I'm The One You Throw Out

Ikhlas II

After that incident, Bi Sari was more silent and did not talk much. Play with Rayan and look after Fathiya, while Mom and Biya have returned to their home because the teenager has to go to school.

Seira wanted to stay there for some time. Besides because Fathiya is still very small and virus-prone, he also wants to monitor the state of the store directly.

Seira sits on the floor of the terrace taking over Fathiya's baby who wakes up and cries. He noticed Bi Sari who looked dreamy even though Rayan's voice was incessantly raving.

"Bi! Do not daydream, do not let Aunt's heart empty and make it easier for the devil to master it. Faroogh, Bi. Don't think about it, everything must be all right, "reproved Seira softly.

Bi Sari smiled, saying Istighfar in heart. Recalling Naina's frightened face, made Bi Sari's heart unsettled. He felt guilty and wanted to apologize to her.

"Darling!" Fatih called, meeting those who were in the garden behind the restaurant. I don't know when the park was made, though, what is certain is that when they go to an empty backyard restaurant and just used as a place to relax the employee has been transformed into a small garden and there is a small minimalist house there.

The house was built for the master when they wanted to stay. Cool and comfortable, clean also beautiful. Seira likes it, it feels like she doesn't want to come back.

"Why, Mas?" Seira asked, her forehead frowning as she looked at Fatih who had been tidy with her suit.

"Where are you going? It's noon" asked Seira because there was no plan for Fatih to leave that day.

"Did love, Mas went with Gilang. There was an important meeting discussing the land that Mas was after. The plan is to build a restaurant branch there. Doain, yes, hopefully launched" said Fatih while sitting next to his wife.

Smacked the woman's temple, rubbing her daughter's forehead.

"Honey, Papah go first, yeah. You don't fuss, pity Mamah" Fatih said, kissing the baby's forehead.

Rayan who heard Fatih was about to leave, turned her head. Go and approach them while sitting on the lap of the papah.

"Will you go?" tanyakanya.

"Yes, honey. Why?" Fatih rubbed Rayan's damp hair.

"Can Rayan come? Rayan was bored because there was no Aunty, "he asked with a grim look.

"Lho, Papah instead of playing, baby. Papah wants to do business, Brother at home, yes." Seira brushed Rayan's cheek while smiling giving her understanding.

"It's okay, deket, really. If you want to come along. Take Grandma, meet her at the city park. Brother can play there during the wait for Papah," said Fatih understand the boredom of Rayan.

The boy cheered cheerfully, very happy to finally be able to go out.

"Well, how about Rani too? He must be a whim."

Fatih and Seira looked at each other, then they laughed in anxiety at her behavior.

Be they go with Bi Sari and the two kids who are endlessly chattering. Behind them follows Jago with his wife who Fatih assigned to guard them during the play waiting for the meeting to finish.

*****

Elsewhere, news of a sick woman in the cell soon spread throughout the cell to the cell where the men were.

Rumors were increasingly heard, but Zafran remained indifferent. He only thought of his own sins that were either forgiven or not.

There, inside one of the cells, a woman kept crying feeling the pain all over her body. Especially at the bottom, her sensitive area.

No one dared to come closer, his cellmate even stared in disdain given what work he had done before entering into custody.

"Ouch! Help me, sick!" his groan again curled up on the cell floor.

His once insane body, now looked thin and dry. The face that never escaped the make-up, now looks pale and there are many black stains around his cheeks.

What a beauty, the beauty she used to be proud of, the beautiful body she used to show off, is now no longer useful. He's alone now even when he's sick, nobody wants to help him.

"Sir! Get him out of this cell. We don't want to get sick, sir!" one of the prisoners shouted at the guards.

A man in uniform with a stick in hand came checking. He saw Mala curled up on the floor while hugging her own body.

"Of course, don't make a fuss. Just wait! Soon an ambulance came," he said, hitting the bars and turning and returning to his desk.

Intermittent, the sound of ambulance sirens echoed to make all prisoners scatter near the bars. They wanted to see who was rumored to be sick including Zafran who was curious about the news carried by the wind.

Ambulance officers brought Mala to the witness of all the prisoners. The woman curled up holding her stomach, grimacing and moaning in pain.

"Mala? So that's the news if he's sick ...." Zafran could not continue his sentence.

He fell back to his feet until he hit the cell wall. Recalling the several times Zafran had slept with the woman, instantly a sense of anxiety struck his heart.

Zafran rubbed his face, his chest rumbling violently making the air supply to the lungs thin. His hand held his chest and squeezed it.

"No! No way, I can't be sick!" refuse worrying.

Sweat sprang up on the face, seeping up to the neck. Zafran collapsed on the floor, bent his knees and buried his face on it. His heart continued to curse, blaming itself that could not resist temptation.

What if he's infected? Is Lita still willing to accept it? Mother will certainly be disappointed, the hope of meeting her biological children was thinning. Seira certainly will not allow his son to meet let alone come into contact with the father who contracted the dirty disease.

Zafran was crying, squeezing his own hair. Regret always comes too late, even at the end of the story after bad luck. A rebuke from the Lord, His love for the servant.

HE longs for his soft voice calling his asthma. SHE misses her crying in the arms in a third of the night. HE longs to make out with the servant in the haqiqi love.

Will the servant be aware of God's longing? Will he realize that God can be jealous?

"Oh God!" Zafran called lirih.

To ask forgiveness for a sinful self. He dropped the body on the floor, fell down without hesitation. He prayed for forgiveness for all the sins he had committed.

Forgive me, O Allah. Forgiveness ... I am aware of all the mistakes I have committed. Give a little kindness to the servant so that he can fix everything.

Zafran prayed in his heart. No lies, no deceit. He really regretted everything. Repent to the Powerful and promise with a sincere heart will never repeat the same mistakes or other mistakes.

I accept all these punishments, O God. I accept, I'm sincere. If this can all atone for my sins, O God.

Zafran continued to moan no matter what fellows were staring at him strangely.