The Thorn in the Family

Covering A Wound

While in the hospital, Mawar was waiting for the presence of Randi as well as Ms. Srining who had begun to fret waiting for the presence of the child who never gave her news.

Since seeing Randi crying and so fragile when looking for the whereabouts of his wife, Ms. Srining's heart was not calm, guilt lingered in her heart and mind. He had never seen Randi hurt and destroyed like that before.

Ms. Srining looked at the son-in-law who seemed still trying to contact Randi.

“Yes Allah have I made a mistake by forcing Randi to marry’i Rose. I did all this for Randi's happiness later. Was my decision wrong Yes Rab?”. Rintih Bu Srining in a heart that began to fret with his own decision.

“Ma, try to contact Mas Randi, maybe if Mama who contacted him wants to receive his phone”. Whine the Roses spoiled at her in-laws.

“Already son, just leave it like this. Biakan Randi solve his problem with Dance first, give more space to them to accept each other's situation. Mama mohn understandingmu”. Hiss Bu Srining with a pleading look at the Rose. Begging that the daughter-in-law does not demand more presence of her husband at times like this.

The rose is silent, it cannot be denied his heart is disappointed. He was disappointed with everything that existed because slalu in the number duakan by everyone. He looked away at the wall, his back to his mother-in-law.

***

Ruma Dance.

Along the way to her mother's house, Tari asked Risma not to tell her grandmother if she had cried since. He gently stroked the princess' hair, pleading for her cooperation.

Risma, nod her head. The little girl seemed to know what was going on and what she had to do so as not to make her mother even more sad.

Two hours passed, both of them had arrived at the courtyard of Bu Marni's house, the arrival of Tari and Risma in the light rain. Ayla's white car is neatly parked right under the mango tree. Dance started out of her car with a big umbrella in her hand. While Risma was still in the car waiting for the Mother to open the door for her.

Now both of them are out of the car, Tari took Risma and one of her hands carried an umbrella.

“Assalamu'alaikum”, greetings from behind the door.

Ms. Marni, look through the window to see who's coming, when it's raining like this.

Degs....

Miss Marni was so shocked by the sudden presence of Dance. With deftness he quickly opened the door for Dance and also Risma welcomed the presence of his children and grandchildren.

“Wassalamaicum”.

“Loh tumben here do not love the news first?”, now Miss Marni looks at the face of Tari, as if she was looking for something but she herself does not know what.

“Ah Yes Bu, Dance kangen same Mother, want to thank surprise”.

“Loh want Randi where?’. Mom went back out of the house to look for her daughter-in-law.

Mother nodded her head in intelligence and went back inside the house, trying to believe everything that Tari said.

“Risma has eaten son? Last grandma cooked pepes catfish, Risma eat first yuk”. Ms. Marni gently held Risma's tiny hand and took her to the kitchen. While Tari headed to her room to clean up.

“Bu Dari kangen really with the atmosphere here, can for the next few days Tari stay at sinu?”, he said by sitting next to Bu Srining who was feeding Risma.

For the time being, Tari was feeling at her mother's house, she decided to stay for a few days there until her heart was completely ready. It feels like he can't if he has to return to Randi's house with this situation.

“What's up, son? You must be having problems, right?”. Bu Srining replied by pausing his hand to feed Risma.

“Ah no Ma'am, I just miss the atmosphere here. Long time since I got married I never stayed here”. He gently held the hand of the mother, trying to convince her that nothing had happened.

Ms. Marni tried to smile, but could not be denied if she did not believe the words of the child. Dari is the wife that Sholeh she never left without her husband's permission, while at this time she suddenly asked permission to stay a while at her mother's house.

Ms. Marni is restless, she feels that her child's household is not okay. Until making a dance to go from home and choose to stay here.

Now Dance moved from her seat to the yard next to the house, there she saw a lot of flowers and also plants that have beautiful colors. But unfortunately the beauty of the flower is not able to hide his sad face.

“I just want to stay here Bu”. Dari still gave the same answer, when Bu Marni came closer and demanded an answer from him.

Dari again evaded his mother, he was about to move his feet towards the house of Pakde Dar and Bude Murni.

“You're just like that, I know you're hiding something from Mom. You can't lie to Mom son, though you've dodged”. Tukas Bu Marni is full of emphasis.

“Did Randi do something to you?”.

“Ah no Ma'am, Mas Randi and his family are so good with me and also Risma, it's just that I'm kangen with Ibu”. Now Tari's hands stretched out to hug her mother's back, hoping to find her arm there.

As powerful as Dance, resisting the tightness that exists. Holding the puddle of water in his eyes almost decayed. The defense began to thin, as soon as possible she quickly rubbed gently with the tip of her hijab.

“Bu Wanted dance to back”. His permission by competing to resist urination. He immediately broke into a hug with his mother and headed for the bathroom.

“You're just like that Tar, I know if you're holding back tears, you can lie with everyone but not with Mom. Your chest goes up and down as if you are holding back the tightness in the chest”. Mother said in her heart by staring at the back of the child who went to the bathroom.

While in the bathroom Dance, back to crying as much as she could. He smothered his mouth with fingers so that he could not hear the sound of his sobs. It seemed like a wrong decision he had taken by going home to his mother.

“Yes Allah strengthen me, I do not want you to feel what I am feeling right now”. He groaned in his heart with a whim. He repeatedly washed his face with water to shed the un invited clear grains.

“Assalamualaikum”. The sound of greetings from outside the house sounded so loud.