The Thorn in the Family

When Love Is Tested

“Ma I've done all Mama's orders by marrying Roses and giving grandchildren to Mama, so Ma please with all her heart Randi, please, for this time alone let Randi can take Tari to pick up Risma at her mother's house, let Tari also feel happiness like Mama is currently”. Randi's eyes glazed with no power to withstand all the tightness in the chest.

“Randi what's wrong for now only Dance relented by going alone to her mother's house, not all this time Mama has been very kind to her, let Tari to adopt a child then modelled it to open a cake shop even meet the needs of her family pula”. Mama said all that with annoyance and emphasis as if all this time she had been forced to run and accept the presence of Dance in the family.

“Ma please stop don't talk like that, I have promised from the beginning before marriage to make Tari happy to meet all the needs of her and her family”.

"I'm not going to light up Dance's devotion to her family?".

“Including also by buying his house, financing the life of Pakde and Budenya?”.

“What's the difference between your Ran and a dairy cow?, all this time Mama tried to be quiet because Mama saw Dance is a good girl but after six years you have a marriage and never have a descent Mama should what?”.

“Mama wants grandchildren from you, blood meat ye”.

"Mama also wants you to show my devotion and love to Mama".

“Mama does all this for you, for you, for your future. Mama just wants to see you have a complete family with the presence of a child by your side”.

“Randi wait, Mama has not finished talking....”, cried Mama that night.

Randi left Mama with pushy eyes, it felt so claustrophobic when he heard every strand of the word Mama said to Dance that night.

***

Randi did not go into his room, he chose to stop in the front garden of the house which happened to have his gazebo there, trying to find calm neutralizing all the whips in the chest,

Sometimes it is difficult for every man to choose two women in his life. Not between the first wife and the second wife but between the mother and his wife. Both of them occupied an equally special space in his life.

For Randi Mama is everything a person who is so meritorious in his life. While Dance is the soulmate of the woman who is able to shake her heart when it has been extinguished for a long time. A woman with all her kindness and love that always accompanies both joy and sorrow. Sometimes the love for both of them makes him unable to think wisely.

Have a child from another woman? Marry another woman? Absolutely not in the plans and ideals of Randi's life. His affection and love for Dance exceeded anything even with all the shortcomings, able to close Randi's eyes to see nothing else.

Including by hiding the true state of Dance, if she is a barren woman. Randi's great love makes him cover all this just because he does not want to see the woman he loves so sad.

However, the Mama who also has the same love and space in her heart, continues to urge Randi to remarry because she wants to have a grandson of Randi's own flesh and blood. Understandably Randi is the youngest child of the Mama so worried about his descendants.

Unmitigated several times Mama offered women to marry Randi but unfortunately firmly several times Randi was able to refuse the request of the Mama.

Day after day, Randi passes with endless exhortations from both Mama and Papa, who are both supportive of remarrying and giving grandchildren to them.

A word of gratitude slalu became a sacred word that his parents said to Randi.

“Mama and Papa don't want anything from you Ran, Mama and Papa just want you to have a perfect family intact with the presence of a child”, he said, that is a sentence that Randi hears every day from the mouth of his parents.

Until the last year Mama and Papa increasingly become-so to match Randi with one of the employees in his laundry.

Roses.

Yes, she is Rose one of the orphan girls who works in the laundry of Randi's parents, Knee her parents Rose is a good girl and also sholeha.

“Mama Papa has done anything for you Ran, raising lovingly, educating and financing your life without ever feeling the slightest lack”.

“So can you grant Mama's request to remarry and give us a grandchild”.

A sentence that danced in Randi's mind.

Randi again refused the request of his parents, not just one or two times even more than hundreds of times he refused the ridiculous request of his parents.

Isn't his marriage with Tari only runs six years, there are still many things that can be done to get children without having to marry again.

It's just that Randi's parents don't want to understand and care about it, they think they are old enough and are afraid of not being able to see the next generation.

Until finally four months ago, with all his compulsion and sense of service to his parents Randi relented, by granting his parents request to remarry with one of the women of his parents' choice.

Roses.

The two married secretly without the knowledge of Dance until now Rose is pregnant.

After feeling quite calm Randi re-entered his room quite slowly he began to enter not wanting to wake his wife. Randi sat crouching in front of his sleeping wife.

“I'm sorry dear, sorry for all the mistakes I've done to you, sorry the weak can't refuse my Mama” request, she said so softly and almost inaudibly.

“Yes Allah, what is wrong with my wife, until you give her such a hard ordeal in her life from the past until now, I beg a miracle to happen to her strengthen her”. Randi's eyes glazed over.

Because it was powerless to hold back her crying that almost spilled Randi quickly into the bathroom. Now he again wept as he remembered all his foolishness and mistakes in Dance.

Regrets, maybe that's what Randi is feeling.

Afraid loss.

Afraid of being a bad boy.

“Yes Allah what should I do?”.

“How can I choose anatar to make my wife happy and also my Mom”.

“Mas...”.

"You're inside?"

Randi quickly doused his face with a splash of water when he heard the sound of Dance calling his name.

“You why Mas?”. He said as he walked towards the bathroom.

“Crying?”