I'm The One You Throw Out

Trying to End Life

On Zafran's return from the party, he cried hysterically in his room. To the extent that it makes the sisters who usher in their own confusion.

"Damn it! They must've brainwashed my son! If not, he might not hate me. There's no way she's gonna upset me!" shouted Zafran doormat. Whatever was in front, he threw it scattered on the floor.

"Patience, Sir. Patience!" shriek the nun who was worried about Zafran.

He was already very weak, plus the current events that made his emotions peak, would definitely make Zafran even weaker.

A great cough attacked him, until Zafran's body bent in a wheelchair. The nurse panicked, rushed out to seek help. Soon, the doctor's entourage came with the nurse.

Zafran clasped the fruit knife in hand and pointed it at the medical team.

"Don't get close!" he said with a hoarse voice.

A drop of clear liquid was seen at one corner of his lips. He looked desperate, tears flooding his cheeks, dripping down profusely. The sister was heartless after witnessing how Zafran was rejected and expelled by her own son.

"I don't want to live anymore, I'm dead!" He shouted back while preparing to cut the pulse in his hand.

I hope the knife is dull. I hope the knife is dull.

The nurse continued muttering inwardly, she bit her lips in horror. What if Zafran actually incised the sharp object in his hand.

"Please calm down, sir. All can be discussed well, not like this," asked the doctor who came quietly. His eyes glanced at the two male nurses who had been given the code to prevent Zafran from committing suicide.

They quietly settled down, but stopped as Zafran looked forward again.

"There's nothing to talk about anymore, Doctor. They have made me hate my own children, there is no point in me living. I just wanted to see my son, but he kicked me" said Zafran melancholy.

He lowered his head, loosening his hands until the sharp object was away from the pulse. Sort of a second, the two male nurses blocked both his hands. Zafran rebelled, trying to escape from their clutches.

"Please me! Off! Let me die!" zafran screams like a man who has lost his mind.

"Let him in his bed!" tell the doctor while taking an injection brought by another nurse.

Zafran continued to rebel, the two men sharing the task. One of them held Zafran's hands, and the other held his feet.

"No! Don't inject me! I don't want to! Get off me, Doctor fuck!" zafran shouted no matter how his voice would be heard to the other room.

However, the doctor did not care, he did his job to calm the patients. Zafran was given a sedative injection, so he could rest and be able to calm down.

"Please ... release me .. I want ...." Zafran. It fell unconscious after the medicine had reacted on its body.

"Doctor, patients are okay, right?" ask the nurse who treated Zafran in a panic.

The doctor shook his head, he sighed heavily inexhaustibly with Zafran's always shaken psychiatric condition. How can he heal, if his heart is always anxious and has no hope to continue living.

The nurse remained alone, watching the pitiful-looking Zafran. He let out a long sigh, for some reason his heart felt upset itself when it remembered about the incident where Rayan refused to even throw him out.

"Can't they see this father is helpless. Make a way that she can not, but still desperate to come to see her son," muttered the nurse was sad.

He sat in a chair where he waited for Zafran. What is the fate of this patient? What sins has he committed that he was subjected to such cruel treatment? So mind of sister.

He left, intending to perform worship while carrying any object that would endanger Zafran. The nurse jumped when her hand was about to open the door, Dr. Hendra preceded.

"Zafran!" Hendra ran away in panic. Just arriving home he gets news of Zafran's rampaging condition and loses control.

Hendra rubbed his fuming face when he saw the condition of the man who was unconscious. He slammed his body on the chair, really his heart felt bad because it had broken the promise. Well, how else? He was more obedient to Nisa's suggestion to ask Seira for permission first.

"Doctor!" reprimand the nurse who was about to ask Hendra's permission to leave for a while.

"What's going on?" ask Hendra quickly. "Why did he get to kayak just now?" he continued asking while turning his head to the nurse earlier.

He looked down agitated because without permission Hendra had brought Zafran outside until experiencing events like that.

"Tw-tadi ... Mr. Zafran's asking for a walk, Doc. At first it was the same Doctor Ferdi, but because of one thing so I continued," replied the nurse timidly.

Hendra's eyes glared sharply, his suspicions appearing. His mind wandered at the opening party earlier. Don't-don't ....

"Did Zafran go to the city park?" ask him quickly.

The nurse bought it, surprised by Hendra's question. How could he know?

"Doctor know? Mr. Zafran who asked to go there earlier, he also said he wanted to see his son," said the nurse increasingly agitated to see the look of Hendra's face hardened.

Hendra's eyes widened, almost jumping out. It's his fault that he promised, but couldn't keep.

"God! Why is he so desperate? Though I helped him again so that he could meet his son, but ... ah!" Hendra rubbed his fuming face.

Inexhaustible thought to his friend who dared to go without him. In the end, everything was chaotic, the plan to wait for Rayan's readiness was messy. I don't know if the boy wants to see him again?

"Sorry, Doctor. I'll go back first, I'll be here again. Doctor Ferdi said, the patient should not be left behind. Can the doctor be here for a minute? I want to pray Maghrib first," said the nurse considering the time continues to run and Maghrib has a long time.

Hendra nodded while shaking his hand. He looked at Zafran with a guilty look, but after talking to Seira his heart slowly became relieved. The guilt that was lodged yesterday was gradually lost because of the kindness of the couple.

"I hope you will be patient, Zafran. Because it doesn't feel easy to put you as a father in Rayan's heart. The boy really looked shaken to hear that there was another father in his life besides the man who had been by his side. You were never there for them, Zafran. So, you have to be more patient if you want to be recognized" murmured Hendra while shaking his head.

Feeling guilty about the fate of his friend.