I'm The One You Throw Out

Fatih's Great Secret

"What's up, brother? Why the same Sei?" biya asked when she saw the look on Fatih's face that suddenly stiffened after receiving a call from Seira.

"Sister doesn't know, Sei asked Big Brother to come home right now," Fatih replied confusedly.

"Well, we go home that way." Biya was about to move on, but Fatih was arrested.

"No. I think you stay here Temenin Rayan, let Brother go home. Poor Rayan still wants them, "attacked Fatih quickly.

According to Biya, he returned to his seat and waited. Thinking about what kind of trouble happened so Fatih had to come back.

The man approached them, smiling awkwardly at everyone.

"Mmm .. sorry, but I have to go back. There was a problem in the restaurant that needed me" Fatih said in front of the four people who were chatting.

Zafran and Mother both looked up, as well as Rayan and Naina.

"Why hurry, sir?" asked Zafran with a frown on the forehead.

"What's up, Pah? Rayan came home with Papah," said Rayan immediately stood up and approached Fatih.

Fatih's hand rubbed her head, smiling as the boy looked towards her.

"Honey, Rayan's here, yeah. There is also Aunty who will, later in the afternoon Papah pick up if all the problems are finished. The same father Grandma still misses Rayan," said Fatih.

He could not bear to see the old woman's sad face when Rayan chose to come home with him. The boy looked at the grandmother, then nodded after noticing the look on his old face.

Fatih looked back at Zafran, smiling at the man.

"Yes, Sir. I had to rush home to solve the problem. If so, excuse me. I tipped Rayan with my sister there, later in the afternoon I picked them up," said Fatih as he rubbed Rayan's head and kissed her.

Rayan greeted Fatih before the man nodded his head and left the park in a hurry. His heart was not calm considering Seira's voice that sounded angry on the phone. What's the matter?

He drove his car quickly. Honey, the weekend has to face snaking congestion. Fatih hit the steering wheel, impatient to get home soon. The sound of car horns that are mutually unpretentious to each other, adds to the complexity of the situation.

Slowly the congestion was unraveled and Fatih immediately went on a trip. He continued to get into the back of the restaurant and hurried down to meet Seira at home.

"Assalamualaikum! Sei!" Fatih's voice echoed in the middle room. He didn't even take off his shoes because he was worried about Seira.

"Practice, what's up, son? Why are you in such a hurry as gini?" scold Mom who appeared from behind.

"Where is it, Mom? Sei called and asked Fatih to come home" asked Fatih anxiously.

"Don't be so tight, Fathiya is sleeping. I saw Seira at the restaurant, just try to find her there," replied Mother.

Without delay, Fatih immediately ran to the restaurant. Look around looking for the existence of the wife among the many heads that day.

"Say!" He called Gilang who appeared from the kitchen.

"Yes, Sir. What's up?" asked Gilang as soon as he arrived in front of Fatih.

"You seen Sei? Mother said he was here," Fatih asked as she continued to scout every single head there.

"Oh, Mom went to my office. He said he wanted to look around Mr.'s workspace," replied Gilang.

Fatih freeze. Why did Seira suddenly want to look around her study?

"Great!" Fatih hurriedly turned around and ran towards his room.

He breathed in the long air and threw it away at once. Open the door of the room slowly, like a thief who is afraid of being discovered.

"Darling!" Fatih called him lirih.

Walk in and close the door slowly. His face grimaced when he saw the many photos scattered on the floor of the room.

I thought, Sei must have found this. Athaghfirullah! What am I supposed to say?

Fatih's face lifted up looking at Seira who was standing facing the window. Stare downstream at vehicles and people around the restaurant.

"Darling!"

Seira turned around with a crimson face, Fatih was stunned. Holding a breath of fear, gulped spit that felt thorny piercing the throat.

Fatih's heart was busy muttering, standing with a restless face. I don't know what will be the answer when Seira asks about the little girl.

Seira's footsteps even made both of Fatih's legs tremble on their own. Really, his heart is broken now. What's gonna happen next? He is still waiting.

"What does that mean, Mom?"

Seira stopped in front of the man, wrapped her hands around his neck, intimidating. His lips smiled faintly, but were piercingly sharp. Fatih knew that the woman was holding back her anger.

"W-what? I don't understand" replied Fatih nervously.

Seira chuckled, looking down for a while before looking back at her. His right hand went down and played on the chest of the husband's field.

"It is clear why all the photos can be here and stored neatly," demanded Seira while pressing her nape.

He looked wild that day, but Fatih knew Seira was not teasing him. Both of Fatih's eyes twitched uneasily, he had expected Seira to ask about all that.

"I-it's just the past, baby. He also lost him, really. Don't get angry, yes," Fatih said as she wrapped her hands around Seira's waist.

"Why, Mas? Why should be eliminated? If I don't want to?" the tananya increasingly make Fatin sweat.

"Say, believe the same. It's just the past .. Well, it's just the past, baby. You don't believe it, it's just children, anyway" replied Fatih again still berkilah.

Seira hit her chest slowly, the anger just vanished just like that changed with a red pseudo on the cheek.

"That's not what I asked. I asked why the pictures are here?" press Seira explained what she wanted to ask.

Fatih was getting nervous, now he regretted why not obey the mother's words to release all those memories. Truly pointless regret.

"Th-that ...."

"Want to know who the little girl in the picture is? Does Mas know?" seira asked to interrupt Fatih's words.

"Di-he's Mas' childhood friend, baby. Now you don't know where he is either? I have not been in contact with him for a long time, either" replied Fatih who tightened his hands on Seira's waist.

"Are you still expecting his presence?" Seira is demanding.

Fatih shook his head quickly. Refusing the contents of the wife's thought, but Seira just pouted. He looked disappointed with Fatih's reply. What the hell is it?

"I'm disappointed. Why is Mas shaking?" Seira stared at her husband's manic wist.

"Yes, because Mas already has you, baby," replied Fatih confidently.

"Do you want to know where the little girl is now?"

Fatih shook her head again.

"Why today I'm disappointed. Do you know who that little girl is?"

This time Fatih was silent, neither nodding nor shaking. He was afraid that Seira was getting disappointed by it.

"You know what, Mom?" Seira pressed down on Fatih's chest until his hand could feel the beating from within. He chuckled to himself, without caring for Fatih who was already flooded with sweat.

"He's here, Mas. In front of you. That's a picture of me again as a kid, I'd love to. I've taken everything, Mas," replied Seira, laying her head on the chest of Fatih's field.

I swear by anything, Fatih was stunned after hearing the wife's testimony.

"W-what ...."

"Yes, Mas. It's me, apparently our destiny has been tied up since childhood. True said the boy, I will not be happy with anyone because only he can make me happy. And now, everything is proven. Thanks, yes, Mas," said Seira, looking up at his face.

Fatih's lips twitched, his tongue was unable to speak. It was nice not to play, because the little girl who had been present in his dream was the woman he married.

Fatih grabbed Seira's body, crying full of haru. A wait that was not in vain. In the end fate brings them together though unintentionally.

"O Allah, Alhamdulillah. Thank you, O God. I can finally keep my promise. Thank you." Thank you." Fatih kissed Seira's head gratefully. It's a miracle, fate won't be wrong to choose.

****

Be finished!