The Thorn in the Family
About Honesty
The warm atmosphere of the room, suddenly cold and unpleasant, Dance who suddenly became quiet, reluctant to take out a single word made Randi become confused.
While Risma began to whine asking to read a fairy tale before going to bed.
Dance, unmoved, he prefers to stay still for a moment, neutralizing all the anger that exists. His heart really hurt when he remembered about his in-laws who had revealed his flaws.
“Let's love Risma, same Daddy used to go to the room, later Dad read a fairy tale there”.
“Truly Yah”.
“Mother too?”.
“Mother here first baby, Mother's head is dizzy let Mother, rest first ya”.
Dance smiled at the child, stroked her hair gently and stared fixedly at Risma's eyes.
“Honey, Risma same Dad first yes powder let read the story. Mommy wants to take a break for a moment”.
The little girl in blue pajamas nodded towards her room.
With enough painstakingly Randi read out sheet by sheet of fairy tales in the story book owned by Risma. This time he read a story about an honest boy.
Risma was prepared by lying on her bed, hugging the bolster on her left side while Randi was on her right side. Not to forget, he also brought a hello kity doll the first gift that Dari gave him some time ago.
“How is the puti master ready to listen to his story?”.
“Each Dad”.answer quite enthusiastically.
“But after Dad read the fairy tale, this beautiful princess sleeps yes, not tomorrow nights will want to go to school”.
The little girl, under the blanket, nodded her head.
Once upon a time, there was a child who was wandering far away, in order to study. Call it Muhammad Ali Ramadhan. Before leaving to start the journey, Ali's mother advised.
“O my son, do not tell lies. Because lying will only lead you to another lie. While honesty will lead you to safety even though the honesty you do it will lead to the destruction’.
Ali nodded his head at the mother's advice.
Ali held tightly to his mother's message in his heart and mind. On the way to science Ibu Ali gave a stock of money as much as a hundred dirhams.
Once, in the middle of Ali's journey, he was approached by a group of robbers. They asked Ali who was on a journey alone to study.
“Oh little boy, did you bring money?”
Ali swiftly replied “Iya I brought money”.
“That you brought money?”. The robber hesitated and asked Ali again. Because everyone we ask will answer no money. We will take all his property.
“Iya really I brought money. Ali answered so calmly.
The band of robbers were laughing out loud at the same time. They do not believe Ali's words, with his shabby and seedy appearance also admitted to the robbers that he brought some money.
“Wahai Ali, are you just about to make fun of and insult us?”.
“I'm not making fun of you or insulting, I'm telling you the truth, if I have money”.
“Why are you telling the truth? Not afraid the money you bring will we snatch?”.
“My mother has advised me to be honest, I really do not dare to violate the advice of Ibu”.
Hearing the little boy's reply, the leader of the robbing group cried. He became aware of his crimes and sins during this time.
“You are afraid to hear your mother's advice not to lie, while I have not been afraid if God is angry because of my crimes in humans. O Ali, you have given me a stern warning.
The corner of Randi's eyes, watery when reading a fairy tale about honesty to Risma, he remembered himself at this time who was covering up a truth from his wife.
“I'll tell Tari after this, I don't want to live in a lie forever”. His eyes pensively looked at the little girl under the blanket who had fallen asleep.
Randi tidied up the blanket used by Risma, turned off the room lights and replaced it with a sleeping lamp. Before leaving Risma's room he held her chest many times.
“Yes God gave me the strength to tell my wife everything. I don't want to hurt him for longer.”.
His feet stepped, back towards his room.
“Honey I know if you haven't slept?”.
Randi entered the kama, sitting next to Tari who was lying behind him at this moment. Dari prefers to face the wall and ignore Randi.
His back shook with the cry.
“On behalf of Mama I ask maa, for all the mistakes that have been done to you”.
There was no answer from Tari, only her crying was now no longer able to be contained.
“Nothing to forgive is actually Mas. It's just that I'm disappointed in Mama, why she told others that I couldn't have children. I'm not ashamed because I don't have children, but it's a household problem, it would be nice if not for public consumption”.
“I'm disappointed Mas”.he said with great emphasis.
“I know baby, sorry Mama. Randi's hand outstretched hugged Tari who was crying as she pleased.
Dari could not speak, she just cried so much in Randi's arms. Shed all the disappointment there. Maybe this is trivial for people but not with Dance, if it is a child problem.
Randi tries to calm down, by giving her most comfortable hug. Randi's heart was just as broken when he saw his wife crying like this.
“Let Mas later, who spoke with Mama dear”.
“No Mas, I'll talk to Mama” myself.
The two hugged each other, trying to give it some calm. That night wrapped in heavy rain, Dari gripped her first disappointment to her mother-in-law, while Randi was haunted by endless guilt after marrying the Rose.
The two hugged each other and closed their eyes, only they were both unable to fall asleep soundly.
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The next day, Tari woke up earlier than usual. He wanted to talk directly to his mother-in-law. Dance chose to talk in the back garden, because every morning Mama, slalu was there to take care of her plants.
“I have to straighten things out, I have to ask for an explanation from Mama before I get worse thinking about her”. Step Dance, slowly began to approach at the side of Mama, who was watering white orchid flowers.
“Ma anyone wants to Dance, ask Mama”.
“What's up?”. Ask Mama while picking up a few strands of angger petals that fall dry around the plant.
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