The Thorn in the Family

Three Men were injured

The night is getting late, but he will never be completely silent, for those who are being separated. Like tonight, the sky was crying so heavily. Thunder rumbled against each other, as if accompanying a silent piece of heart. The clock has shown at one night, but Tari can not close her eyes.

Every time he tried to close his eyes, then as bright as the shadows of the faces of Randi and Roses, who were mixing love so real in his mind. He will come back crying. His chest felt so tight when remembering the reality that existed. Sometimes Dari still hopes this is all just a dream. To make him want to wake up from that dream.

Dari glanced at Risma, who was now sleeping quite soundly. A fine snoring began to sound, he gently stroked Risma's hair and face. Kharisma Nur Laila, thank you your presence brings light to Mother who is lost in darkness like this.

Ah it's all just a joke, they purposely performed quite epicly in front of me. Dance again gently rubbed the wet corner of her eyes.

Now the hand of the outstretched Dance hugged the child gently, trying to find calm there. His lips ceaselessly glorified upon the Creator invoking a strength from Him.

He tried to close his eyes several times, hoping that the night could provide calm for a boisterous heart.

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Meanwhile, still in the same world, now Randi is curled up on his bed. If usually the room is a favorite place to unwind for him, but not now. The room was cold as if there was no life there.

He tried to close his eyes many times, but unfortunately his eyes were reluctant to be closed. The more he tried, the shadow of the face of Tari who was crying because his actions were plastered perfectly on his memory.

Frustrated, Randi grabbed her hair violently. He no longer found peace in his room.

Randi's hand stretched out, grabbing the pillow next to her. Now he hugged the pillow, the pillow that still left the fragrant of his wife, he inhaled deeply the pillow, imagining as if he was hugging Dance.

O God I love him so much, I know I have neglected to be a bad husband for him, for that O God I accept whatever punishment you give me. But one O God do not separate me from her, the woman I love so much.

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Hospitals.

Five days the Rose was treated in the hospital, just like the nights before. The night will be cold and dark. There was no husband she loved by her side, no relatives who accompanied her.

He spent the night huddled on a hospital bed, hugging his pregnant son. He groaned withstanding the turmoil of the heart that was so sick. His eyes were hard to shut and he was carrying a huge burden.

Several times he tried to fall asleep, but the shadow of Randi's crying face, when Tari knew everything about the truth that was so writhing without permission in his memory. Randi who loves his first wife and Randi who is so indifferent to his second wife.

The rose chose to rise from its bed, gazing at the star-studded sky, its twinkling light as if giving a hint of tranquility to it. But still his heart and soul were so torn apart to be in this kind of position.

He grabbed the flat object that was on his room table. Roses started to turn on the TV, many times he tried to replace the existing chanel. But no show can take his mind off this problem. He was tired and let the television show change according to his will.

Occasionally Rose glanced at the phone in her grasp, hoping Randi would contact her. But unfortunately he must again swallow disappointed, let alone incoming messages or calls. Wa who had been sent from a few days ago just did not open it.

Like Dari and Randi, Roses also feel depressed with the existing circumstances. His love for Randi is willing to make him do anything to be able to live together with the idol of the heart.

Randi who loves Dance so much, willing to do anything including hiding the facts, and Roses who love Randi willing to be second throughout his life.

Such are the three men who are faced in complicated conditions, drowning in wounds because of a feeling that is above the name of love.

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The next day, Randi was still faithful to lock himself in the room. He refused to leave his room. Randi is alive but his soul is dead. Now he is like a piece of flesh without life. Several times Ms. Srining came knocking on her bedroom door, but unfortunately she did not budge. Refusal to open a room or simply answer questions.

“Ran, let's get up first, Mama has prepared breakfast for you”. Bu Srining's hand was stretched out many times knocking on her son's bedroom door.

Ms. Srining was so worried about Randi's situation, she walked back and forth in front of Randi's room, wanting to make sure nothing bad happened to her son.

“Ran, open the door of his room son, Mama wants to treat your wounds!”, exclaimed Bu Srining by banging on his door again.

Quiescent.

Randi refused to answer. He chose to quietly look at the ceiling of his room with a blank and languishing gaze, his hands gently hugging the Dance pillow.

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Hospitals.

By ten in the morning, Ms. Srining was leaving for the hospital, she was about to pick up the Rose and bring her home. With the hope that Ms. Srining can control the condition of both her son and daughter-in-law.

“Is Mas Randi okay Ma?, did he come to pick me up this morning?’, Roses gazing towards the entrance, hoping that Randi's figure would appear behind the door.

“Sorry baby, Randi is not feeling well, son. A few days ago Ipul, his sister Tari came to the house, he was angry and hit Randi to battered”, replied Bu Srining by starting to tidy up the items that will be carried by the pulan.

“Hah? How could Ma Ipul do that?”.

Ms. Srining did not answer, preferring to shake her head instead.

“Mawar, from now on you come home to Mama's house just son, so Mama is easier to monitor your condition”. Ms. Srining is still busy tidying up Rose's belongings in the hospital drawer.

The eyes of the Rose sparkled when they heard the sentence that had just been spoken by her in-laws. From now on she will live with her husband, will be the only queen in Randi's palace.

He did not reply with a word, only a small nod and a perfect smile emanated on his face.

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