I'm The One You Throw Out

I'll meet Rayan

Seeing Seira dissolve in Fatih's arms, Lita shrank in tears and her mother-in-law stared at the woman there. It wasn't Seira he was looking for, but a small figure that had since been invisible to the trunk of his nose. Oh, where is he? The little boy she wanted to meet.

They waited for Naina, standing where they were talking. Shame was just present, when he remembered Seira who did not want to accept it anymore. Everything has changed, Seira's current kindness is not for her.

From inside there appeared a figure eagerly awaited his presence. At first glance the little eyes were staring at them, looking unhappy because it had made his mother cry.

My granddaughter. He looks like Zafran. I want to hug him and kiss him. If only Seira would kindly introduce me to him, how happy I would be.

Mother's little heart murmured bitterly, hoping Seira's kindness would bring them together. However, all of that was just his imagination, and was it possible that it would be realized?

That must be Mas Zafran's son, his face looks just like him. Apparently, Seira secretly conceived the child and gave birth to it.

Lita also talked with her heart, rubbing her own stomach when it will be filled by the baby. After Naina's birth, five years ago, Lita was not pregnant with Zafran's child. While Seira, by her side there have been two children despite different father.

Rayan walked slowly out, standing beside Fatih who was still hugging Seira. The two pairs of eyes looked the same, just as sharply hitting their eye seeds. He looked at Seira, getting closer and hugging the woman's body.

"Misty. Why is Mamah crying? Are they evil with Mamah?" her tan while looking up her head looked towards Seira.

Fatih's hand slowly came down and rubbed Rayan's hair, their eyes staring at each other meaningfully. Both are the power of Seira, they are the place to seek peace and tranquility of heart. Tired of the worldly life.

Really, if none of them had always been the most beautiful sight in her eyes, Seira might not be as fresh as she is right now. He wiped his tears before taking off his arms and turning to the child. Forcing the corners of his lips to rise upwards despite the trembling.

Seira crouched down in front of the small figure, clasping her fingers gently as she kissed the backs of her hands deeply. He looked up again, face to face with the pearl of his heart.

"No one is evil in Mamah, Mamah is just grateful to have Rayan same Papah who always makes Mama's heart happy. There's Brother Fathiya who adds happiness to Mamah's heart." Seira hugged him while holding back a cry.

Fatih smiled, but her gaze was turned to the two women who were still standing on the roadside bench. What are they doing? What are they waiting for? So muttered Fatih's heart was not happy.

Intermittent, Naina's figure came out with a confused frown. She looks at her mother and grandmother, then sees Seira hugging Rayan. His head was raised up, facing Fatih who was also looking at him.

"Go home, they are waiting for you. Tomorrow you can come again" said Fatih. It was not that he was expelling Naina, but Fatih wanted them both to quickly leave and disappear from the presence of his wife.

Naina nodded slowly, her eyes glancing back at Seira who was not looking at her. She walks with her confused heart, wondering what she and her grandmother have done to Seira.

"Honey, come in, yuk. Fathiya already nyariin mamahnya, "take Fatih while rubbing both shoulders Seira.

Hearing Fathiya's cry, Seira released a hug. He kissed Rayan's forehead before standing up and went inside while holding her hand. There, Bi Sari just sat waiting for the baby. He cradled her as Fathiya cried, his heart was also sliced to see Seira crying.

"Thank you, yeah, Bi." Seira takes over the baby and brings her into the room where they are gathered.

"The construction of the restaurant branch has been completed, Mas want you to cut the ribbon later, yes. That's for you and our children later" said Fatih while holding Seira who was breastfeeding.

The woman looked over, thanking her through a smile. He dropped his head on that sturdy shoulder, grateful for his current state. There's nothing to worry about anymore, everything's gonna be okay.

*****

Inside the cell, after Zafran saw Rayan yesterday, he daydreamed more. Rarely seen queuing at a place to eat, or mingling with his cellmate. The tattooed man had been moved out of nowhere, Zafran had no idea.

To be sure, after his departure no one advised Zafran any more. Nothing reminds him of God's glory. His heart was empty, dry.

That morning, he was not excited in the activities of filial work that is routinely done every Sunday. Cleaning the field, bathroom, mowing the lawn and so on.

Zafran sat on a wooden bench on the edge of the field, contemplating, recollecting the face of Rayan who he saw a few minutes yesterday. Longing to scream, wanting to hug and kiss her face. Tears just shed, wanting to feel quickly out of that bad place.

Rumors rubbed his ears, about a prisoner who was given freedom despite being conditional for good behavior while in prison.

Can I do that too? There's no harm, right, I tried. Who knows right. Get out of here I want to meet my son, want to hug him. Wait for me, baby. We will definitely meet. Poor you, son, must grow up to be a stepfather.

Zafran's heart was fiery. His spirit re-emerged, all kinds of kindness he did including helping the guards stretch their muscles.

Hoping he'd get his luck, and get out of custody. Every day a smile greeted everyone, mopping the floor and sweeping.

The shadow of Rayan's face that smiled at him, became the most real trigger. Father's embrace and call for her, already filled the ears comforting the heart. Seira will definitely introduce them, Seira will definitely bring them together.

He is not the one who separates his son from his father. As soon as Zafran thought, he did not realize how big a mistake he had made. Is Seira going to be so easy to bring them together?

Day after day he lived with enthusiasm, making other prisoners feel surprised themselves with his behavior.

"Woy, Zafrano. Have I seen you laugh a lot lately? Wh why? You are still ...." The man placed his index finger on his forehead straight.

Zafran laughed, he patted his shoulder quite strongly.

"I'm still sane, I was. I'll just go out of here and see my son." Zafran laughs again making their hair goosebumps.

However, suddenly, Zafran's body bent. Grimacing, and whimpering in pain.

"Duh, sick!"