The Thorn in the Family

Covering Up a Truth

“Mama again play to his friend's house maybe dear"

“That's it, but I think now almost every day Mama comes home at night. Mama also often cook early in the morning before the house people wake up, but strangely I never found Mama's cooking in the dining table”. Dari continued her activity of storing food for her mother-in-law and intended to heat up if Mama had come home.

Randi closed his eyes to hear the words of his wife, he knew if the Mama every day cook to obey the request of the Rose in the name of cravings. He tried to smile bitterly, cover up a fact that, did not want to make his wife sad even would be angry if he found out that he was married again behind her.

“Mas is already ah, there first. I want to clean this, the dish laundry is a lot of”.

“Let us help dear”. Randi's hand stretched out to pick up some of the dishes that were on the dining table.

“Mas Randi who keeps it on the shelf, let me do the dishes”.

Randi smiled looking at his wife.

The two romantic couples resumed their activities cleaning dishes and kitchens, while Risma and Papa were still cool in learning to draw.

A few moments later there was a sound of greeting that echoed into the room.

“Assalamualaikum’, tiredness adorned Mama's face, he just walked to his room without intending to stop in the living room or in the kitchen.

“Waalaikumsalam Ma, Mama want to eat now? Let Tari prepare her food?”, greet Tari with so friendly and polite to Mama-in-law did not forget she also kissed the back of her hand.

“Ah no need, Mama has just eaten. Mama straight to the room ya tired once today”. Her feet slowly stepped towards her room, a glimpse of Mama's eyes looking at Randi with a piercing look as if she wanted to punish the child.

“Good Ma happy break”. Dance smiled at Mama.

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Today the first time Tari delivered Risma to school, she deliberately postponed her departure to the bakery in order to deliver Risma school on her first day. Dance chooses the same school as her best friend, Arsy Fitri's son.

That morning with the sound of birds chirping with each other, Tari stepped her feet with confidence. One hand held the hand of her beautiful daughter and another hand held a small light brown bag.

Both look so very excited to start the day, many times Dance fix the little girl's hijab to make it look more beautiful and neat.

“Wah Mommy's child, beautiful once”. He returned to tidying up the clothes Risma wore to make sure his son was really neat and tasty at the sight of the eye.

“Honey don't be afraid, later in many of his friends. Risma can play and sing along with friends. There's Arsy also there”. Dance Instructions by patting the princess's shoulders.

The two of them set foot back into the classroom, on the way to class he met Fitri. The two friends greeted each other and led their children to class together. Occasionally, Dance hands outstretched to hold the cheeks of Arsa Fitri children who just even three months. His cheeks look so round like a soft donut.

“Honey knows this Risma son Aunt”.

Arsy is silent not wining but Dance speech, he prefers to look away and reluctant to look at both Tari and Risma.

“Arsy acquaintance first son, it's the same aunt Tari”. Now Fitri nudged his son's arm to get acquainted with his new friend.

While Risma had extended her hand since just now was about to shake hands with Arsy.

“I don't want to know you!”. Now Arsy protested with a very upset face and ran to his class.

Dari looked at her best friend's child sadly because the girl was reluctant to get acquainted with her son Risma. Dari had already hoped that Risma and Arsy would be good friends like him and Fitri.

While Fitri ran after Arsy by holding his baby child.

While Tari also approached them by holding Risma.

“I don't like aunt Tari have children, later aunt Tari not love again the same I”. Now the little girl is crying.

“Arsy can't be like that, Risma is your friend”. Fitri's voice sounded a little hardened on Arsy.

“Eh no-no, who says aunt does not love Arsy? Precisely because there is Risma later aunty so more often play at your home with Risma”. Now Dari grabs Arsy's hand and hugs him.

“Later Aunt Risma is more affectionate than Arsy!”.

“Tante love you two, also brother Arsya”. Dance's outstretched hand hugged Risma as well as Arsy simultaneously.

“Ya already I want to know you”.

Arsy reached out his hand to Risma, who then made Risma also smile to receive Arsy's hand. The two shook hands and joined hands, seconds later they both smiled and greeted each other.

“Nak it dong new good kids, here Auntie photos first you two, smile yes beautiful”.

One

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Cis.

Risma and Arsy raised their hands and smiled at the camera.

“We go in first yes Aunte”.

The two little girls waltzed together towards the class with each other holding hands, they told each other whatever they were talking about so that Risma could laugh all the way to class.

Dari and Fitri look at each other, they remember their friendship that was built since they were still sitting on the bench of Kindergarten.

“Hopefully they can be friends like us yes, who are ready to hear every complaint. Both in likes and soruka”.

Speaking of grief, Fitri remembered the incident a few days ago in the laundry when he learned the fact that Randi had remarried and his wife was pregnant.

Fitri's heart smeared as if he was betraying his own best friend because he covered up a fact. But Fitri also has no power to tell Tari, he is afraid of the risks that occur in the future.

“May Allah give you the power of Tar, when later to know a painful fact”. Fitri's teary eyes looked at Tari but her lips were determined to be reluctant to open her voice.

“Eh you want to cry anyway why?”, he reached for Arsya and moved into her lap.

“Ah no papa, I just remembered our childhood past”.

“Stay be my best friend no matter what happens, tell me if you need a friend to tell a story, I am ready to listen to every complaint you”. Say Fitri to her best friend.

Dance smiled and they hugged again as if for a long time no see.