands cupped to her chest rubbed her face with her hands, hiding a whirlwind of tears every time she seduced her creator.

Randi is unmoved. The man's heart ached when he heard every chant of the prayer stanzas his wife said, there was an immeasurable guilt in him. Not infrequently Randi also shed tears, but as much as possible he covered by pretending to sleep.

All examinations and therapies have been done by Tari and both of them also had time to check their condition to Jakarta to meet with senior doctors who exist. It's just that Randi did not want to be checked at all. he only delivered his wife.

For a healthy lifestyle do not ask, both Tari and Randi have long applied a healthy lifestyle, Randi is also a non-smoker both are even active in sports activities.

***

In the morning as usual Tari will wake up early, and serve food to all the families who are helped by mbak Art at home, this morning Tari just made fried rice and green bean porridge request from papa-in-law, happened to be badam.

“Oh yes dear later after work I picked up ya in the Shop, keep us stop by first to loudry Papa coincidence now again early in the month they payday and papa can not go there because of sick”.

“Iya Tar, Mama asked for help ya stop by first to the laundry for a while, Mama can't go there kasian Papa later at home 'no one keep”.

The three again spent breakfast that morning including with Papa who enjoyed a bowl of green bean porridge made by his son-in-law.

***

Sure enough in the afternoon, after returning from the office Randi invited Tari to the store, do not forget they brought some cakes that were in the store for all the laundry employees who helped there. Both of them immediately shot up did not take a long fifteen minutes of travel they had arrived at Papa's laundry business. Both were welcomed by the employees there.

Dari immediately gave the parcel of cake to those who happened to be resting to go home. This laundry business has many branches scattered throughout the city of Surabaya, but for the center is not far from the house Randi it aims to make it easier for Papa when it will control their performance.

Randi went straight to the coordinators room who were in charge of overseeing and dividing their salaries every month. Randi finished all the business mandated by his Papa that afternoon. While Tari was chatting small with other laundry employees.

“Mbak Roses why? Is it not healthy?”, asked Tari to one of the laundry employees who served as ironers, Dari saw his face a little pale.

“Not papa bu Tari, maybe just soy sauce”.ansanya without daring to look at the face of Tari.

“Just rest first mbak, let later help other friends”.tari now take the Rose and take her to sit for a short break.

“Not now is also the time to rest mbak, eat first maybe mbak Roses hungry”. Dance with a box of cookies from her shop.

All the employees whispered to each other about Dance, apparently from the occasional look at Dari's face.

After everything is done, Randi and Tari say goodbye to go home, the two join hands to his car, increasingly envy all workers who see it.

“Bu Tari is very lucky yes to be the wife of Pak Randi already handsome well pula”.

“Bu Dance is very good yes even though until now has not had momongan but Mr. Randi is still loyal to him”.

And there are many more rumors that talk about Dance and Randi.

***

Arriving at home both immediately headed to the room to clean themselves, time is also almost evening ready to perform magrib prayer.

Randi's phone vibrated, then he grabbed his phone and saw who contacted him, then Randi refused the call. Until Randi got a message that made him look very surprised and rounded his eyes perfectly.

“Who the hell is Mas?”, Tanya Tari is very curious to see her husband's expression is not as usual.

“Oh baby, I'm leaving for a while yes, there is a business that I have to finish first for a while. You just eat first with Mama Papa do not wait for me, later I will go home soon!, replied Randi by grabbing the jacket behind the door of his room.

“But mas...”.

“Assalamualaikum”, replied Randi with a glance kissed his forehead that passed leaving his wife who was still sculpting in the room.