I'm The One You Throw Out

Not Now

Zafran collapsed on the floor while holding his stomach, his face grimacing and frowning in pain. Sweat splashed around his face to his neck, Zafran groaned feeling intense pain wrapped around his lower abdomen.

The colleague who saw immediately called the guard and informed him of Zafran's condition. The officer called an ambulance after confirming Zafran's condition. He's not kidding.

Just wait a few minutes for the anticipated mobi to arrive. Ambulances carried Zafran's body into the car, and drove to the hospital.

"He-hendra, take me to He-hendra's place" he answered, with a heavy breath.

Officers know who is meant. Zafran increasingly could not stand it, occasionally screaming as the pain was further crushing the entire bone in his body.

They arrived at the hospital, Zafran was immediately taken down and taken quickly to the Emergency Installation room.

"Ah, Doctor Hendra? Incidentally, this patient is looking for you" said one of the officers when he saw the bespectacled man walking in the same hallway.

He frowned, his steps that had stopped again continued to approach the patient in question.

"He-hendra?"

"Zafran? You why?" hendra asked after seeing the patient.

"I-I don't know, Hen," replied Zafran.

"I'm sorry, Doctor. What I heard from the other prisoners was that Zafran's brother suddenly felt sick and fell on the floor" said one of the police officers escorting Zafran.

Hendra rubbed his face, asking the officers to immediately bring Zafran to the IGD. He himself quickly caught up while clucking annoyed many times.

*****

While at Fatih's restaurant, in a small house behind the restaurant, Seira was gathering with her family on the terrace. Enjoy the fresh aroma of leaves, as well as flowers that bloom even though it will wither during the day.

Both play with Fathiya, while Rayan is still asleep in her room. Seira pinned a smile seeing Bi Sari so cool and cheerful invited Fathiya to speak.

"Bi, according to Bibi, wearing a veil is complicated, no?" tanya Seira stared at the cloud pageantry in the sky before glancing towards the old woman.

Bi Sari who was cool was distracted by the question of the woman he considered his own child. Smiling guessed whether Seira wanted to perfect herself as a Muslim.

"Non was wrong to ask Auntie, try asking the cake shop girl. He must have the answer," Bi Sari replied unable to give a proper answer because he himself did not wear it.

"Mmm .. so, yeah, Bi." Seira mangosteen understands.

One of the cake shopkeepers did wear a hijab, but it was rarely seen in front. Spend more time by recording various orders in a special room.

"Try later I want to ask him," he said with a smile with a red cloak poking on both cheeks.

"Is there a desire to wear a veil?" investigate Bi Sari with her pulsating heart.

Not pain, but happiness and happiness. I don't know, he himself doesn't know where it came from.

"Not knowing either, Bi. If I like it, but the shadow is like a ribet, yes." Seira laughed heartily.

He had heard a cleric say in his talk that a woman should wear a head covering.

"But I don't think it's getting prettier if I wear a veil." Bi Sari smiled to the point that both corners of her eyes were wrinkled a lot.

Is it a call from God to come to Him in perfect condition? Suddenly ....

"Mom!" rayan's screams jolted the two women.

Seira was silent listening that the voice was really real.

"Mom!"

Rayan called Seira while crying hysterically. Like a little boy who does not obey what he wants. Seira stood up quickly and continued to run in until the child's room.

"Darling? What's the matter, son?"

Seira opened the door, looking at Rayan who was sitting in the middle of the bed in fear. The boy widened when he saw Seira, then ran down the bed and hugged his mother.

"Mamah, Rayan's scared, Mah. Rayan was afraid," he said shivering and wailing.

Seira frowned, lifting Rayan's body in a sling and walking towards the porch of the house.

"Why, Son? Rayan's dream, huh?" bi Sari asked as she rubbed her moist head in sweat.

Seira held it on her lap, peeping the crowns of her son.

"Waiter why, baby? What's Rayan's dream?" his question was greeted by a nod of the head.

"What dream, baby? Try to say to Mamah," said Seira curious.

What kind of dream makes Rayan wake up screaming in broad daylight like that.

"Rayan dreams exist .. There are men who want to take Rayan from Mamah. He made Rayan follow him. Rayan's scared, Mah. What if he really wants to keep nyidikan Rayan?" it looks real, really scared.

Hearing that, Seira recalled Zafran whom she had seen a few days ago. Is Zafran out of jail?

Seira clutches Rayan's body, kissing her head lovingly. He did not want to be separated from his son. Until at any time even if he had to pay his life, he would not give Rayan to the man.

"Udah, yes. Calm. No one can take Rayan from Mamah. Remember, there is Papah. Papah will not let anyone take Rayan from Mamah. Rayan has to believe that, yeah." Seira cupped the padlock's face with both hands.

His eyes rolled back and forth, a trace of sadness clearly visible there. Seira had to suppress her fear, she had to be able to fight all the feelings that made her weak. Fear, anxiety, and endless worry. All of that made the soul weak and eventually made itself trapped in a pit of fear.

Bi Sari who heard was also worried. I hope that the man's prison time will be extended even longer.

"You're right, baby. Papah will definitely not allow anyone else misahin Rayan from Mamah," said Bi Sari while rubbing Rayan's back.

Slowly, the little boy calmed down. He was still as much as his mama's chest, wrapping his hands around her waist as he nodded slowly.

"Rayan believes the same Papah, the man is evil, Mah. Her face was so seedy, Rayan was scared." Rayan's voice sounded again. Stabbing Seira's heart.

"But Rayan was confused, why did he say that he was Rayan's father? Not that Rayan's dad was Papah, huh, Mah?" he continued to make Seira stunned.

Nah! Zafran must not know that he has a son from Seira, but is rejected. The boy's face was similar to his. Zafran will definitely recognize once they meet.

Not now you should know about your Papah, son.