I'm The One You Throw Out

An Event

Reflecting on Lita and Naina along the way to the hospital, Hendra recalled his son and wife. What if Lita's fate befalls his wife and child. Will they be able to deal with it?

Ah, no!

Hendra brushed off the thought because after all he did not want to leave Nisa who had given him perfect happiness. The presence of Hana in her gray life gives a beautiful color to add to a sense of happiness.

Hendra sat in his room, as a general practitioner he received many patients every day with different conditions. However, that day he did not focus too much, many times his eyes glanced at the watch in hand. I want to be done and go home soon. Hopefully Nisa and Hana will talk to him.

Hendra sighed, there were still a few more patient names he had to deal with. The day was more tiring when the patients who came were no more than yesterday.

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In his room, Zafran was pensive alone. Thinking of her selfish attitude towards Lita, she was a little regretful.

"Why don't you come again, Lita?" ask him to yourself.

He clucked, annoyed and restless thinking about the fate of the two. As for Mom, she believed Hendra must have taken good care of her.

"Where are you, Lita? Are you cheating again? You really don't think about my situation? All women are the same, he likes to die if it has been caught badly," growled Zafran himself.

He stared at the door, already these few days no familiar figure had appeared other than the nurse who delivered food. Bored, Zafran got off the bed and tried to step on his own feet out.

However, just a few steps away, his feet already had no energy. Almost fall if the hands are not gripping the side of the bed. He pulled out a wheelchair and flopped down on it with a heavy hunting breath.

"Damn! What exactly am I sick? Why does my whole body feel weak. They didn't let me out of this room either. I'm bored" he said while hitting both feet that can't work properly.

"Why don't you take the road, huh? Why do I have two legs, but I can't feel them? It feels useless," said Zafran relentlessly cursing himself.

He beat the wheelchair with annoyance, to the point of crying uncontrollably. Even the open door of the room was ignored. Continue to curse yourself non-stop.

"You're just angry, Zafran. Everything will not be able to go back to kayak first," said Hendra's voice as he stepped into Zafran's room.

The man turned around, his eyes radiating hope about the news he wanted to hear.

"Hendra?" A perfect smile was placed on her pale lips.

"You know why you can't get out of here, Zafran?" asked Hendra a little sniffy. His eyes stared right at Zafran's twinkling retina.

"I don't know, Hen. That's why I'm tired of wanting to get out of here. I want some fresh air, Hendra, "please Zafran lament on his best friend.

"This condition of yours does not allow you to leave the room, Zafran. You are susceptible to disease, anything. So until your condition improves or until you are able to fight the pain, then you will stay here and not go anywhere," explained Hendra smile on his best friend's lips.

Zafran shook his head, until when will he continue like this? While what he feels every day is always getting weaker and less powerful. She roared while pulling her own hair.

"Why, O GOD? Why is it like this?" lamented pilu.

Hendra fluttered where he stood, doing nothing but gazing at Zafran with all the sense of raging in the soul.

"You know, Zafran. Because of you, now Nisa has ensured you. From yesterday I did not see my wife and son, Zafran. All this because of you who told me to bring Rayan here. Just try I do not obey your will, I'm the same Nisa must be fine," said Hendra with an upset heart.

Zafran's cry stopped, thinking back to Rayan. Yesterday he asked Hendra to take Rayan to him even without Seira's permission. Zafran looked up, looking at Hendra with his wet eyes.

"You met him? Same son? Does he want to come here and look at me?" cecar Zafran is enthusiastic again.

Hendra shook his head, but there was no remorse on his face or pity. After thinking all night, he justified Nisa's words and blamed himself for acting rashly just to help Zafran.

"I met him, but your son ran away scared because he thought I was a threat. I haven't even talked about you with him. Go, Zafran. If you want to know him, go to Seira. Apologize to him," suggested Hendra no longer want to be involved in the matter of Zafran and Seira.

The man in the wheelchair lowered his head in tears, his head shook weakly, both hands clenched tightly withstanding the turmoil that was stirring.

"I'm ashamed, Hendra. I'm ashamed to meet him. I just want to see my son, that's it." Zafran frustration.

Meeting Seira in such a miserable state as this, made Zafran's embarrassment even more heightened. That woman would definitely laugh at him. Falling was already his pride as an honorable man.

"What is shame for? What I did yesterday is embarrassing. Apologizing is not difficult, Zafran. Just prepare your heart and try to be sincere. I'm sure Seira is a good woman, she can't possibly refuse your apology" Hendra said in a statement.

Zafran fell silent, digesting every word Hendra spoke. He shouldn't have done that. Hendra looked pityfully at Zafran's pitiful figure.

Imagine if only he was left behind by Nisa, maybe it would be the same as Zafran who every day always asked about his son. Every precious minute, Hendra's doctor doesn't want to make the same mistake. Just leave today alone, tomorrow they must return as usual.

"Lusa, there's an event near the city park. The opening of your ex-wife's branch restaurant. If you want, I can take you there later, but just look from afar. Can't get close, let alone come to them. How's it?" hendra's proposal recalled the rumors of the hospital visitors that she heard at a glance.

Zafran was silent again. Just looking from far away? He wants more, but that's okay. Mana knows he can meet his son and introduce himself as his real father.

"Yes, I want to. That's okay," replied Zafran with all the plans arranged in his cunning brain.