The Thorn in the Family

Devastations

His eyes stared intently at the woman in the room. Sure enough that morning Tari saw her husband sitting next to the bed of the patient who lay helpless. Their hands held each other gently.

Young women with a typical hospital patient negligee, long hair and a deathly pale face.

Rose Mawangi, laundry employee at Mama Randi's place.

What is the relationship between the two of them?.

Uninvited clear crystal, slid from her beautiful bead, demanding an explanation with what she saw.

“Mas Randi..”. The familiar voice of a woman broke her daydream. It felt like Randi's heart wanted to come out right then and there, when he heard the voice of his beloved wife. Randi looked up to confirm the truth, by seeing who came.

“Sayang”. A slick sentence he said. His heart really felt stopped right then and there, when he saw the presence of Dance in the doorway of the room.

A sad face with glassy netra emanated perfectly.

Randi quickly pulled his hand from the Rose's grasp, taking off forcefully which made the Rose's heart again throb pain.

“Honey I can explain, a word that came back in a hoarse voice, as if holding back a cry.

How could? What is really going on between the two of them? So long a series of questions airs above his head.

Randi got up from where he was sitting, approached his wife with a chest that was beating very fast. Randi who since this morning wanted to uncover a fact, admit the mistake he made, suddenly became silent can not say a word. It seems like he is at a loss for words.

Crushed.

Everything is so broken, with the circumstances.

“Mas what is this?”, the sound of Dance vibrating resisting crying. His mind tried to remain prejudiced, but his heart refused.

Silently, Randi still stared silently at his wife. He was unable to reveal what was in front of his eyes.

While Dari quickly overcame the condition of the room, his eyes were fixed on Bu Srining who was sitting on the sofa next to the Rose. His face was bowed in silence, his mouth was silent can not speak, even if just say hello.

Now Dance's gaze was fixed on the Rose, a weak woman who was lying on her bed. Even a silent rose could not say a word, just the look of his eyes that glistened, as if trying to explain the situation.

A moment later Tari looked fixedly at the face of her husband, a figure she trusted so much and loved all this time.

“I'm waiting for your explanation Mas!”. Tears shed for a moment even though he has been trying to weir since.

“See me now! And answer my question! What is the relationship between the two of you?”. voice is soft but full of emphasis in garnishing a cry.

Randi was still silent sculpting, he was so shocked by the situation. Confused to explain where all this is coming from. His tongue felt confused his mind suddenly dazed.

“Jawab me mas!”. For the first time, Dari speaks in a loud tone as long as they know each other and have a marriage.

“Honey I will explain everything”, Hand Randi outstretched to touch his hand, unfortunately he swiped so roughly the helping hand.

“Excuse me, Mr. Randi is the result of checking the content of your wife”. said young female doctor, who suddenly entered the room gave a series of Rose examination test results on Randi.

That morning, the world of Dance had collapsed, its shining gem was no longer dazzling. His charm is lost invincible by the slowness of the cloud.

I'm disappointed.

“Honey I will explain everything”, that soft voice again rubbed his ears.

Dance did not budge, enough tears that spoke as a signal of her heart contents that were completely crumpled dim.

“Tega You Mas”. A slick sentence he was able to say.

Run.

Dance chose to run, leaving the room together with her shaken soul. He cried lamenting the situation. The long hijab that dangles as a witness to the pain of a betrayal, when the hijab is wet with a puddle of tears.

The doctor just stared at everyone, as if asking for an explanation with the circumstances. No one was trembling, all as if suddenly becoming mute.

Randi ran after his wife, two people who were feeling heartache chasing each other along the corridor of the Hospital.

Dance returns to Arsa's ward, she wants to take Risma and quickly take her away from here, away from Randi and her family.

“Ye Mother has come”, welcome two little girls who are starving from earlier waiting for her presence.

“Risma, let's go home nak”. Dance's face that was swollen with tears dripping on her cheeks, making Fitri confused by the situation.

“Tar, what is it?, is everything okay?”, he said carefully when he saw his friend who was not okay.

Chequek.

A moment later Randi entered Arsya's room. Fitri who saw the presence of Randi suddenly, can already predict if Dance already knows everything. He silenced not to say a word and preferred to reach his son carrying in his arms, so as not to be disturbed by the situation.

“Sweetie I'll explain”. Randi is back.

“Force us Fit, disturb Arsya's composure. Me and Risma go first”. His exclamation by pulling Risma's hand led him to run out of the room followed by the sound of the cries of Risma and Arsy, the two little boys looked frightened by the tense situation that existed.

Randi is back chasing Dance.

“Honey wait, I'll explain everything”.

“Explain? From that explanation that I was waiting to come out of your mouth, it's just that you're silent not saying a word. Now it's all clear I already know everything, then what kind of explanation you want to say heh!”. Now Tari grabbed Risma's body and carried her running out of the hospital.

All the way through the hospital corridor, all eyes were on them. As if he was watching a family drama presented in plain sight.

“Listen to me dear...”.

“Please don't be like this, don't hate me. I love you so much Tar”.

“Darling I beg pardon me, you may kill me but I beg you not to hate me”.

Tari's crying increasingly decayed when she heard every word that said from Randi's mouth along with the cry of Risma who was frightened by the situation. His heart was really hurt this morning.

While in the corner of the Hospital corridor, Bu Screening stared at the daughter-in-law and her daughter-in-law, both of them crying each other. Guilt lingered in his heart. Regret is useless, when the rice has become a porridge.

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