The Thorn in the Family

The Unrequited Taste

“Oma. Risma ran over and stretched her hands towards Ms. Srining who was seen just coming out of the bathroom.

Quiescent.

Ms. Srining still did not realize her gaze turned to look at the Rose who was facing the Dance, could not be denied the anxiety was immediately present.

“Oma...Oma...”. Now the hand risma tugging at the robe used by Ms. Srining and several times called her name.

“Oh yes son, sorry-sorry Oma did not hear earlier”, he replied by holding Risma and taking her to a special room.

“You came here to not say-say first”. Bu Srining's face looked at Randi with a cynical look, wanting to touch the child's ears. Maybe he brought Dance here and there is a Rose. Did he do this to hurt the Rose. Ms. Srining was so angry with her son.

“Not papa Ma, just want to visit here share a cake for friends who work here, all of them are acquaintances with Risma”. Dance sat on one of the sofas and held Risma.

“This cake let Mama share to them, let Risma join Oma acquaintance with auntie here”, Hand Bu Srining outstretched to pull Risma and bring her out of the room leaving Tari and Randi, with one more hand carry several boxes of brownies in a large red plastic.

Dari also rose from the right seat wanted to catch up with Ms. Srining.

“Where are you?”, with a swift hand Randi outstretched dancing one hand Dance until he fell in his arms.

“You are with Mama to share kuni”.

“No need here just accompany me”.

“But Mas...”. Not yet Tari continued his words Randi tightened his embrace until he could not move at all.

Many times Tari tried to run away, only the more he tried to move, the more tightly Randi hugged him.

The two of them laughed together, pinching each other with anxiety at each other.

Without them noticing behind the door, Rose was smothering her mouth strongly enough that her crying voice could not be heard by anyone else. He quickly wiped away the tears that fell with the edge of his shirt hoping that no one would see him cry.

“Tega you mas, what is the lack of me in your eyes when compared mbak Tari?, I am even more beautiful than him and most of all I can give you the future!”.

Can't stand the view that there is a Rose chose to go home without saying goodbye.

The rose came home feeling defeated, her heart grimacing withstanding the pain.

“Stupid!!!”.

“Why should you cry? Don't you already know what the risk of being second is?”, he cursed himself along the way. Hugging his queen's stomach as if he was telling the child in his womb.

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“Mas seems like the day has started in the afternoon, we should go home first yuk. I haven't prepared the dishes for dinner later”. Invite Tari to Randi when he sees the clock on his phone screen almost shows at five in the afternoon.

“Every mistress let's go home now, you don't have to cook baby. If we are tired we just buy food outside and wrap for Mama Papa”.

“No mas I want to cook it for them”.

Now Randi's hand again stretched out to pull his wife's waist, as if he did not want to walk away from her. Randi wants to show everyone that Dance is his and only hers, only Dance is nothing else!.

“Ma Pa we go home first yes, do not be quick to close just do not night-night”.

“Hem”.

There was no answer from Mama just a deheman with one foot stepping on Randi and eyes bulging. Ms. Srining seems to show Randi if she is very upset with her actions today.

Randi and Tari's car quickly left the laundry with Risma waving at all that was left there.

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Rose House.

“The child is definitely not okay through today”, said Bu Srining when he had seen Rose crying behind the door.

He quickly headed to the Rose house with a lot of heavy food and also a variety of snacks. Not to forget that Ms. Srining also brought some fruit for her second daughter-in-law. He wanted to make sure the rose was okay.

Tok.tok...

The sound of knocking on the door was heard many times, only the homeowner was reluctant to get out of his bed.

Surely the Rose prefers to curl up on his bed with tears that have flooded his pillow.

Tok.dok..

Ms. Srining's hand was stretched out again to knock on the door, again with no answer.

Feeling worried about the situation, finally Ms. Srining took the spare key stored in the bag. Enter alone without the permission of the host.

His feet stepped anxiously in search of the existence of the Rose. He quickly walked to the Rose's room.

“Mawar”.he exclaimed by approaching the crying Rose on the bed.

“Mama...”, he said softly with messy hair.

“Ma when did mas Randi come here?, Ma when did mas Randi love me like love same Tari?”.

“Yes Allah wants you to be patient y”. Bu Srining's outstretched hand justifies a messy rose hair.

“You've eaten?”.

The rose only shakes its head.

“Eat son, watch your child if not eat like this”.

Now Ms. Srining is busy arranging the food she brought putting in front of the Rose.

“But his Father never kasian with us Ma”.

“Already do not think, later Mama will persuade Randi to come here, now eat first kasian grandson”.

“Promise Yes Ma bring Mas Randi here, this boy misses his Father”. Highlight the eyes of the bathed Rose with her hands gently stroking her stomach.

Ms. Srining just nodded her head.

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Randi's House.

Dinner began without the presence of Mama-in-law there, but today Dance cook special for their dinner. Papa tried to liven up the atmosphere by chatting with Risma. Dari and Randi dissolved in the atmosphere created by Papa the four of them ate with pleasure even though there was no Mama.

After the meal was over, Papa took Risma to the living room to teach her to draw. This time Risma wants to learn to draw mountains he said.

While Tari went to clean up the remnants of that dinner. Dance also left some of the food for her mother-in-law.

“Cock lately Mama often go yes?”.

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