I'm The One You Throw Out

Both Time

There, in a simple stall, sat two people facing each other. None of them had started the conversation since sitting there ten minutes ago. Lita turned the pipette in the glass, stirring while watching the man in front of her who was bowed in.

I don't know what he feels like right now. He himself did not understand. A miss? It was clear that Lita's heart no longer felt that one word. Hate it? There may be little because of Zafran's treatment first.

"Where's Mom? Who's taking Mom now?" tanya Lita opened the language.

The woman glanced to the left side, where Naina and Doctor Hendra were playing. Give them time to talk to each other.

Remembering Mom, Zafran himself did not know where he was now. The last time he left Hendra and then never saw him again.

"Hendra who knows, just ask him," said Zafran softly and quivering.

Lita let out a long sigh and threw him away with a single blow.

"You're selfish, Mas. Just try that time you throw away the selfish nature in you, everything will not be chaotic like this. Now that everything has changed, you should also start to fix yourself. I'm not saying that I'm a good person, but I'm aware that there's a Naina that I need to raise. I don't want everything that happened in the past to be a burden for life" Lita said in a calm manner.

This time they did have to speak up to finish something that had not finished in the past.

"Me and Naina have been fine all this time. Since you no longer expected me, I decided to find my own way of life, Mas." Lita turned her gaze at Naina at a glance and looked back at Zafran.

"Where are you, my friend? You're still gonna be so selfish? I think all you do is torture yourself. There's no luck, is there? Your heart is getting sicker, and you never feel calm. Naina never hated you, she loved her father. Every day whining wants to see you, but I'm afraid you'll reject him just as much as you used to. I can't see Naina being sad, Mas. I can't," said Lita holding back her oral vibration.

He bit his lips, as the shadow of Zafran arrogantly refused his apology. It still hurts. Oh, what else is Seira? How can his heart be so strong? How she was able to be okay all this time when the pain and suffering that Zafran gave to welcome her pregnancy, was incredible. A sense of regret and guilt was always present in the mind whenever Seira's shadow was cast out flashed.

"I've realized everything, Lita. I am also living my life right now. I will not ask you to make it back to me because maybe the wound in your heart gaping is quite big. I just want to ask your permission to play with Naina if I miss. That's it," said Zafran resisting the burning sensation in the chest.

Let it all be like this, maybe it'll be better. The important thing for him to still be able to meet with Naina, it was more than enough not to want to ask for more as usual.

Lita sighed, hearing Zafran's reply her heart was heartless. He thought the man was still as selfish as ever. He has really changed and hopefully will continue to lead to a better life.

"I'm not going to stop you from meeting Naina, because she never hated you. He always said when Nai could see Dad. You know, he was afraid to meet you because of the video, but when you apologized yesterday ... Nai says, Nai doesn't hate me. Nai I'm sorry Dad. From there, he kept asking when he wanted to look at Dad. Nai misses Dad."

Lita lowered her face while biting her lips holding back the cry that wanted to sneer. Zafran's shoulders trembled, crying hearing the story of little Naina who wanted to meet him.

The body of the man who is getting thinner dry, is enough to prove he has no hope of recovery. No one supports his desire to be healed. From now on, Lita and Naina will give her support. She must recover, at least until Naina and Rayan prepare to let go.

Zafran cried increasingly bitterly, his head shaking not knowing how much longer the rest of his age in this world. Indeed, no one knows about the age because it is all the secrets of the Creator, but precisely because of ignorance that as humans must be prepared to welcome the arrival of His messenger.

"I don't know, hopefully I'm still given a long life to see them, but like this it's enough for me to take it all off. I'm happy with my life now, I'm happy to see them both. I will definitely recover, this pain will not be long," said Zafran with confidence in the heart.

He smiled as their eyes clashed. The two male beads looked calm and peaceful although the restlessness was still slightly visible there. Maybe she wants to meet her mother, the woman who gave birth to her into the world.

Well, hopefully Hendra will bring the old figure in front of him or take him away to meet the old woman. Zafran really wished he could see and embrace his mother. Maybe he will have peace of heart perfectly.

"Dad!"

The arrival of Naina with the doll in her hands brought their chatter to a halt. The little girl did not hesitate to sit on the lap of the father, showing the doll that Lita bought from the results of working in the minimarket. He also enthusiastically told about his school and the values he got.

"Dad knows, Nai can read, you know. In Nai's class who reads best. The teacher likes to ask Nai to come forward, read on the board," he said, staring intently at Zafran, assuring him that what he said was not a lie.

"Yes?"

The little girl nodded steadily, returning to tell me about her friends at school. He looks happy, cheerful and smart. Zafran smiled as he listened to Naina's story. Sometimes it will rub the child's head if it tells him something to be proud of.

"That, Dad. He said Sunday that there would be a test tomorrow, Father doain Nai, yes, so that Nai could take the test" Naina concluded.

Zafran hugged his body tightly, kissing his temple proudly.

"Dad is proud of Nai, still a good and smart child, yes. Never worry Mom," said Zafran as he glanced at Lita who was secretly crying.

"Not just Mom, Dad, but Dad too. I have to see Nai get the champion later," said Naina straightened out Zafran's remarks.

The man nodded, how happy he was to hear the story of the boy and his school.

Keep shining, baby. You're Dad's sun.