I'm The One You Throw Out

Meeting Wounds

A few days after Naina came to apologize, Seira and Bi Sari felt better and relieved. They plan to go to the city park and review the land under construction for the Fatih restaurant branch.

"Darling, are you ready?" ask Fatih while entering the house after checking the preparation with Gilang for the field later.

"Udah, Mom. This is just a need Fathiya needs to bring me in, " replied Seira. His hands seemed busy stuffing Fathiya's belongings into the bag.

While the baby was lying down while playing his hands and feet. Laughing as Rayan asked her in jest, Fatih smiled looking at them. He then glanced at Seira, frowning unhappily when he saw the beautiful hair of the wife tied high up to reveal her neck.

He walked up to the queen of his heart, standing behind Seira who was bowing while shaking her waist. His breath was soft, the body solid and filled since Fathiya was born. Fatih shook her head, raised her hands close to the beautiful hair and pulled the tie apart.

"Mas!" his screeches. Seira's body turned quickly, her eyes widened.

Fatih moved the index finger to the right and left to reject the protest that would be thrown by the sweet lips. Seira opened her lips, but no words came out. He smiled as he shook his head, continuing his delayed work quickly.

"Mas do not like you tie your hair high, if it can be closed just so that others can not see the pearls belong to this Mas," said Fatih while wrapping his hands around Seira's waist. The woman's heart was pinched hearing that.

"Mamma! Papahs!" tegur Rayan, although slowly quite surprising the two.

Fatih immediately took off her hand, and smiled shyly at the boy who was looking at them seriously.

"Udah. Let's go down, let's go" said Seira while lowering Rayan and carrying Fathiya. Fatih carried their bags trailing behind his wife and children.

On the way to the park, Rayan told me a lot about what she did first when she joined Fatih. The child sat with Bi Sari in the back, while Seira was in the front seat with the baby.

"Well, there's a lake in the park. The water is clear, and there are plenty of fish. Rayan gave the fish bread, they ate it all, "tell Rayan while holding the back seat that Seira was sitting in. The woman looked up and smiled.

They arrived at the city park, where not far from there was Fatih's construction project. The man with Gilang went to check, while Seira with her two children and Bi Sari went to play in the park.

City park weekends are always filled with people who just play spending time with family, or foraging sustenance by selling anything to connect life.

"Be careful playing, baby," Seira recalls when Rayan went to play.

"Well, I want to draw. That's the one there," said Rayan while pointing at the row of children who were coloring.

Seeing that, Seira was persuasive. He pushed Fathiya's carriage closer to the place. Accompany Rayan who wants to learn to incise color on a drawing paper.

The police motorcade distracted everyone including the children there. They were all enthusiastic, clapping as the lead car rang the siren.

"Well, there's a police car!" Rayan shouted while standing facing the motorcade.

Seira stood behind him, holding the child's shoulder. Worried he'd run against his favorite car. He pointed at the car, clapped his hands, and laughed cheerfully.

Inside a car carrying the prisoners, Seira saw the figure. The figure of the wound that had for many years never appeared again. Seira's smile receded as their gazes met.

"Hallo, Mr. Police! Hello!"

Rayan's voice that was quite loud increasingly made Zafran's heart throb. She wanted to run away from the car and hug her son. Piteously. Zafran let out tears, his lips twitching to call Rayan.

My boy!

He put his head out the window, not wanting to lose the child's face. Unfortunately, the car he was riding drove so fast that he lost.

Nah! My boy! He's my son.

His heart murmured sadly, Zafran covered his face with both hands, crying softly longing to hug and smell his scent.

He's so big. Sorry Dad, Son. Excuse me. You guys look happy without me. Seira, I really regret hurting him first. If only I knew she was pregnant again, I would never sneer at her let alone shove her up. Naw. I'm sorry, but she's all happy with her husband now.

Zafran wept over his stupidity, regretting it was useless. All would never be able to return again like before even if he cried blood begging in front of him. Now, he could only lament his fate of having to serve the punishment for all the sins committed.

The wife he threw away for the sake of a Lita, looked even more shining and dazzling. The woman he considered barren, now there are two humans who were born from his womb. Lita never got pregnant again after Naina was born. What's with his life?

Karma is invisible and sometimes not felt. Seira belongs to the group of people who are lucky to be able to see the karma in real.

He stared at the last car, smiling though forced as Rayan turned around and chattered about them. Bi Sari who had seen Zafran, noticed Seira's slightly changed face.

The woman crouched back behind Rayan, helping her polish the color. Trying to remove the figure of Zafran from the memory. Why did the cars have to go there? Do prisoners always walk around on weekends like this?

Seira cursed inwardly, alternating with Istighfar readings to calm him back down.

Astaghfirullah al-'adhiim, O Allah.

Seira muttered, shaking her head overshadowing Zafran from within. He still recognizes the face even though it is now overgrown with feathers around the chin to get close to the temple, also between the nose and lips. Where it used to be, Zafran never looked at it.

"Well, it's done" said Rayan disperse seira daydreams.

He rubbed the head of the child while looking at his work that is not good. Seira chuckled, but still felt proud of him. They moved, going to a meatball stall to fill their stomachs while waiting for Fatih to finish.

"Non! It's not okay, is it?" whispered Bi Sari who had just wanted to ask.

Seira turned to him, the smile that the lips carved this time did not look forced.

"It's okay, really, Bi. Aunty don't worry, God willing I'm fine" Seira replied as she rubbed her wrinkled hands against her arms.

Relax, everything will be fine.