I'm The One You Throw Out

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As time went on, baby Fathiya was forty days old. As agreed, thanksgiving was held in Seira's cake shop while sharing sustenance to those who were less able.

Rather than throwing a party that wastes money, Seira prefers a simple event by inviting orphans and street children. He hopes that what he gets in life, will get the blessing of the Power.

A flurry has been seen since three days ago, Fatih's relatives gathered to take part in the event. There even looks Mang Udin and his small family. Also Rani and her mother who became the busiest people in preparing everything.

Seira was grateful, there were many people who cared for her after the long suffering she had endured. No one allowed him to do the work, especially the wife of Jago. He looks like he can participate in the event.

"Udah, Ma'am, don't be tired. Rest first, here sit with me," reprimanded Seira pulled Jago's wife's hand as it passed before her.

He felt sorry for the woman, his body was covered in sweat, but his spirit continued to burn.

"It's okay, Mom. Here, want to put this forward," he replied while showing the signboard he carried.

Seira took the object and went looking for someone. He saw Rayan emerge from the kitchen and was about to move forward.

"Yes! Here!"

The young man approached, being polite in front of the employer. Seira hands the object over to him and invites Jago's wife to sit with him. There is Rani in there who is playing with Rayan, while Fathia is asleep in the box accompanied by Mother.

"Bak here I don't hire, so don't be too busy. There are a lot of people here, not just Ma'am," Seira said, inviting the woman to sit down with her.

Although awkward and unpleasant, over time because of Seira's friendly attitude he was no longer awkward.

*****

The event began with the dzuhur, the joint study of an ustadz, a common prayer for the good of Fathiya. There, among the children, was tucked away a little girl in her slightly shabby clothes.

He looked cheerful, as long as he prayed his hand continued to look up to the sky, both eyes closed, looking solemnly guaranteeing the prayer that was chanted the ustadz.

Unknowingly, Seira smiled. That face was not similar to Zafran, nor to Lita. A little awkwardness can be seen from there, but Seira does not want to guess. She looks healthier than when Seira first saw her at the restaurant.

"Darling! Why smile for yourself?" tegur Fatih jerks Seira's daydreams and distracts her.

"No, really, Mom. Just look at the children gathered together like this," he replied with a smile.

Jago's wife who heard, followed the direction Seira saw. He frowned when he found Naina in the middle of the children.

"Why is that kid here?" tanyanya muttered.

Seira who heard glancing towards him, the woman sat right behind, with Biya and the two little children.

"Who, Ma'am?" Seira asked a little whisper.

"That, Mom. The child is not clear, you know. Why is he here?" the blinds aren't happy.

Seira frowned, understanding what Jago's wife meant was Naina.

"Who knows whose child it is?" Seira fishing.

Seira was stunned to hear that statement, what did the phrase 'bin rame-rame' mean'?

He no longer spoke, his heart and mind were busy digesting the sentence. Look for the meaning that is there. Seira's breathing stopped as she understood the meaning of the sentence.

So my guess is correct, if the child Lita conceived is not the boy. How sorry you are, Zafran. I want a child, but not my own. Don't expect you to take Rayan away from me. Until I die, I don't want you to call my son.

It is appropriate that he helped the child, it feels relieved when he got the certainty that it is not the seed of Zafran.

How's Zafran's mom doing, huh? In the past, she wanted to have a grandchild. Now if I knew she wasn't his granddaughter.

Seira's heart continued to murmur, remembering the old woman who had the heart to throw him away even saying he was barren and useless. Seira did not hate Naina at all even though the boy's parents had done evil to her.

The event continued with the congregational ashar prayer at the place that has been provided. Inimami ustadz earlier, everyone worshiped solemnly. Once again Seira noticed Naina, the girl was different from the others. Too conspicuous, the ruku he wore was dull even no longer white.

What is their life like now? What is true that Jago said at that time that they lived in a slum.

He asked an employee to buy a child's rug and gave it specifically to Naina. Complete with a book in it.

****

While on the road, a woman was pushing a wheelchair with haste. His sweaty face seemed eager to arrive at his destination soon, Seira's cake shop.

"I can't wait to see who owns the store, Naina said today that the store is there. Why is she so nice to Naina?" said Lita with her breath stinged.

Occasionally will cough when his breath feels tight. He paused for a moment to take some air, and continued walking after feeling enough.

The distance from his house to the cake shop is quite far if taken on foot. It occurred to me, for what did Naina play that far? What he did so he could meet the good people at the cake shop.

The mother in the wheelchair couldn't wait to see the good guy. His lips twitched to smile, but not strong enough because the whole muscle was stiff.

They arrived with Lita's intermittent breathing. In the past, they also became customers in the store when Zafran business was still victorious, but not as tired as it is today. Obviously because they used to travel by car.

"Still studying, Mom. Everyone in the kayaknya," said Lita while sitting on a roadside bench right in front of the store.

They wanted to see the shopkeeper as well as wait for Naina to come home. Mom looked uneasy, somehow she felt close to someone. Who is this figure that he does not know, but feels close to? His heart was pounding, waiting impatiently.

The eyes of the two bought when the figure they once despised came out of the building while holding a baby with a handsome boy and also a small child. It was Seira and her husband. The heart asks and guesses.

"Don't ...."

Their gazes clashed as Seira looked towards the direction where they were sitting, the woman smiled kindly while nodding to show the people who used to insult her that she was fine even better than when she was with Zafran first.

So, this store has Sei, but what does it mean that he is not Naina?

Mother's tears shed to see the daughter-in-law whom she once despised and considered barren, now happy even there are two children by her side.

My grandchildren.