I'm The One You Throw Out

Meet Face

In front of the makeup mirror in a room that was not as spacious as their house, Seira stared at her reflection there. A face that was different from the one before, looked radiant and radiant. No more wrinkles, let alone black stains, with Fatih he was completely pampered.

The body that used to be skinny even had dark circles around her beautiful eyes, was now no longer visible. Although not fat, but quite contained and dense. The two children he had given birth to, his stomach skin also slightly loosened even though it was not distended. Like a balloon that will be tight when not filled with air, but after being blown will loosen by itself.

Seira parsed her wave hair forward, combing slowly while watching each strand. In the past, he never even had time to pamper his hair. Always preoccupied with homework for the sake of his devotion to the husband, but all that turned out to be in vain.

He sighed, his life was very much different from what it used to be. His heart was filled with gratitude, after a long bitterness he found true happiness.

"What are you? Since then I have been watching sitting here daydreaming continuously. What was? Has anyone disturbed your mind?" tanya Fatih who came kept hugging the body of the wife from behind.

Seira smiled, putting down the comb slowly. Her beautiful eyes lifted staring at the soft reflection of the black bead inside the mirror.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm thinking about the long journey of my life." Seira sighed.

"If I had committed suicide, maybe we would never meet, yes, Mas. Luckily there was Bi Sari, Jago and Mang Udin at that time who ngingetin me. I didn't think long at that time, didn't think I'd get happiness like now. All I thought was that my heart was hurting, and I didn't want the same Rayan in my stomach." Seira bowed for a moment breathing the air slowly.

"Now that it's all over, I'm happy now. I didn't think the rainbow after the storm was real. I want to share my happiness with others. So that our lives will be more blessed and happy" he said, touching Fatih's hand on his shoulder.

The man was full, putting his head close to the crown of the wife while dipping it deeply.

"Nothing, the past must exist so that we can take valuable wisdom and lessons from it so that in the present we are more careful, to achieve a better future," fatih said getting closer to the body.

"Mas kangen, deh. Can, yes ... it ...." Fatih whispered in Seira's ear, shuddering all over her body.

She was embarrassed, but wanted to. Removing the longing that is always there even though every time meet. Without asking for permission, he lifts Seira's body and takes her to the bed. Luckily, Fathia has her own mattress and Rayan sleeps in her own room.

The longing that is swept away in the cradle of intimacy in the bond of true love.

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The sun again appeared on the eastern horizon, emitting various colors that adorn the morning sky. The reflection of the green color of the leaves on the tree, so refreshing the view. Plus the beauty that lies on the roof of the universe.

Seira helps the shopkeeper girl prepare the pastries for display. All the recipes are hers, but made with high-quality ingredients. It feels more legit and delicious.

"Mom, I was sitting there. No need to help," said the girl felt bad. Especially if Fatih sees it.

"It's okay, I'm tired of just sitting down. You calm down, yeah. I'm used to it, really, like this work. In the past, back in the village I used to make my own cookies" Seira said, making the guard almost choke on his own saliva.

Not expecting the wife of the owner of the shop willingly helped their work. Seira did not even hesitate to go into the kitchen and with the workers to make cakes.

"Well, it's done. Nyapu-"

"No, Mom. Let me just say, Mom just sat there," said the girl who quickly grabbed the broomstick from the employer's hand.

"Assalamu'alaikum!" A voice was heard saying a greeting from outside the shop.

Seira who was about to enter the room was stopped because she heard the tiny voice. He turned around and came to the front of the store wanting to know that the ears did not hear wrong. Seira frowned at the arrival of Naina that morning.

"Naaina? How come you're here early in the morning? What was? Is your mother still sick?" tanya Seira stood before him.

They looked at each other, there was no look of sadness on the little girl's face. Maybe her mom is okay now. Naina shook her head, her lips slightly pulled upwards holding back the smile she wanted to do.

"Mom is healthy, really. Mom wants to eat and now she is healthy" he replied with a wider smile.

"Oh, thank goodness that's it. I'm glad to hear it" said Seira.

Seira invites Naina to enjoy breakfast, but the little girl shakes her head and stops not far from the storefront.

Seira looks confused, she takes off her grip and turns to face Naina.

"Why?" Seira asked slowly.

"She said Nai's mother wanted to see her. She wants to talk to me, don't you mind?" asked Naina doubtfully.

He doubted Seira would give Lita time to talk. Seen from the tense look of his face, he did not want to force.

"What's Nai's mom saying?" seira asked without the usual smile on her lips.

The little girl shook her head, really she did not know what Lita wanted to talk about. It's not necessary! What else for?

"Say, I want to talk to you. Can, right?" A voice asked softly, trembling like it was about to cry.

Seira straightened up, finding two women who used to be so cruel to her. Seira stared at the two with nanar, the wounds of the past that had been closed, now had to open forcibly due to the presence of those two faces.

Seira glanced at the stiff old face on the wheelchair, throwing a glance at the shopkeeper girl before asking her to look after Naina.

"Please Temenin Naina first, yes. I went ahead first," Seira's door as she walked out of the store and came to a street bench not far from the cake shop.

They sit side by side with a long distance. The gaze did not look at each other, only Mother's eyes continue to be directed at the pearl that is increasingly sparkling at this time.

"So, what do you want to say? I'd better be scared of my baby getting up" Seira said without taking her eyes off the wide stretch of road.

"I ...."