The Thorn in the Family

Plan into Action

Rang....

The vibration of the mobile phone on the table disperse Randi's daydream. He woke up from the sinking of memories, for a moment his hand grabbed the flat object. His forehead shriveled when he found a foreign number that entered. Then he put his phone back.

Randi ignored the call. And re-enjoicing in the sea of memories of the past. His head rested on the frame, his mind wandered to imagine when leaning on his wife's shoulder.

Rang....

Randi gave a quick glance back, the same number. “Ah why insurance sales should offer products night-night like this”.

He continued his daydreams, occasionally lit a cigarette and sucked it deeply, enjoying every shiver of pain there.

Rang...

Randi began to get upset, when his daydream was disturbed by the same foreign number. He grabbed his phone and shifted the green emblem that was plastered on top of his phone screen.

“Assalamualaikum, the voice of a man who greeted him quite kindly in sana”.

“Waalaikumsalam”. The answer is doubtful, what is insurance sales but why the sound is not good his hiss in the heart.

“Ran, do not turn off this first Pakde Dar”.

Randi jumped in shock, he got up from his seat for a moment, hoping that his Pakdenya would bring kindness and a little enlightenment to his relationship with Dance, even though he knew it was very difficult.

“Iya Pakde, sorry just got the call. What's the matter, Pakde? Does Pakde know where Bethari” is.

Shut up for a moment, only the sound of the typical night animals of the village are interconnected. Pakde paused his words, there was doubt in his heart when he would interfere in the affairs of his nephew's household.

“Ah of course Bude knows Ran, we are his brother”. Bude forcibly took her husband's cell phone, she was furious because Pakde Dar never opened his voice.

“True?”, the look on Randi's face changed instantly, from a wry look, to a warm smile.

“Iya Ran”.

“What can Bude tell me, where Bethari lives today?”, he asked with passion.

“But for now Bude can not tell Ran, where he lives, for a while let Tari, rearrange the pieces of his heart that has been destroyed”. Hiks Bude was crying.

“But Bude, I want to meet him before the final hearing of the court decision. I hope to fix it all”. Randi welcomes, he hopes his Budenya will be pity.

“Looks like it won't change Dance's decision, for now Ran, let her plant it first. Later if the Rose has given birth, you can divorce her, and reassure Tari, to be able to live with you”. Surely Bude Murni would not be willing to lose Randi, as the nephew of his son-in-law.

There was the sound of heavy breathing at the end of the call.

“Lantas Bude I have to how?”.

“Ran in fact, Dance's life is currently very concerned, she lives in deprivation, even to eat alone is difficult. You also know for yourself if Dance, does not work anymore after you were married first. For that..”. Bude paused his speech for a moment.

Randi took a deep breath, his heart was sliced when he heard the difficulty of the woman he loved’i all this time.

“Lantas Bude”.

“You better send money for the cost of his life with Risma Ran, what a pity for his life. You can leave that money to Bude first. Dari will refuse if you give him directly, but if bude who gives, chances are he will receive it”. He said very smoothly, the corner of his lips lifted up, he was sure as sure as sure if Randi would give him money.

“Bok Bude, I ask you to give my wife Dance money, I don't want her to live in misery. Bude, please send me his account number. I'll send the money” soon. Terang Randi confidently.

Meanwhile over there, pure Bude was holding tama, one of his hands holding his stomach tightly. “Ah turned out to be this easy to find money, just sell the name of the nephew. His fizz in his heart with a radiance of happiness on his face.

While Pakde Dar, he began to doubt the decision he took, he was afraid that one day all would backfire for their lives.

“Ran already yes, hunted send money”. He said it very clearly.

Tut.tut..tut.the call ends without greeting.

A few minutes later, his phone shook. One incoming message from Pure Bude sent an account number, he immediately replied and transferred some money to Pure Bude.

At this time Rose was in front of the door of her husband's room, she was pacing back and forth many times. His heart hesitated to knock on that door. But she also wants to be like a pregnant woman in general.

His hand was raised with his body already facing towards the door, about to knock on the door. But he pushed back.

Rose closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath, she was trying to gather all her courage.

“A rose is there son? Why are you pacing back and forth there?”, said Ms Srining when she saw her daughter-in-law standing in her son's room.

“Ma, today I have a schedule of USG checks, I would like Mas Randi to accompany. I want to feel like a woman in general. I want Mas Randi to see his son”. His face was clear, expecting a dozen words from his father-in-law.

Ms. Srining closed her eyes for a moment. His hand was stretched out to knock on the door.

“Ran, out there briefly nak”.

“Ran...”.

Ceklek door open, Randi came out with a vija that looks like an untrue divorce.

“Ran, Mama asks for help, deliver Roses to check the content. Don't you want to see your son”. Tell it to the child.

Randi was silent for a while, then he looked at the belly of the Rose that looked bloated behind the pink negligee he was wearing.

Suddenly the atmosphere became tense, afraid to wait for the answer that came out of Randi's mouth.

Three minutes...

Four minutes...

Five minutes...

There was no movement and no answer at all, all of them were silent at the door with their own thoughts.

“Ran? So how can you deliver no? It just so happened that Mama was having an event outside today. Consider it part of your responsibility to be a FATHER!. said Ms. Srining full of emphasis and left the couple.

“Baiklah”. Answer's short.

The short answer however can make the heart of Maar Mawangi rustle with a happy smile.

Now the two were on their way to the hospital, there was no chatter all the way. They were reluctant to talk to each other.

Suka Maju Village.

After delivering doughnuts to the house of Ms. RT. Dance walked with gontai, she was heard by one of her neighbors who suspected that she was pregnant. His heart brushed it all off, but it could not be denied there was a sense of hope there.

She gently stroked her queen's stomach while walking “Where might I be pregnant, didn't I say barren?”, his his hiss in heart.

“But what if I am pregnant? What should I do?”. Dance keeps in mind the last time she got her mens.