The Thorn in the Family

Meaning of Friend

It's been two days, since the Roses lived there. Randi still faithfully locked himself in the room. He refused to go out of the room, even if it was just eating and meeting the Rose. He was truly like an undead, completely devoid of spirit. The handle was gone, the pearl as the Shield within him was gone, as if it was no longer useful to live. His soul was completely helpless.

Randi also did not go to work, he left all the responsibilities just like that. Roses were almost desperate, she had already lost the way to melt her husband's heart. All kinds of ways he has done to attract the attention of Randi, but again - again Rose had to swallow disappointed, Randi really can not turn away from his first wife.

Ms. Srining, the more worried about the situation. He really could not bear the condition of Randi at this time. He also did not know what to do to help Randi. In fact, the rice has become porridge, sometimes a bit of regret for the one-sided decision he took, flashed across his head when he saw the son slumped helplessly.

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Dance Bread Shop.

The boisterous sound of birds chirping began to be heard, those chirps were soothing for the wavering soul. The smell of dew in the grass was already smelled, from behind the small window in his room, he could see if the sun had appeared. The anxiety that hit Tari, making him not have a regular sleep schedule, lately, he often fell asleep after dawn and will be awake all night.

Dari saw the little boy next to her, he was still sleeping very fast, making him unable to wake her up.

Dance stepped her feet out of the room, apparently outside has a lot of activities that are done. He came to some employees who were in charge of making cakes, and greeted them. A few days of living apart with Randi a little bit much makes his heart a lot better. Although it cannot be denied, when the night comes will be a long day for Dance.

The cold of the night seemed to bring back his memory to the figure of Randi Yulidar, a man who had been a part of his life for six years. Sometimes he smiled wryly when he remembered the betrayal they had done.

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“Bu Dance, there are guests who want to meet”. Said one of the waiters who came to spread my daydream in the middle of the bustle of people making cakes that morning.

“Who?”, his forehead wrinkled, his heart pounding in fear that came was Randi or his family. Although it can not be denied sometimes hope the presence of her husband is still there.

“Female Mom, it looks like Bu Tari's friend, but I forgot her name”.

All right tell him to come in”.

That morning, Fitri came to visit the bakery, after Arsya had improved his condition. Fitri returned to meet his best friend, he wanted to provide support for everything that had happened to his best friend.

“You who are patient yes Tar, I am sure you are strong with all this”.Fitri said by patting the back of his best friend.

“I did not expect, it turns out you guys already know everything, everyone compact fooled me all-out”, he replied softly, saying, truly the heart of Dance still hurts from the betrayal and lies that have been done by the people around her.

“I have to believe in who else now?”, eyes gaze Dance empty, her back leaning on a chair made of round shaped wood. The fingers clashed with each other to form small squeezes.

“It's not like that Tar, I don't want to trick you at all, I want to tell you. Really!, I was also very angry at Masa Randi and Bude, when I found out the facts. I assume you are like my own brother. We've known each other since childhood. But what right do I have to tell you?. I'm nobody in a kalia household, it's also not my capacity to explain”. Fitri said slowly, his chest also hurt to feel the suffering of his best friend.

Now Tari leaning back, he sat down but almost fell down. He sighed heavily, because what Fitri said was true.

"Would I be wrong if I wished all this was just a Fit nightmare, yet why was everything involved for real. Or is this really happening to me? sick, really Fit"

Fitri's hands stretched out to hug his best friend, now two women of one age are crying together, lamenting all the despair that exists.

“Once again forgive me Tar, for everything that already exists. I'm sorry for introducing you to Mas Randi”. It was Fitri who gave way to his happiness by meeting with Randi, but Randi also who had forcibly snatched away his happiness.

“I don't know what Fit should do? Everything just happens, Mas Randi the person I trust the most, in fact able to lie”.

“Whatever decision you will take I will slalu support you Tar”.

“For now, my decision is still the same, I am reluctant to share. I'm reluctant to be honeyed, I'll back off from this Fit story. Please help me to get out of this problem”.

“I just want to be the only Queen in my palace Fit”.

Fitri nodded his head, not daring to advise himself to stay with Randi, after what happened between them.

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Randi's House.

That morning the family had gathered for breakfast, now the position of the Dance seat was replaced by the Rose. Ms. Srining, Mr. Nario and also Roses are getting ready for breakfast together. They are no longer waiting for Randi to have breakfast.

The rose had already grabbed the plate in front of him, it began to fill up with rice and vegetables. His hands clashed together to hold a spoon and fork. There was no meaningful chatter on the dining table, only the clinking of spoons and plates touching each other filled the silence of breakfast. Occasionally Bu Srining, reminiscent of Roses, to add vegetables and multiply drinking water in accordance with the doctor's advice.

Mr. Nario, just keep quiet to pay attention to the interaction. His heart also feels heavy to take off the Dance from his family, can not be denied the presence of Dance in the exit is able to give a different color.

Sometimes he looked at the Rose and her distended stomach, for some reason his heart was not touched by the charm of the Rose, but what power Mr. Nario himself could not if it had to defy the will of Ms. Srining.

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‘There is something I want to talk about!”, one sentence that can stop all activities at the dinner table. All were flabbergasted, when Randi stood next to his mother's seat.

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