The Thorn in the Family

Ipul's Rage

That afternoon the sky was emitting a beautiful reddish light, stretching widely above the horizon. Dance was still treading the same earth as the others, but her legs felt lost focus, she stepped up with a stagger after losing the place to stand.

He chose to go to his bakery, the only treasure he had after he stopped working. Dari decided to temporarily stay there first and will pick up Risma at Mom's house today as well.

The shopkeepers looked at Dari with a million questions, when they saw the owner they were working with coming in shabby clothes, without a smile etched on his face, also with two large blue suitcases. They looked at each other, but did not dare to ask the master.

“Assalamualaikum”, warm greeting Tari when she just entered her cake shop.

“Wassalamualaikum Bu”, the bakery employee compact answer awkwardly.

“Mbak Sari, please prepare my room here, for the next few days I will stay here. And one more tell all the employees at this bakery, if mas Randi comes looking for me say if I'm not here”, Sari immediately nods her head, if I'm not here, obey every command given by Tari. Without asking he knew if Tari and Randi were not okay, only they all did not know the source of the problem.

Dari sat for a moment sipping a glass of hot chocolate served by his employees, while waiting for his room to be prepared. He hopes by drinking warm chocolate can neutralize the broken heart pieces.

Half an hour later, the store employee said if the room that Tari asked for was ready, he then told Sari to buy him a cell phone.

Now his feet stepped into a simple room with a small bed of medium size, and a bed of light blue decorated with flower paintings. There wasn't much furniture in there, just a set of tables and chairs and a small wardrobe.

“I'll be back in my life first, simple without luxury. Bismillah please strengthen Rab”. His eyes closed while sitting on the edge of the bed, he again inhaled a deep breath, holding his still rumbling chest.

“I have to get up, I have to pick up Risma right now, before I think of the no-no”. This Dance is preparing to go back to her Mother's house, he intended to bring Risma to stay here for a while.

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Two hours away, with a heart that is still broken, Tari again stepped to try to continue life even without a husband that he loves in his side. He went home using a taxi on line because his car had been returned to Randi.

Arriving at home, he was greeted warmly by Ms. Marni, he was still reluctant to ask Dari what happened really, considering the word Risma if Tari and Randi both cried. Dari also came home alone here without a car, all questions are wandering in the head of Ms. Srining.

“Tari, it's already night you should just stay here first. Pity Risma if the nights on Jalan”.

Dance is still silent, she tries to weigh her mother's words that are true, she must not be selfish, there is Risma that must be thought of as well.

“Alright Mom then”.

“Eat first, after that rest”. Mom Smiles and hugs Dance, she won't ask before Dance herself tells her story. Mother's embrace seems to add strength to the body of Dance.

Evening arrived, now Risma was asleep in Miss Marni's room, while Tari was still in the middle room, lit the tv, her eyes blank, her heart completely empty and languishing.

Now Miss Marni ventured to sit next to her, grabbed the black flat object and pressed one of the numbers there to change the channel.

“Ibu”. Dance's voice sounded so raucous and immediately hugged her mother.

“Tell me”, said Ms. Marni calmly and gently stroked the hair of her adult son.

“I'm not papa”, now Tari began to break her embrace with Miss Marni, she tried mediocre, but unfortunately not with her eyes. Her tears just spilled back.

“Stories, there is Mom's shoulder for you to lean on at this time nak”. The back gently.

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The morning came, the soft sound of the chirping of the alternating cayenne was able to give its own keenagan for anyone who stabbed it. Now that Tari has sucked early in the morning to return to Surabaya, he will bring Risma there.

“Mbak let Ipul anatar yes?”, Ipul all there is a need in Surabaya.

Ipul is the only brother of Tari, who has now started to grow up. Ipul grows into a man who has a soothing face, simple yet authoritative. His body is increasingly side by side like an adult male in general.

“No need deck, mbak can be alone”.

“But I need to mbak in Surabaya”, the answer is still mengueyel want to accompany Tari.

“Alright then”. Had no other choice, Dari finally obeyed Ipul's request.

Now the three departed together to Surabaya, not much chatter that occurred throughout the journey, Ipul who was busy holding Risma and Tari who was busy arranging the pieces of his heart that had been crushed.

***

Surabayan.

Two hours passed by the two of them arrived in Surabaya, Tari had no choice but to bring Risma and Ipul to his Bread Shop.

“Mother why we come home here?’, one question that Tari has prepared the answer.

“For a while we stay here yes sanya, our house is on renovation’, replied Tari to her son trying to give understanding,

“Risma eat first yes same mbak Sari there”, Tari pointed towards Sari, who was prepared by carrying a rice plate complete with fish and vegetables.

Meanwhile, the Ipul is still sitting on the sofa where buyers usually eat cakes that are in the most corner of the side of the room.

“Mbak no one wants Ipul to ask?, I hope Mbak Dance is honest all to Ipul. I promise I won't tell Mom if it's the best today”. The sentence of Ipul quickly overshadowed the defense that had long been guard Dance. Her tears fell instantly upon hearing the brother's words.

“Speak mbak”. Ipul's outstretched hand held gently the brother's hand.

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“Bigger! How could Mas Randi do this to mbak Tari!, exclaimed Ipul with passionate emotions, he was very angry and disappointed.