I'm The One You Throw Out

Determined Zafran

At the hospital, Zafran had been preparing and waiting for Hendra to pick him up. He removed the patient's clothes and replaced them with ordinary clothes. Combing hair even wears lip moisturizer to disguise its pallor.

Sitting quietly in a wheelchair facing the door leaf, waiting for the doctor's appearance. He clucked in annoyance, his eyes could not be separated from staring at the spinning clock. It has been a few rounds passed, but the figure who awaited never appeared.

"Where is Hendra? Why hasn't he come yet? Goddamnit!" swear Zafran while clenching his hands tightly.

Without Hendra, he could not get out easily from the place, if he could then Zafran must protect himself from the threat of disease that could have attacked and will make his condition worse.

Wanting to call, he didn't have that flat object. Zafran calmed down trying to be patient. Maybe two or three more rounds, Hendra will show up and take her to the party venue where Rayan is.

So enthusiastic to meet his son, Zafran even spent the food faster than usual. Taking medicine without any long drama between her and the nurse delivering the food. Everything he does alone even though the tongue has no taste and the throat hurts when swallowing.

However, until the hour hand crosses the predetermined limit, the figure awaited does not also reveal the trunk of his nose.

"Fucking hendra!" his screams with heavy hunting breath. The slamming of plates and glasses used for breakfast this morning until scattered on the floor. He turned to face the window, opened the curtains and stared at the human traffic in the distance.

Zafran recalled that he had a mask that Hendra had given him specifically. Zafran took it from the nightstand drawer, determined to go alone to the city park even though it was difficult to do.

Zafran wore a mask and jacket that he never wore in the room. Move the wheelchair with all his strength approaching the door. He never thought of breaking through the door if Hendra had not broken his promise.

Zafran continued to come out and walk alone in the deserted passageway. Isolation aisles are very rarely visited. She faintly heard the sound of someone crying from a room. Wanting to know whose voice whimpered, Zafran stopped the pace of his wheelchair.

To then approach the door of the room and peek from the small gap. Someone in there is exactly like him. Sitting in a wheelchair crying.

"Mala?" muttered Zafran so recognize his figure.

His condition was no better than Zafran himself, the body that he used to be proud of even peddled now looked emaciated and unexciting. Every day just crying and crying lamenting his miserable state.

No relatives came to visit, alone withstanding endless pain. Mala did not want to hear the advice of doctors and nurses to think about her happiness in order to recover in better condition.

However, for some reason, he could not think of the word happy anymore. Every day crying, complaining about the pain. Zafran indifferently, Mala is not his goal. The man flipped over his wheelchair and resumed his journey towards the city park.

Unfortunately, a doctor caught the action of Zafran who was about to go out of the hospital. With wide strides, the man in a white suit uniform scuttered his steps.

"Sir Zafran, where are you going?" ask with eyes.

Although Zafran was wearing a mask and jacket, the doctor still recognized his figure. He stood behind Zafran's wheelchair and pushed back.

"Well, this time I'll let you go to the park" the doctor said kindly.

Zafran snorted in annoyance, but hearing the garden he became enthusiastic. It's the city park, isn't it?

"Doctors can't we go to the city park? I feel like I want some fresh air in there" he asked with his eyes clear.

"All right, but only this time, huh?" said the doctor who published Zafran's smile from behind his mask.

The doctor went to the permit, and returned after obtaining permission to take Zafran away to the city park. He was not only alone, assisted by a nurse who used to handle the situation of Zafran. They went to the city park, it was late afternoon.

While in the building that has just been inaugurated, the party goes properly. No obstacles whatsoever happened. All guests enjoy the dishes served with a satisfied face. Among them, there was a special guest, the most conspicuous group of people. They are orphans from the foundation who are deliberately invited to feel happiness.

Those who do not meet for a long time can mingle at the event. Establish a relationship that has long been broken. All were integrated in the inauguration event.

While the owner of the event is elsewhere, a park opens on the advice of Seira. Not too broad indeed, it is located next to the restaurant equipped with benches and tables.

They sat in one of them, four adults plus two small children who were among them. Seira still looks upset by the presence of Hendra figure who deliberately uninvited.

"Sorry, yeah. I asked him because I was afraid he was acting recklessly again. That's why I invited him here," said Nisa who was actually not happy when she saw Seira's face that was a little sour.

The woman understood why she was acting this way to her husband. It was due to yesterday's trouble at the park. Rayan did not talk much, he was frightened when he saw Hendra's face.

"Well, he was the one who found Rayan in the park at the time" he said upon seeing Hendra on stage. Now Rayan returned to calm after being persuaded papah and mama.

Seira rubbed Rayan's head, grateful that the boy would obey and not make a fuss.

"Nothing, it's better to be this way than to come quietly behind." Seira raised her gaze, her eyes glaring sharply at Hendra who was still unmoved.

Hendra turned away, staring agitatedly in the other direction. It is not unexpected that yesterday's events still imprint in the memory of Rayan's mother.

"Mmm .. Look, actually my husband wants to talk to you about something. I hope you want to listen first, only after that you can give a response and decide," said Nisa again open the purpose and purpose of bringing Hendra.

Fatih glanced at Seira, the woman flinching at the figure of Hendra who was bowed in silence. He knew what they were going to talk about, it must be about Zafran wanting to meet his son.

Fatih grasped Seira's fingers, strengthening the wife to hear a news and news that might be disturbing.

"I know what you're talking about. So, don't be so long-winded and just get straight to the point." Seira said firmly.

Silent. Hendra is still silent, he is composing words as an opening discussion. Nervous, that was what was visible from the ripples on his face.

"I ...."

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