I'm The One You Throw Out

Gathering

"Sir Dirman, what's wrong?" ask Fatih with a tense face.

The security guard of his restaurant was unmoved, he looked at Fatih with a difficult to decipher gaze. Gilang beside his superiors also wondered about the existence of Jago who was like waiting for them intentionally.

"Why is Mr Dirman still here? I think I've come home once the event is over," sambar Gilang can not stand also the itching tongue want to say.

"Anu, Sir. I wanted to go home, but in front of me I met Mom. He said he wanted to see you, Mr" replied Jago as he stepped off the road and showed Seira's whereabouts.

The hallway was quiet because it was not a passage through which patients or visitors could walk. Before long, the door of the room opened. Hendra and the others came out while looking at them in confusion.

"Sir Fatih, why is he still here?" hendra Tegur. The doctor pushed Zafran's wheelchair out and was about to take him back to the room.

Fatih was nervous not to answer. Intermittent, the sound of a step knock at the end of the hallway echoed continuously around their ears. Everyone is focused in that direction. Including Zafran who remained silent on his wheelchair.

A figure clad in a pink veil and a similar colored robe appeared, in his carrying a baby dressed similarly to him. Following the small figure came out, a figure that became a warm conversation in the case of the video Zafran.

The two walked quite calmly, Fatih smilingly welcoming the arrival of his wife and son. It's okay, maybe it's time. The reporters have left anyway.

Zafran was struck with twitching lips and eyelids. A sense of heat spread from the chest cavity to creep into his face. Keep touching both eyes, causing a puddle of water to turn it into redness.

"My son." A drop of water falls without being able to hold it.

His hands trembled about to reach the small figure, the figure he longed for, the figure that should be the successor in his family. His gaze turned to the graceful figure, the ex-wife who looked so perfect with clothes that covered her entire aura.

You're beautiful, Sei. Perfect. I was a fool to dump you just for that woman. I also feel sorry is useless. It's a punishment for me because I'm a woman as good as you. I'm sorry, Sei.

Zafran's tears poured out imagining Seira's pale and frail face as she chased him away first. The shadow of Bi Sari who begged her to let Seira stay until her condition improved, completely pierced her heart.

Only now could she feel the pain of being Seira back then. Only now did he know how grievous Bi Sari was because of that rejection, and it was too late.

Not only Zafran, Hendra and Nisa were stunned, but the next woman smiled. Doctor Ferdi only guessed because he did not know the figure of Seira and Rayan who became the discussion in the video Zafran.

Fatih left her place to approach Seira, a sense of anxiety struck Zafran's heart. He was afraid that the man would bring them back home and not give him permission to meet. Restless, but unable to do anything.

"Darling, who's here?" ask Fatih as soon as they face off.

"I was escorted by an employee, Mas, because Rayan wanted to come here," Seira replied unpleasantly. She should have asked her husband's permission to leave, right?

While the elder, unblinking his eyes looked at Zafran. The sickly man who had scared her was half dead. Looking at them, Zafran looked longingly at the child who began to step closer to him.

Fatih and Seira did not forbid, they just silently watched Rayan leave his place. The boy had no expression, no smile or feeling on his face. He looked flat and ordinary unlike Zafran who was crying because of the taste of haru.

Rayan stood in front of him, looking deeply at the skinny man's bead. I can't wait for Zafran to embrace his body, smell his scent. Calling him dear and hearing Dad's call from those tiny lips.

"Is this really Rayan's father?"

"Yes, honey. It's Dad, son." Zafran replied while dropping tears.

"Dad wants to see Rayan, right? But why scare Rayan?" ask the boy who touched Zafran's heart.

He shook his head as he folded his lips, water falling from the crackers, unable to answer the question. Everyone was silent letting the father and son interact for the first time.

Looking at Rayan's face, and thinking of her age, Doctor Ferdi really felt guilty and regretful. A child of the age of Rayan must have been shaken violently by the news that brought him. However, the boy looked strong and strong and could also accept the presence of Zafran as his biological father.

"I'm sorry, Son. Excuse me. Dad was wrong because he scared you. Dad's desperate, Rayan. I'm just afraid I can't see you because I'm sick. I just want to see your son's face before death comes to pick him up. Sorry Dad, please excuse me Dad," said Zafran as he bowed to hide the roar of tears.

Rayan stepped closer and closer, rubbing Zafran's cheek cleared her of tears. The man looked up, staring fully at the child's bead.

"Rayan doesn't hate Dad, Rayan is sorry. Papah said if there is no Father, there can be no Rayan. Thanks because Dad, Rayan can be here, have a strong Mom, there is a great Papah, and now there is a Brother too. Rayan dear to Dad, quickly healed so we can play together," said the boy straightforwardly.

It seemed like Rayan had already compiled those words into sentences ever since they were on the trip. The boy hugged Zafran, tightly. Thanking him for being him then the figure of Rayan can exist in this world. As bad as parents, they are still the most meritorious people for a child's life.

Seira who saw helplessly held back the cries, she leaned her head on her husband's shoulder, muffling the cries that had come out without her permission. Jago turned his face reluctant to see the novelty.

Nisa who easily touched her heart, hugging Hendra hid a cry in the armpit of the husband. Remembering Hana, if the child was in the position of Rayan, would it be as strong as Rayan? Oh, naw! Do not imagine, do not let her husband do the stupidity that will make Hana as the main victim.

Zafran's cry grew, how little he felt in front of the child. The feeling of regret further squeezes the chest cavity, making it tight and painful. Why and why? If only, those words could not bring back the time that had been wasted.

"I'm sorry, Son. I can calm down now, pray you can be healed. I want to play with you, too" Zafran shuddered.

Rayan nodded in a hug. A moving meeting.