The Thorn in the Family

It Shouldn't Be That Way

At ten o'clock in the morning, the sun still seemed timidly shining on the earth, visible black cloud fog that stretched quite widely. Dari came back to school with a step that was stirred up afraid the rain would greet before he got to school.

Sure enough, entering the gate area of the rainy school began to dance gently soaking the ground. As if to greet his presence.

“Lho mbak Tari ya?”, greet someone who is both taking shelter on the UKS page to pick up his son.

“Iya, is picking up ya Bu”,

“Iya, Ma'am Tari, what are you doing here?”, young women of the same age of Dance look surprised by its existence in the Kindergarten school.

Nadia, she is a neighbor of Tari who happens to be her home in one elite residential area where she lives now.

“I, also picked up anak”.

“Kids? Mbak Tari has a child?”.

“Not Mbak Tari can not have children?”.

“Ups..maaf”, he said softly by smothering his mouth using his hands.

“Sorry mbak I do not mean, asau I mbak Tari do not have children, some time ago Bu Srining also had time to tell my Mother, if mbak Tari could not have children”.

Dari was so shocked to hear the words of his neighbor, he tried to be calm even though his heart was rumbling unacceptably.

“I can not not have children mbak, just that God has not entrusted to our family”. Dance answered gently, biting the bottom of her lips and holding her chest slowly.

“Iya mbak, do not despair nothing is impossible over the power and greatness of Divine”.

Dance just nodded her head.

“Mother....”.

“Tante...”.

Shouted Risma and Arsy simultaneously and both of them scrambled to hug Dari right then and there, not wanting to disappoint the two Dari spread her arms wide enough to reach both.

“This is my son mbak, his name is Risma, dear acquaintance used to be with Aunte”.

Risma again reached out her hand to Nadia, kissed the back of the woman's hand and greeted her.

“Very beautiful, almost similar to Mother's face”.

“Iya dong kan I Bunda”'s son, chirped with spoiled.

“I'm sorry to go home first Ma'am, it looks like the rain will be a long time if you wait until it really stops”.

Nadia, just nodded her head and gave a smile.

Mambawa fast dance the two boys into his car, he delivered Arsy first to his house, because today Fitri can not pick up. The second child is not feeling well so a little fussy.

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Randi's House.

Since the presence of Risma, in the midst of their family, Tari has a new habit of teaching Risma to do schoolwork and teaching her to read prayers.

That night Risma, was getting a task to draw. The theme of drawing given by the school is (family). This time he did his job in the dance room.

“Dad let's help Risma to draw, let me give you the color of the father who drew”.

“Oh can not be dear, here let Daddy who taught Risma draw later Risma example ya”.

Randi's hand stretched out to grab a single piece of paper in the drawer of the Dance dresser. His hands began to draw simple make the face of a Father, Mother and also one child. Risma's eyes meticulously observed each pull of Randi's hand line.

“Have been”. Appoint Randi to Risma also to Dance who has been so faithful sitting next to them.

“Dad, why is the picture of his son only one?”.

“Yes because this is a picture of our family, there is Mother, Father and also Risma”. Randi's hands outstretched pointing one by one the people in the picture.

“I want to add more here little brother who is a guy, let's like Arsy’. His whine was spoiled and pointed at one empty space next to the image of him.

“Ok, well let's picture sister first here ya”. Hand Randi re-carved a masterpiece, which according to him is a picture of a baby brother because only in the form of a picture like a caterpillar in the eyes of”.

Risma's hand, back incised the paper in front of her, giving a touch of color on each side, to make it more beautiful and attractive.

“Ye I finally have a baby sister, I want a baby sister Bun”. Risma wiggled the body of Tari, who looked frozen watching the picture painted Randi.

Speaking of babies, Dari remembered her meeting with Nadia this afternoon at school.

“Mas talking about kids..”. Dance paused her speech.

“Why dear, has anyone hurt me?”, When it comes to child talk, Randi is so worried about his wife's condition.

“So I met Nadia, when I picked up Risma school, she said if I could not have a child mas”.

“What did Nadia say?”, asked Randi in a voice that could barely get out of her mouth.

“Iya mas, Madam Nadin said if I can not have children”.

“Can't be darling, just haven't”. Randi's outstretched hand stroked Dance's hair straight.

“Mama who told mbak Nadin mas”. Dari's face bowed lethargic, the look on her eyes instantly turning into a wistful one.

Randi was so flabbergasted to hear his wife's words, he only found out that his mother had exposed her son-in-law's shortcomings to others.

As vigorously as Tari tried to keep smiling in front of Risma, she did not want the little girl to see her Mother crying, she said,. As much as he could, he held the clear details that almost came without permission. His heart was so sick when he found out that his own mother-in-law was indulging in his shortcomings.

“I can't not have a child Mas, it's just that God hasn't given her, right?”, Tari looks back at her husband.

“Propos yes dear. Now Randi's hands are stretched out to embrace Risma and also Tari simultaneously, kissing their forehead in turn. Trying to give his wife some peace.

“Mother don't be sad yes, Risma is your child. Just now a lot of people say if Risma looks like Mother's face”. The little girl broke her embrace and looked up at the face of Dance who had almost shed her tears.

“Iya dong Risma kan Bunda”'s.

“Risma, help do’a yes the same God, let in the love of a funny sister and worry”

“Siap Mommy, I want a younger brother ya”, a smile emanates perfectly on Risma's face.

Randi's gaze, turning to his wife's face a sad look emanated perfectly on Tari's face, he saw disappointment and a gaping wound in his wife's heart.

“I'm ashamed, really very embarrassed. Isn't that part of a family secret that the moon has to keep?"

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