The Thorn in the Family

The Day After His Passage

One week later, the world still rotates on its axis, it never stops turning, even though the hearts of its inhabitants are not fine. To entertain her son who for a few days just stay at home, Ms. Marni invites her son to make a variety of wet cakes and traditional drinks.

The choice of wet cakes falls on pastels and potato doughnuts. Dari did not reject his mother's invitation at all, he realized that life in the world could not be stopped even though the heart was torn. He must continue to look to the future for the sake of Risma adopted child and also Miss Marni Mother. The two people who were now in the spirit and footstool to remain could stand.

“Tar, this Mom has bought all the equipment to make donuts and pastels, you think today we will make a cake first?”. Ask Mom, by putting two large plastic bags, containing cake supplies.

“I want a doughnut, a round donut and lots of chocolate, like the one in the store Bunda”. Babe Risma, answering her grandmother's question with a typical child's laughable voice.

Dance smiled gently, one hand outstretched stroking the princess's hair.

“Risma wants to eat donuts?”, he asked by bending his body, approaching the child.

“Yes, I want a very soft chocolate topping donut, hem yummy”, his tongue out wiping his lips, Risma as if imagining enjoying a delicious chocolate donut.

Dance and Mother, smiling together see Risma's behavior is quite entertaining.

Now the hands of Tari began to fight again to make a doughnut trial, as he had done in the early days of the business. If his bakery more make bread with premium quality, and target market share middle to upper.

Currently, he has to re-create a new recipe at a more economical price, but still have a delicious taste. If Allah wills, Tari wants to sell again here.

Hand Dance, already mixed with flour and potato dough, mix it into one, in a large enough container, stirring until the dough is salty. Then print them in medium and small circles. Dance rest the dough for two hours, to make the dough expand.

Marni's mother, already preparing to heat the oil in a medium-sized skillet, prepared to fry the doughnut. Do not forget Dance, making holes in the middle as a characteristic of donut cake.

“I love topping ya Bun”. Risma opened some of the toppings that had been bought by Ms. Marni, put them on the plate.

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Surabaya

Roses arrived at Randi, asking to move from the guest room to Risma's room, which was right next to Randi's room. Being in the same house, but the distance of the room is very far for the title of husband and wife of course very painful.

But unfortunately, Randi firmly refused to do so. He also did not allow the rose to stay in his room. Roses are like transparent creatures in that house. Her presence is there but not seen at all by her husband.

More than that, Randi did not even invite her to talk. He will pass through the Roses just like that when they have to be within the closest distance or accidentally cross paths.

Randi had completely left his job at the office. He decided to resign after several warnings from his superiors. Randi did not want to trouble his colleagues, so he chose to step back and set his heart.

Rumors of his marriage to the Rose have begun to smell among laundry employees, not infrequently of them many who sneer and blaspheme the Rose, as the third person in their marriage. But Rose was undaunted, she stood on her feet firmly, waltzing with confidence, wanting to show the universe that she was the winner in this fairy tale.

Sore itu, saat Randi masih berada di laundry untuk mengecek beberapa hal yang ada di sana, rupanya perpisahannya dengan Tari, membawa dampak yang besar bagi usahanya. Beberapa pelanggan setianya banyak yang menghilang sejak mengetahui kabar tentang pernikahan Randi dan Mawar.

Several times he felt a vibration in his pants pocket, his hand outstretched reaching for the phone. One name was listed there, which was enough to make his heart throb pain.

Sure enough, Randi just got word from his lawyer, if his divorce trial will only last for two times, considering there is nothing to take care of and fight back. That means, only one more trial Randi and Tari will officially divorce.

Randi exhaled violently, he sat leaning back in his chair. Tired and uninspired suddenly came whack after receiving the news. His mind returned unfocused and confused, he decided to finish his job and intend to return home.

The day before the magrib, when Randi arrived home, he quickly stepped inside to clean himself up and prepared to leave after this. Randi wants to have dinner and hang out with his friends, to reduce his stress level because every time he sees the people in this house, it will only make him more stressed and depressed.

In the Rose kitchen with Ms. Srining, already preparing to cook dinner. Today the rose cooks a sweet sour gourami, which is said to be her husband's favorite food. Roses cook with love and affection. He arranged all the dishes on the serving plate and put it on the dining table.

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Five minutes later.

Randi had already descended from the stairs towards the first floor, he glanced at the activity in the dining room. Realizing that her husband was watching her, Roses ventured to approach her husband and touched his arm again.

“Mas, I've cooked your favorite food, see there's sweet sour gourami”. Rose hands, outstretched pointing at the dish that was on the table.

“I don't eat, I'll eat outside!”. Answer with cynicism.

“But Mas, I've cooked a lot for my husband tonight”.

“Cih husband, I'll never think of you as my wife!”. Randi's hiss, and just waltzing, ignored the Rose that was still standing there.

“I want to join Mas”. He shouted out loudly, making Bu Srining turn towards them.

“What right do you have to walk beside me!”. The reaffirmation, as if to clarify his existence as just a wife who is not considered.