I'm The One You Throw Out

Slowly Understand

Silent. No one spoke between them, all silent, locking their mouths shut. Only the sobbing sound of Bi Sari could be heard softly again. Fatih stood up while propping up her chin, glancing towards Seira who was calming Bi Sari down.

Mang Udin and Jago bear witness to how much the old woman was hardest hit by what Zafran and his family used to do. She was like a mother who could never accept her son being hurt. What they do is inhumane.

He had begged at that time to let Seira stay until she recovered, but with heart and cruelty, none of them were merciful. Then, now come and apologize just like that? Is fair?

"They shouldn't have come, they should have been ashamed." Bi Sari whipped, spilling everything she sniffed.

Fatih and the others did not know what happened before, but just looking at the anger of Bi Sari already showed that they did that time was difficult to forget.

"They used to be angry with Non Sei who was sick when they saw the face of Non Sei pale and his body also lemes, but still people do not have a heart that does not want to know. Even ngehina Non Sei barren and useless. My heartache, my pain!"

Seira joined in crying, hugging Bi Sari full of haru. Jago's wife who was bar-bar also felt the heartache of the woman. He held Rani while crying tears. It was only fitting that Bi Sari was angry like that, because they were the only ones who did not know and only heard that they wanted to curse the family.

"They don't know, right, if Non Sei almost committed suicide because it was not strong to suffer. They do not know what kind of cry Non Sei in front of the graves of his parents. They don't know and they don't want to know? They forget, forget the evil they did before."

Bi Sari did not care, and there was nothing to stop him from continuing to stir up all the pain that he had been suffering.

Biya hugged Mom, her heart sliced at the endless tears streaming from her wrinkled cheeks. Let all that day be spewed out, that tomorrow his heart may be relieved and accept all reality.

"grandmother. Why is Grandma angry? Who's the bad guy with Mamah?" Rayan hugged Bi Sari.

The more hysterical the old woman's cry. Kala reminisces about Seira's pregnancy struggling alone, especially when she sacrificed her life to bring out a new creature from her womb. Do they care? Even asking if news is not.

Bi Sari clutched a small body that almost did not survive when Seira bleeding. Fatih rubbed his face, worried that the puddles in his eyes would spill. Men are so, always pretending to be strong when the same.

"Rayan, don't stay in Mamah, son. Don't ever." Bi Sari raved indistinctly making Rayan confused.

"Rayan won't stay in Mamah, Grandma." The boy responded with his confused heart.

"Udah, Bi. Don't be kicked, yeah. Try istighfar, bring Aunt's heart closer to Allah. Seize the peace, lest the demons continue to ignite the flames of hatred in Aunt's heart. Faroogh, Bi. Istighfar," whispered Seira in his ear.

Bi Sari heard, he looked up while saying Istighfar. He begs God for letting Satan seduce him. Slowly Bi Sari's cries subsided, Seira massaged her chest slowly giving calm to the heart that was heating up.

"Astaghfirullah al - 'adhiim .. astaghfirullah al - 'adhiim. O Allah .. subhanallah. Forgive me, O Allah. Astaghfirullah al-'adhiim," said Bi Sari with a soft word.

His slowly hunting breath returned to normal. Seira's whisper was also a gentle touch on her chest giving her a real calm.

"Where? Auntie is calm?" ask slowly and carefully.

"Thank you for all that Auntie did for Sei. All of that can't be countered by anything. Thanks because all this time Aunt has been patient with looking after Sei and love Rayan. Aunt everything for Sei. Sei dear Aunt."

Seira hugged the old body, crying without a sound only her tears kept falling.

"The man is indeed a perfect creature, he is special because it is equipped with the mind. Where with it we can distinguish what is good and what is bad. What to do and what not to."

Seira began to open the language. He rubbed the wrinkled hands of Bi Sari which he held warmly. As he said, Bismillah asked Allah that the woman's heart be stretched out and given sincerity to all who had been lost.

"Said the cleric, let the past pass. No need to regret everything that has happened, no need to be confined to the destiny that has been passed. Let us both stretch out our chest, cultivating a sense of sincerity over the predestination outlined." Seira stared softly at the two misty beads belonging to Bi Sari.

"There is no perfect human being as a whole, every human being is equipped with passions and khilaf which sometimes can not be denied. However, every human being is also given the opportunity to correct his mistakes. Every one of us makes mistakes, whether consciously or not."

Everyone was stunned to hear the advice of a woman who had experienced long suffering in life.

"We cannot judge others for their faults, only God is worthy of punishing people. All we need to do is plant his asthma, Alghofuur. Forgiver. It's okay, if Bibi still can't accept it, but did Aunty see that the boy was scared. He's very small, just like Rayan."

"Bi, I know because I am also hurt, but with anger all will not be able to make our hearts calm. I didn't ask Auntie to forget all because I couldn't forget myself, but at least we don't have to like them. If we're being tough, how different are we from them? I don't want Bibi stuck in a grudge that blocks sincerity. Relax, yes, Bi. Not that I am happy now, there is Mas Fatih. I'm sure Mas Fatih will not hurt us," concluded Seira while hugging Bi Sari again.

Mother was full, she looked at her son threateningly if she had done anything stupid. Likewise with Fatih, he was moved to hear the words of his wife. Seira believes so much in him, the woman is sure of his love. What can she do besides love him for a lifetime.

I love you, Sei. Mas loves you. It will not be in your vain.

Seira's long sentence managed to touch everyone's heart. Including Jago's wife whose heart is burning with revenge.

"Astaghfirullah, O Allah. Forgive the servant, forgive the sin of the servant, O Allah." Bi Sari said regretfully.

"Thank you, Non, Auntie's already ingetin. Thanks." Thanks." Bi Sari tightened their hands.

Now, everyone is smiling.

What your heart is made of, baby. It is so easy to forgive. Fatih's heart.

Bu Sei is an amazing woman, and lucky to have a great husband like Mr. Fatih. A matching couple. Jago also muttered.

May you continue to be happy. Mang Udin prayed.