I'm The One You Throw Out

The Bad Is Not Always Bad

"Geez-uhuk!"

"Nai, where are you from? Who's buying it?" lita asked as she received a packet of medicine from Naina's hand.

"That's from the big brother of the cake shopkeeper, Mom. He said Nai had to go there every month, they love this too. He said, this is sustenance for Nai. Make school, Nai want school, ma'am." Naina, the little girl always looks happy every time she sees the school boy's motorcade.

There is a deep desire to set foot in that place. When's? He never knew.

Lita received the money from Naina's hands, the amount is quite a lot. Maybe like a few months of money he got from the results of the laundry workers.

"It's a lot, Nai. You're sure it's Brother who loves you, not the misty?" ask Lita not to believe it.

Naina shook her head, to beg she wouldn't let alone have to steal? There was nothing in his little brain.

"Really, Mom. I am not afraid, said the mistress is sinful and the parent is guilty of sin. Nai does not want Mother to bear the sin," he replied while bowed.

Lita's tears, a child as small as Naina knows that stealing is a sin, but what has she done? He is a thief, he steals the happiness of other women, steals the husband of his own best friend. He's a thief, stealing other people's lives.

Hit his heart, like being stabbed by thousands of paints. Throbbing pain, reminded of the sin that never ceases to haunt. Oh, is he really scared now? That sin will be a burden in the course of his life towards the Hereafter.

Naina's small body is drawn, hoping to even force God not to make the child like her. Enough to get to him, not to his son. I don't know which male seed grew into Naina?

It was definitely his declining nature in the little girl. He squid his son's crown full of love and regret. He had to grow up to be a good and useful child despite being born from such a dirty woman.

"Thank you, baby. Thank you for caring for Mom," said Lita, overwhelmed with a sense of worthlessness.

The mother who heard their conversation, smiled proudly at her granddaughter. Although Naina is not her biological granddaughter, but she does not consider her anyone else. Naina is his granddaughter, and will remain his granddaughter.

"Mom, take Grandma for treatment. Nai wants Grandma to heal like she's healed again," Pinta Naina pleads with Lita.

The woman nodded, in order to make amends to Zafran for betraying their marriage, she would take good care of Mom. After the man knew all his sins, would he be cast out and divorced? He'll take everything.

The money was saved Lita very carefully, she painstakingly put away her hobby that likes to buy this and that. Promise himself not to use Naina's money. It was his, for his future.

"Mom, said the shopkeeper's brother, there will be an event at the cake shop. Nai was asked to come there," Naina said with a smile.

"Oh yeah? When's show?" ask Lita enthusiastically.

"Nai did not know, later the brother told me that it was already time," he said to convey what cake shopkeeper Seira said.

Lita nodded, holding Naina's small body towards the back of the house to bathe. He had just returned from a rich man's house to be a laundry worker for a small fee.

Lita smiled as she rubbed Naina's body with soap, the boy always did. Every time he left, his body was dirty, I don't know what he was doing. He was willing to play.

"Yes, it's okay, but don't be naughty, yeah. Don't bother Mom, just look at it, "remember Lita who was taken in by him.

*****

While there, in a place far from the crowds of the world. Only the same faces could be seen. Zafran sat pensively in the corner, thinking about the fate of his family at home. Who meets their needs?

Remembering the pictures given by Mala at that time, all bad thoughts milling around disturbing. Makes it unpleasant to eat and unable to sleep.

"Ah, astaghfirullah. Why would this bad thought not go away, O God," he lamented as he squeezed his own hair.

The shadow of the sins of the past has always been a terrible scourge in his life. Who Lita is and how her life used to be, she knows. It does not rule out the possibility that he will return to the way he was in order to still enjoy life.

"Why, Bro?" reprimand one of the colleagues while patting Zafran on the back, while sitting next to him.

The man nodded, not knowing what to say? To be sure, it was all about his dark past. Betraying a faithful wife for a woman who claims to be pregnant with her child. It was really sad, his mind just laughed at him.

"Don't think too much, everyone has their own sustenance. Do not worry, do not worry, just do not worry about Allah asking for forgiveness and asking for the sustenance of your child and wife at home, Zafran. Don't let the devil keep flirting until you lose faith and end up worrying."

He sighed before continuing, "I'm not a good person either because if I'm a good person it wouldn't be possible to be here. We're both looking for a way back, don't let the devil tempt you." He patted Zafran's shoulder.

Giving his partner the spirit and strength to keep thinking clearly and positively. Zafran gasped, digesting every utterance that came out of the mouth of the man whose entire body was filled with the tattoo.

Another colleague said, many innocent lives died at his hands. He would gladly kill if the pay was worth it. No one wants to accept her presence, no one wants to be close friends with her. Perhaps only Zafran was the one he spoke to often.

However, believe me, the eyes of Zafran's own head that witnessed him were the only person in the cell that prostrated him the longest while praying. Nothing is impossible in this world if we believe and believe.

"You know, they say whatever prayer I pray, as long as I bow down, God will not forgive me, but I am still convinced that Allah is Forgiving. That's what He says in the Bible. So, I won't give up, Zafran. Sure that Allah is in a servant who surrenders to HIM."

He ended the speech by lying on the floor. The darkness of the night had long picked up the sun, but the man could not be completely shut down. His heart was sullen, anxious and restless. Many negative whispers that make his head buzzing.

Zafran looked at his partner meaningfully, the large tall body was not necessary to wear clothes because his entire skin had been carved into various kinds of images. However, what he said earlier was enough to ignite the lantern of Zafran's belief that was almost extinguished.

Didn't a scholar say, "Take anything good even out of the mouth of an animal."

Zafran understood that not everything that looks bad is always bad, and that which looks good is always good. So the saying goes, do not judge a book by its volume alone.