I'm The One You Throw Out

Hendra's Fear

On the same night in a different place, Nisa was sorting and picking out clothes in front of the closet. Almost all the clothes were taken out of there, no matter what he was looking for. Until Hendra returned from duty, the woman was still busy with her business of looking for clothes.

His tongue clucked repeatedly feeling annoyed by itself.

"Duh, which one, huh? Why get confused like gini, anyway?" he muttered while taking the last dress from the closet.

"Nisa? What are you again?" asked Hendra who Nisa did not realize had entered their room.

"Mass?" Nisa's forehead shriveled in confusion, fumbling at the memory of whether she forgot to lock the room door. "Why did you get in? Did you break the door?" Nisa is suspicious.

Hendra shook his head as he continued to approach his wife. His eyes glanced at the bed filled with Nisa's clothes. The woman also glanced, but indifferently. He glared as Hendra looked at him.

"What did I break? Did you hear a loud noise? Did you forget the door, or aren't you mad at me anymore?" Hendra's eyes blink mischievously, but Nisa instead melengos, selling expensive.

Nisa throttled in annoyance, rolling up the shirt in hand while facing back at the closet. There are still a few dresses in there, but they are not an option.

"Why are your clothes outside? You ... Lisa!" Hendra splashed with his pale face.

Panicked. That was what the line of the man's face looked like. He approached the wife, agitated by himself as Nisa's shadow went past cramming the mind.

"Nisa, you don't intend to leave, do you? You're not going to stay, are you? This, Nisa! Don't go, honey. Maafin Mas," raced Hendra while holding Nisa's hand.

His voice was trembling, clearly he was terrified. Secretly Nisa smiled, occasionally pranking the man is fine, is not it?

"Deliver, Mas. You like to act rashly and sometimes do not think about my feelings. So I thought, we should separate first until my heart calms down. I want to stay at Mom's house" said Nisa, who secretly chuckled without Hendra's knowledge.

Hearing that, Hendra grew increasingly upset. Doubtful about his plan to bring Zafran to the party tomorrow. She doesn't want to have any problems with Nisa, she doesn't want Nisa to leave her for a while. Nah!

"No! Honey, I'm sorry. I promise I won't do anything stupid anymore. I promise, honey. You don't go! Don't stay with me, "please Hendra while hugging Nisa tightly from behind.

Really his heart is afraid of losing, after a long time knitting love and happiness he does not want everything destroyed just because of the stupid actions he did.

Nisa folds her lips holding a laugh, feeling funny and satisfied to be able to prank her husband. Hendra's body vibration even felt to hit his heart. Is he really afraid of losing her?

"Let go, Mas!" pinta Nisa squirms holding back amused.

"No! Tell me first if you're not going to leave Mas!" the door tightened the embrace until Nisa felt a little tight.

"Deliver, Mas! Shit," said Nisa huffled.

Hendra nodded while loosening his arms, but did not let go.

"Say you won't leave Mas, Nisa. I don't want to lose you, I don't want to be away from you" Hendra's pinta shook. He tried not to cry, but his heart was broken.

Hendra nodded quickly, this time it was possible that he had actually promised the wife not to commit any more recklessness.

"Yes, honey. Mas promised, Mas promised not to be involved in other people's problems except for humanity. Mas promised, dear," said Hendra firmly and confidently.

Nisa smiled hoping that Hendra's heart and mouth this time matched each other. Non-compensating, compact and aligned.

"Yes, off. Help me find clothes that fit for the party" Pinta Nisa.

Hearing that, Hendra was stunned. Choosing clothes for a party? Is ...?

Hendra let go of hesitating hugs, flinching to look at the wife who was back busy choosing the clothes she would wear at the party tomorrow.

"You ... party? Who's having a party?" asked Hendra a little suspiciously.

"Seira invited me and Hana specifically to the opening party of her restaurant branch tomorrow. Sorry, yes. He didn't say you should come too. Stay in the hospital and not go anywhere. Especially doing recklessness like yesterday. No!" remember Nisa is not playing games, her eyes are sharp squeaking threatening Hendra if you dare to do stupid.

The man with the title of doctor snorted, he was wrong. She thought Nisa was leaving, but she was choosing clothes for the party.

He stepped foot and slammed himself on the mattress, staring back at the ceiling of the room that had only been polished a few weeks ago. His breathing sounded heavy and long, his mind again remembered Zafran who must be happy because he would see his son.

"Don't think anything, Mom. I'm not kidding, you know. If you want to help your friend, follow me and explain how they are the same. I'm sure Seira knows too," Nisa said right into her heart.

Hendra gulped, turned to his wife without moving from his starting position.

"Do you want to help?" tanyanya looked at meu at the wife who was tidying up her clothes.

"depends. If your friend can hold his words maybe I want to help, but if he's stubborn. Don't help her once in a while." Nisa looked up at her husband.

Given Seira's story about how Zafran used to be treated, making Nisa a figure who calculated against the man. According to him, if the arrival of Zafran will interfere with the happiness of their families, then you should not be reunited. However, if it was the other way around, then he was willing to help their meeting.

Hendra again sighed, recalling his conversation with Zafran, perhaps he would cancel their plan that would quietly come and look from afar.

Wanna how? Nisa was at the party, and her observant eyes were bound to see them. Hendra did not want the matter to add to the already existing problems.

"Well, tomorrow we'll talk to them. Hopefully they can understand and want to bring together the father and child" said Hendra after thinking about Nisa's advice.

The woman smiled with relief, gratitude and wished that Hendra would truly comply now.

While in the hospital, Zafran could not close his eyes considering tomorrow will meet his son. He stared at the night sky through the window whose curtain had been accidentally opened. The pale lips kept smiling, how impatient his heart waited for the next day.