The Thorn in the Family

Overlooked

Like the early morning Rose, would wake up and prepare food for her husband. Although all the dishes cooked by the Rose, none of them were touched by Randi, as long as they lived the household.

Since the departure of Tari in his palace, Randi prefers to eat outside alone. He avoids interacting with the people in his home. He will leave early in the morning and go home before bedtime. Randi didn't go to work.

Where did Randi spend his days?.

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Randi wandered down the streets of Surabaya and surrounding areas, still trying and hoping to meet his heart.

In Kitchen.

Roses are cooking pepes of catfish, for some reason today he so wants to eat catfish with a mixture of yellow seasoning wrapped in banana leaves. Ms. Srining as a sprightly in-law is of course next to her daughter-in-law to help with cooking.

“Mama, do you know that Mas Randi smokes?’. Ask Roses by cutting catfish into pieces, while Ms. Srining peeled the spices.

“What's smoking? Did Randi smoke again?”. Pekik Bu Srining was shocked, to repeat the question.

“The night I came home, I smelled a cigarette so stinging when he came Ma. Has Mas Randi ever smoked Ma before? Smoking is not good lo Ma, for health especially I am pregnant with her child, the smoke is really a danger to those around her. We can be smoker pasih”. She complained to her mother-in-law.

“Before meeting with Tari, Randi was an active smoker, he could spend almost two packs of cigarettes every day. But the presence of Dance, can change his life better. Randi so more sensitive to health, he can also be completely separated from cigarette”. Said Bu Srining, he stopped for a moment his activity peeling spices. Heavy and long breaths were clearly heard from his body. His hands stretched out massaging his temple.

“I'm so worried about Randi's situation, lately, he's changed a lot. Randi also never again gathered with the family, he slalu left the dinner together. Randi rarely left the room. Even I've forgotten when I last chatted with him”. Ms. Srining leaned her body on the chair, her eyes looking blankly.

Now the Rose comes gently holding her in-laws hand trying to calm down, that all will be well without the presence of Dance in Randi's life.

Ms. Srining tried to smile even though honestly in her deepest heart she was not sure if Randi could accept the presence of the Rose.

*****

Suka Maju Village

Dance home with a different face than before, she looks very cheerful, her smile widens perfectly adorning her beautiful face. One hand holds Risma and another carries a red crackle of groceries containing ingredients to make a cake.

“Bu....”. He shouted as he entered the yard of his rented house.

“Iya nak”, Miss Marni, who was arranging dinner at the time, jumped in shock at the screams of her son. From his tone he seemed to be happy. Just hearing the sound of her son laughing was enough to make her relieved.

“Bu I have good news Bu”. Now he put the red crackle on the table, and let go of his hand with Risma. Dance's hand touched her mother's hand gently. He stared with a sparkling face.

“Bu I can order donuts 100 pcs for Sunday tomorrow”. Dance moves her hands, making a small dance movement which is then followed by Risma.

“Alhamdulilah”. Miss Marni answered by holding her chest. Not about the cake order, but about the happiness of his son. Yes sure enough, Miss Marni, must make her child seem busy so that all her thoughts can be diverted properly.

“See Mom, I've bought all the ingredients, later Mom and Risma help ya to make it”.

“Siap Bu bos”. Answer compact everything.

*****

Since staying at Randi's house, Mawar has no meaningful activities, he spends more time watching Korean drama series and also eating. He actively watched Korean dramas in the hope that his son would have a beautiful or handsome face like Korean stars.

That afternoon he sat in the tv row with, one hand holding tempe chips and one hand holding guava juice. Sometimes he gently stroked his stomach that had stepped on five months.

His hand outstretched reaching for the remote on his front desk, he began to get bored when his favorite Korean drama series was over. The hand is changing the existing Chanel Tv hoping to find a show that he likes.

“You see what the Roses from earlier in the stirring kayak make porridge”, said Bu Srining, when he noticed the Roses repeatedly change TV channels.

“Search for good events Ma, everything is boring”. The answer is short, with hands that are still active to replace the TV channel.

“Ma, gini lunches I really want to eat mango rujak yes, it looks like it will taste good fresh and there is sour-samnya”.

“Alright let's make it for Mama”'s grandchildren.

The rose bowed its head for a moment, as if it was momentarily silent.

“Why? How sad is that?”.

“I want a sour mango, but it must be Mas Randi who makes. I want to eat with him too. This kid misses his Papa Ma”. Rose's face was parched, gently stroking her stomach.

“Ma, please persuade Mas Randi to make mango”, he whines like a child who is asking to buy milk.

“Ma, come on Ma”.

Mrs Srining, still quietly thinking what should she do?. He was silent for a moment and gave no answer, but a few moments later his foot stepped towards the second floor. I wish Randi was at home. He knocked gently on his son's bedroom door.

“Ran, are you inside?”.

“Rami..”.

“Ran, Mama knows you are still at home, come out for a while”.pekiknya back with a soothing tone.

The door is open

“What's Ma?”,

“Ran, your wife Roses and the child in her womb want to eat sour and fresh mango rujak”.

“Ya just buy Ma, that's just kok bosik”. Reply Randi flatly.

“But he wants you to make it”. said Bu Srining lirih, he knows 90% of his children will reject this.

“I can't Ma, just wait let me order for him to run his mango,”.

“But Ran, this is your son who wants to!”.

“I'm not completely sure if it's really my son!”. Randi again closed the door of his room, he quickly grabbed the phone in his pocket to order a mango rut.

Pity also Rose, since her pregnancy from the beginning until now, she was never accompanied by Randi. Even Randi never asked what the Rose wanted. Roses are like being pregnant.