The Thorn in the Family

Risma

“I am not papa”, he replied by continuing his activities to wrap small cakes for invited guests' banquets.

“Looks like you are tired baby, it's good we just rest at the house of Ibu”, pinta Randi by reaching for his wife's body and bringing her home to Mother's house.

Arriving at the room, Tari sat on her dresser chair while Randi was resting her body on the bed.

“What's the matter, baby? Tell me if there's something that doesn't make you?”.

Randi who saw his wife's face looked glum from behind the mirror reflection.

“Mas, if I arrive at any time later I can not give you a child will you accept it?”. He asked hesitantly as if afraid to hear the answer that would come out of Randi's mouth.

.

.

.

“Honey with or without children my love and affection will not be reduced in the least to you”. Now Randi got up from his bed and stepped towards his wife kissing the soft forehead of Tari and holding her in his warm embrace.

“Mas you know, I want to be the only woman in your life until death separates us, I want to be like Fatimah whose love was never duaed by ali”.

DEG

Randi's chest felt so sick as a big lump when he heard the words of his wife, while what happened now he was realistically wishing for the sacred love of Dance, marrying another woman without the knowledge of his wife.

His mouth was locked tightly unable to give any answer, promised he had denied it, wanted to admit he also had no guts. Randi fell silent by enduring the pain in his chest. If usually a man who has more than one wife can proudly show off and show people if he is able, another case with Randi, guilt haunts every day.

By eight o'clock in the evening, Tari and Randi bid farewell to return to Surabaya with Risma, not to forget before saying goodbye they apologized as much as possible to Bude Murni and Pakde Dar if they could not follow all the arrangements of Udin mas wedding, because indeed Randi had to return to work. Randi also gave greetings envelopes to pakde and bude so as not to aggravate his return with Dance.

***

Two hours drive from Tari house in the village to Surabaya, they arrived at Randi's house. Risma was so stunned in awe of Randi's house that was so big and nice. This is the first experience for Risma to be able to set foot at home as good as this.

The atmosphere of the house looks quiet like there is no one at all, the lights are also dark everything, either because it has been turned off or it has not been turned on since last afternoon.

Dance immediately brought Risma to the room that has been specially prepared for her, the room is next to Tari to make it easier when you want to control Risma. Tari painstakingly arranged the clothes Risma put it into the closet that has been prepared.

“Are you happy with this room?”.

“Iya I am very happy Mother, the room is nice, spacious and fragrant”, she replied with eyes that still looked amazed around the room.

“Mainan is also a lot, thank you Bun”. Now Risma's small body ran towards Tari who was arranging clothes and hugged her peacefully as if feeling the touch of a real mother.

“Sleep baby, tomorrow morning we play back if possible Mother will find school as soon as”.

***

While Randi is still outside the house enjoying a cold night, Randi accidentally leaves Tari and Risma to both in the room to give space between mother and daughter agara more familiar.

Randi flipped open his phone, sliding the gallery on his phone a row of photos Dance lined up perfectly. There are no other photos on her phone other than her Mama and Tari. His smile warmed up when they saw their wedding photos in the residence of the house of Tari, done quite simply but meaningfully and on the basis of love for both.

Not long after, the car entered the yard of the house, it turned out that Mama and Papa Randi had just returned home.

“Mama from where?”, asked Randi by grabbing Mama's hand and kissing her.

“Nemenin Roses, pity him alone in his house. Though pregnant women should be spoiled and accompanied not even in abandoned”, replied Mama cynically.

“Mama does not want to know Ran, tomorrow you have to accompany Rose to take care of her, she is pregnant with your child”. Again Mama made clear the words pregnant your child as if making Randi helpless at the order.

“Evenings do not fuss, let's break”. Papa said trying to calm two people who lately whistled tense.

Mama did not give an answer and left Randi.

***

The next day Dari did his usual activities before going to his cake shop, Tari prepared breakfast assisted by mbak there. After everything was done, he went back to his room to see Risma's condition. Wake the little boy up, bathe him and change his clothes. Dari invites her to join breakfast below along with other families.

“This darling oma and opa”. Show Dance to her two in-laws sitting at the dinner table and sipping her coffee.

“Assalamualaikum oma opa’, greet Risma by kissing their hands.

“Wah a very smart beautiful child dear, what is your name?”, asked Mama gently and stroked Risma's straight hair.

“My name is Risma oma, Kharisma Nur Laila, which my father said means light in darkness”.

“Oven pinter, hopefully at home ya want to stay here with oma and opa”. Papa praised Risma.

Hearing her first greeting to Risma makes Tari breathe a sigh of relief, something that is feared does not happen both parents Randi can receive Risma well, Risma, the two of them also loved Risma very much seen from Mama who immediately hugged the little girl and bowed in her lap feeding painstakingly food for Risma.

“Thank You God, I'm so happy this morning”. Dance Smile emanated perfectly when she saw the scene in front of her.

What else is more happy when having a sufficient life, a husband who is so loving to the family even without the presence of children in marriage and in-laws who are so sincerely loving, he said, in addition, now the presence of Risma in the middle of the family.

While Randi who saw his wife was happy, could not bear to open a big secret.

“Yes Allah what should I do?, until when do I hide all this from him?”.