I'm The One You Throw Out
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"Mom!"
Rayan unintentionally looked back, and her lips continued to smile as she looked at the graceful hijab-wearing woman. She stepped side by side with her husband while carrying Fathiya. Their hands clutched as if nothing could separate them.
The boy ran over, and hugged both of them. His face looks shining because the awaited finally arrived.
"Well you come get Rayan?" tanyanya, raise your head to the mama.
"Yes, honey. Papah asked, why? No way," said Seira a little frown.
Rayan chuckled, continuing to shake her head while turning around.
"Grandmother Tanyain Mamah earlier, Grandma wanted to meet Mamah. Go, Mah!" he said that he glanced back at Seira before pulling the woman's hand.
Fatih nodded her head as her wife turned to him. Seira follows the pull of Rayan's hand, approaching an old woman who returns in tears at the arrival of her former daughter-in-law.
"Assalamualaikum, Mum. How are you doing? We haven't greeted each other for a long time, I hope you recover soon, yes" said Seira without burden.
He smiled and made my heart more broken. The daughter-in-law he dumped once without feeling is now living a decent and happy life. Contrary to the fate that overturns his life. Now he believes that life revolves like a wheel. Sometimes he is above, but it is not impossible to be below in just a short time.
Mother's lips were open, twitching to speak. Her tears kept falling. Behind him, there is Lita who is very embarrassed to see the arrival of Seira. Moreover, the appearance of the woman has been covered makes her look more perfect.
"Ma-ma-af ..." - Mom followed by her cry that faltered.
"Ma-ma-maafin sa-sa-ya, sa-i ba-nyak do-sa sa-ma ka-mu," continued Mother again despite her hard work.
Seira shook her head as she slowly approached. He crouched down in front of the old woman while holding her hand. The other hand held baby Fathiya in a sling.
"I'm sorry, Mother. That used to be no longer necessary, focus on the same recovery Mother so that Mother's grandchildren are happy to be able to play with her Grandmother," said Seira with her tenderness.
He was like that, when he spoke he never raised his voice. Even when he was angry, he always refrained from speaking softly. Hearing the words of the woman he was wasting first, Mother was increasingly embarrassed.
After this, he promised to live better in the future. God gave him a long life to watch his two grandchildren grow.
"Te-te-ri-ma ka-sih." Mother tightened her grip on Seira's hand pouring all the flavors in her heart through the touch of their skin.
Beside him, Zafran could not stand staring at his ex-wife. This is what Fatih did not want, the man could not keep his eyes on him, but he waited until Seira finished his business.
The woman moved on, turning to Lita who was immediately bowed when their eyes met. Don't you want him to apologize? Or just shy. Lastly, her beautiful eyes fell on the ex-husband, she looked pitiful.
"See, I'm sorry for all my mistakes. Sorry," said Zafran while bowing his face.
"I'm sorry to all of you. So, don't remember what happened again. Just focus on your pain, Zafran. Fight for recovery because your two children want to play with their father" said Seira. Inexplicably it becomes a sting for Zafran's heart that is on the verge of dying of drought.
Seira again dropped her eyes on Mother, the old figure was still crying.
"Yes, if so, excuse me. It's late afternoon, and Rayan has to clean up. I say goodbye, assalamualaikum!" seira concluded the meeting that day.
He took Rayan's hand after the boy greeted his grandmother and father. The two turned to approach Fatih and Biya who were waiting. Seira smiled, relieved of heart after she gave it all away. Fatih carried Rayan, and embraced the wife's waist.
Under everyone's eyes, Seira now looked happy. His life, which was once filled with suffering, is now studded with love and compassion. The man made her queen.
*****
Months have passed, Fathiya grows bigger, Rayan has gone to school, and Biya enters college. Lita's life was getting better, she diligently visited Mom at the orphanage. It's better that I'm there because Lita has to work and can't keep an eye on Mom always.
Rayan also always visited the hospital to visit Zafran. The condition of the man is getting better and better, two of his encouragement always make Zafran's heart flowered and happy.
"Dad, Rayan went to school. Here, take a look at Rayan's writing, good, right?" the boy visited Zafran on the weekend.
