I'm The One You Throw Out

Speak

The night came quickly as Hendra wanted, Hana was sleeping in her room will not come to disturb. Oh, what's with the heart? Why is it suddenly uncontrollable?

Hendra sighed while holding onto his rumbling chest. Slowly walk up the stairs to the second floor. The short and dense sentence Nisa spoke firmly made her body continue to tremble along the way.

"I'll wait in your study!"

Just like that, Hendra made up. Many times he sighed, unraveling the spread, still shakes in his heart did not want to go. Oh, really, the journey from the first floor to the second floor feels like a shiraath al-mustaqiim bridge. Sweeping Hendra's face, it was as if there was a burning fire down there.

The room with the door leaf was made of wood and painted tanned, like the courtroom where he was accused. Hendra's heart was racing, approaching the room, his own work space.

He stood there, breathing deeply. Putting earlobes on the door hoping there is a little sound from inside there.

"Nis, are you inside?" hendra asked after gently knocking on the door of her room. Hendra silently listened with an erratic feeling.

"Lake in!" Nisa's voice sounded like a rumbling sound from the sky that would lower her storm.

Slowly, Hendra opened the door of the room and gawked inside. Nisa over there, sitting on the blocked chair of her work desk filled with various documents. He was unmoved, his face serious and tense, making Hendra even more upset.

The man entered and closed the door without a sound. Slowly approach a chair opposite the table. He sat without being ordered, the anxiety that struck the heart from noon turned nervous.

Brak!

Nisa throws something on the table, a small figura of wood and is given a golden paint, piercing both of Hendra's beads. His hand shook to take the object, it was unexpected that this was the catastrophe he had feared.

Hendra flips it over, blinking eyes in disbelief Nisa will discover the secret she kept well.

"He's that girl, right? The woman you're looking for to help your best friend?" tanya Nisa is full of emphasis.

Every word that was spoken, stabbed Hendra's taste.

"Why do you have a picture of him? And you keep it well here. It's only right that I'm forbidden to enter your study, it's because you don't want me to know, right?" fawning Nisa while holding the roar in the chest.

He was jealous, but the fear of Seira's figure had gone since their conversation this afternoon. It was all because he was sure Seira would never snatch Hendra from him. He has a happier life than anyone.

"Jawab, Mommy!" nisa's demanding to push her voice down.

"Where did you get this?" hendra asked stammeredly, he looks like a fool.

Nisa laughed discordantly, looking at the ripples on the man's face, she knew her suspicions all along turned out to be true.

Slowly the warm feeling flows in the woman's body, spreading to make both eyes heat up. Nisa clenched her hands, holding back the water that was about to fall from her throne.

"I-i ...."

Nisa laughed bitterly, it turned out that she had not managed to conquer the heart of the man. Still, the other name is still neatly stored there. Where is his name kept? While the queen's throne has been occupied by another woman.

"I'll forgive you if you'll be honest, Mom. Now, I want to know how you feel about him and me?" nisa asked after preparing her heart to hear the bitter truth from the man's mouth.

"Nisa, I know I'm wrong because I'm still in the past, but trust me. Only you can make me comfortable. I've been missing him for a long time, ever since we married, especially when I was already a father. I totally forgot about him" Hendra said, trying to convince his wife.

Nisa sighed, her sharp maniac raining down on Hendra's. He shook his head, looking back at his wife to reassure her heart.

"Are you sure, Mas?" nisa didn't believe her husband right away.

"I'm sure, honey. You are in my heart, nothing else. He's just my past that I've thrown away. What's again? I'm happy now with you and our son. Don't let your bad thoughts ruin everything, Nisa. We built all this from scratch, right? Absolutely from zero" replied Hendra. He did not want to lose Nisa and her son, not wanting to live in regret like Zafran.

The two flinch, not talking to each other. Only their eyes were still staring at each other. Nisa again sighed after a moment of silence.

"Why are you bothering their children? He's a little boy, Mas, just like Hana. With you coming to the kayak this afternoon, it's mentally disturbing. You are a doctor, you should be more careful in taking action," said Nisa a little furious.

Hendra was nervous, remembering this afternoon where he accidentally met Rayan and wanted to talk about Zafran to the boy.

"I-it .. I just want the kid to know who the real father is? I feel sorry for Zafran, Nis. He has no chance of recovery, so I want him to see his son. That's it" replied Hendra.

Nisa shook her head.

"It's none of your business, Mas, it's their business. But if you want to help your friend, it's not like that. You should go to the boy's parents, talk to them nicely. Tell me, explain the condition of your friends is the same as them. If you need to give them a medical note or a picture of him to be proof that you are not making it up," said Nisa straightened out Hendra's mistake.

The man bowed down, thinking about Zafran dying, he was heartless.

"But I feel sorry for her, Nisa. He looked desperate and had no hope of life. Maybe with him meeting his son, at least he has a little happiness," said Hendra.

Nisa kept shaking her head.

"Your intentions are good, Mas, but your ways are wrong. I, as a mother, would not accept being her. Now, think again everything's the same as you, I hope you can understand."

Nisa moved, leaving hope in the room. Hopefully after this talk, Hendra can understand everything and is willing to correct the mistake.