The Thorn in the Family

Mother And Son

"Thank you Ma, for everything Mama gave me" said Randi, he looked at the woman he loved so bitterly. He really did not know his own mother. Forcing women of will in the name of family favor. The slap wound was not too painful, it was precisely the wound due to the treatment of his mother that made his heart gap"

“Randi!!! How long will you be rude to the rose? did you forget she was your wife too"

“Mama does not require you to love Roses, but at least you treat Roses well like you treat Tari”.

“From now on and until whenever the Rose of Mama's daughter-in-law, and the grandchildren of Mama, will stay here, Bethari will never return here either. The intonation of Bu Srining's tone, high, his eyes glared perfectly.

Randi just smiled wryly at the words of Mother, who had given birth to him.

“Learn to accept the presence of the Rose, love her, be a good husband to her and a good father to your son”. Ms. Srining spoke again, with a sharp look in her eyes.

“I'm not a good husband, nor am I a good son to mama. Mama knows about it, I can't and please don't force me. I don't care anymore about the Rose I really can't and don't force to keep obeying Mama's every command"

“Randi!!! watch what you say. Do you want to be a bad boy to your mother? Heh!!!”.

“So this is how you repay service to the one who has raised with all his love and affection, with all the material sufficiency that exists. The one who has given you life!!!. Shouted Bu Srining quite loudly.

“True, Mama is indeed the one who has given me life in this world, but don't forget Mama, also who has ruined my current life”. Reply to Randi coldly.

“Randi!!”.

“Mama never taught you to say rude. Mama never asks you anything, Mama just wants you to be filial to Mama!!!”. The force returned with completely flushed eyes glaring perfectly, as if it was about to come out of its hole.

“Alright, if by marrying the Rose is as a form of my devotion to Mama I will do, if by divorcing Tari is a form of love and devotion that Mama hopes then I will do, if by divorcing Tari is a form of love and devotion that Mama hopes then I will do, like Mama's hope. So how is Mama happy now?, having a child who is very devoted to her parents?. May Mama be happy, because I really love and respect Mama”.

“Whatever I will do, whatever I will sacrifice as long as my Mama, Ms Srining, can achieve her happiness for what she wants!!!”.

Hiss Randi withholding all the rumbling feeling in the chest, he seemed to lose the way to do good to his parents, right Randi was already upset with the situation.

Now Randi went by, walking away from the garden of his house, without looking at the two women in front of him.

The rose wept, seeing the quarrel between Mother and child that was plastered real right in front of her. His heart also felt tightness, his presence should bring happiness in this family, not bring disaster like today.

“Ma, I'm afraid”, his sizzle withered with one hand holding the hand of Bu Srining.

“Already, don't think about it. Randi is actually a good boy, I'm sure it's only temporary. He will definitely change over time" replied Ms Srining, trying to calm down.

“How about Mas Randi, still do not accept my presence Ma?”.

“Stay here until anytime, you are his rightful wife Randi, try harder to shed her heart”.

“Ma as good as Mbak Tari in this estuary? What if mbk Tari can give the child to mas Randi, Mama will return to receive it here?”. The rose lowered her head, her heart pounding, waiting for an answer from her in-laws.

“Actually Dance, good boy. He is good in everything, he is also sholeha. Dance so respectful to me and her Papa Randi, she also loves Randi very much, I am also sad to lose her, but unfortunately she is barren can not have children”. Ms. Srining paused her speech.

“Then Ma”,

“In living in this world there must be a sacrifice and a sacrifice of Roses, perhaps the best time for Dance and Randi is like this. Maybe their soul mate just got here”.

“Already, do not think we should eat first. Poor grandson Mama who is here”. The hand of Ms. Srining, outstretched touching the belly of the rose, which was behind the Marun red negligence.

Dengg.

One small kick came from the belly of the Rose, to make Bu Srining's hand shake.

“Masayallah, grandson”.

“Look at her move, she greeted her grandmother”, instantly the dim face of Ms. Srining, turned cheerful, as if there was a rainbow after the rain.

Even so, the corner of his lips lifted to form an upward curve. Instantly his heart warmed a little, although it could not be denied he was so frightened by all the possibilities that occurred.

Still in the same house, Randi entered the room, slamming the door hard enough, so that his voice could be heard downstairs. He pulled the sheets and blankets in his room. Ruffled the contents of that room. Looking for everything related to his wife, he looked for the remains of the smell left behind by Tari.

Even Randi, does not allow ART in his house to wash the last clothes used by Tari while there. He took the Dance Bag, clutching it with a circle of tears. Gently kiss the remnants of the clothes, as if he were kissing his wife.

 “Yes Allah why do you predestine my love story and Dance, only to get here?, O God, you know, I never intended to hurt her, I never intended to, but why would you take my most precious treasure in this world”. He came back with a whimper.

Since Tari's departure from home, Randi no longer works in the office. He left the office without any notice. He takes responsibility for granted. His fragile heart made his body unable to do anything.

“Look at you Roses, until when will you survive this marriage, if I have nothing, will you be willing to remain my wife”. His his hiss returned, remembering every word that came from the mouth of the Rose and her Mother.

Mr. Nario, back through the hallway of his son's room, he looked at the nanar Randi, who was being crushed helplessly. Regret came back to him, he felt he had become a failure, in carrying out his duties as the head of the family.

He was silent behind the door of his son's room, not daring to approach or give encouragement. Whether he realized it or not, he contributed to the destruction of his son's household.