"Well, really. Father's son is great," praised Zafran as he rubbed his son's head.
"Dad heals yet? Later if Dad is healed, Rayan wants to be picked up with Dad," asked the boy expectantly.
Zafran was moved, hugging his son's body in the hope that he could grant the child's request.
"God willing. Father Doain, yes, so that he can recover quickly and can pick up Rayan," said Zafran with his heart sliced.
Rayan nodded with a smile, her little heart also hoped so. The two often play together, Fatih will not hesitate to drive Rayan to meet Zafran if the child wants to visit his father.
****
The following days continued, Rayan went to school with Fatih. He is a supple child, easily adapt to the environment, and become a favorite student because of the kindness he often does. He shines, wherever he is.
The return hour had passed, Rayan was sitting waiting near the school gate. Accompanied by school security, he waited for an invitation.
"Franch!"
"Dad!" He jumped from his seat, ran and hugged Zafran.
"Dad he healed?" ask her with a happy feeling.
Zafran nodded, not wanting to let his two children down.
"We'll pick up Kak Nai, the abis we look at Grandma. Dad asked permission from Mamah" said Zafran while holding Rayan's hand.
The boy nodded happily, being able to walk around like now made him even happier. Although only riding the angkot, but Rayan did not mind. She smiles all the way to Naina's school.
Just like Rayan, Naina also looks happy. The three went to visit Mom with a cheerful feeling.
Uhuk-uhuk!
"Dad! Is dad okay?" Rayan asked in panic as Zafran coughed violently.
The man looked up, with great difficulty he smiled and nodded. His hands clasped the bodies of the two children, clutching them full of love and love. They hugged back, not knowing that Zafran was holding back the pain. Gathered with both of them and Mother, making Zafran's life feel peaceful and serene.
****
"Rome! Where are you, baby?" Fatih shouted to his wife. He was in the room accompanying Fathiya.
"What, anyway, Mas? Screaming. Take Rara's name again, ashamed to know." Seira came with her pouting face.
It was nice to tease that woman.
"I was twilight, the little girl I knew as Rara was named Seira Maharani. Hmm .. I just don't want it turns out that I don't know your long name," said Fatih more tempting, his hands clutching Seira's body tightly.
"Udah, really. I just don't know, I used to call Mas what," he said as he bowed to hide the red hue on the cheek. He hit Fatih's field chest in shame.
"You want to know?"
Seira nodded shyly.
"Look, anyway, when you used to call Mas use the name of brother. That's it, "he replied.
Seira looked up again, making sure there were no lies from the answer.
"Really?"
Fatih nodded her head for sure. The two often stay at Mother's house, playing in a small garden behind the house to remember the good times.
****
"Dad, wakeup. It's late afternoon, don't we have to go home?" rayan's vomit wakes up Zafran who is lying in the garden chair of the orphanage.
He fell asleep while accompanying his two children to play with his mother. The condition of the woman the longer the better, she was even almost fluent in speaking.
"Well, get up, Dad. I'm looking forward to Cariin. Come on, let's go home." Naina also woke up Zafran while shaking the man's body slowly.
"Grandmother! I don't want to wake up!" report Rayan to Mom.
The old woman moved her wheelchair closer to Zafran, smiling at the son.
"Son, wake. Take Rayan and Naina home, yeah. It's late in the afternoon" said Mother whispering in her ear.
Zafran's consciousness flinched, he opened his eyes and hurriedly sat down.
"Come on!"
Flanked by Rayan and Naina, Zafran left the nursing home where she had been treated. While chattering along the way about whatever they played that day with the grandmother.
When they got home, they kept telling me about what they were doing.
\=Tamat\=
Hi, hi, thank you to all the readers who have been loyal and so patient waiting for this story to be completed. Thanks to the prayers of all the brothers, in the end the heart of the othor was also knocked to heal Zafran.
Thank you for all the support, warm greetings are always for all of you.
Oya, peep is also othor's new work, yes. Just updated earlier, the title MOHABBAT. See you in the next story, bye bye!
Assalaamu'alaikum!
