I'm The One You Throw Out

Typical Flavor Of A Cake

"Udah, Non. Don't do it later, right, someone else does. Inget, said Den Fatih Non should not intervene directly," said Bi Sari while taking a lap from Seira's hand.

The woman with her already enlarged stomach let out a breath. He still wants to work, doing everything himself because of his love of work.

"But I'm bosen, Bi. Just ranting, this is it. I also want to work." Seira sulks. Her lips were pursed in an agitation, but Bi Sari was worried considering the condition of her weak body.

"Yes Aunty knows, but Non also has to sip. Not alone, it's in the stomach. If his mother is soybean, then he will also be restless. Aunty does not want to kayak that night again, there is no Fatih Den here," Bi Sari's story does not want to be denied.

Hearing that Seira realized, she looked at her stomach while rubbing it gently. Smile happily because there are many people who love also vent their attention to him.

"A true aunt, yes. I think they came too" he said, giving up.

The two walked out welcoming the three workers directly selected by Fatih himself. To all middle-aged women who are good at work.

Seira builds her dream even though it is only in a small town. Pouring his hobby of cooking into a profitable business field. With the help of capital from Fatih, Seira rented a shophouse to open a cake shop there.

Together with Bi Sari, they started from zero. Furthermore, at Fatih's suggestion, Seira was not allowed to go down directly to the kitchen to make various kinds of cakes. The young man brought three people his choice who can be relied on and trained.

The business he pioneered was growing, orders almost every day were always there. Sometimes he takes a few more people to help if the cake order is booming.

"Good morning, Mom!" greet the three men politely.

"Morning! Thanks, yes, it's been on the date so early. Not having breakfast yet?" ask Seira kindly.

"Already, Mom. We want to go straight to work, ma'am," said one of them.

Seira smiled, she stared at the departure of the three to the kitchen led by Bi Sari directly. Thanks to his efforts now, Seira and Bi Sari no longer live in the village. The two decide to move out and live on the second floor of the shophouse.

Although it was only a rental, but both were not short of laughter and happiness. Fatih has not yet arrived, he is being preoccupied with Seira's divorce with the lawyer. Actually, Seira wants to take care of herself, but considering her pregnancy is a secret and she doesn't want to until Zafran finds out. Be, it's all left to Fatih's lawyer.

Seira walks into the kitchen after helping to clear the front of the store. There are special employees who are assigned to stand guard in front and he often helps him.

"Bi, these are all orders today, yes. Please prepare everything according to the time stated. Don't be late" he said, giving Bi Sari a notebook.

"Ready, Non!"

Seira laughed, they were all familiar because the master was indiscriminate let alone condescending them. It was Seira's life, but to return to Jakarta he was not ready. Maybe a few more years, or none at all.

*****

Months had passed, Zafran had just come from the religious court. Listen to the verdict hearing while hoping to meet with Seira and talk about his desire to refer.

However, until the trial ended, the figure awaited never showed his nose there. He dropped down on the sofa, his face looking tired. Kuyu is not glowing.

Zafran rubbed his hair, the shadow of Seira's smile flashed in his mind. Laughing at her who could not forget all the memories of her.

"Mas! You home?"

At that moment, Lita's voice even sounded like the deafening neigh of a donkey. Unpleasant to hear, which makes the ear becomes sick because of it.

"Hallo, honey. Here's Dad." Zafran took over the nearly one-year-old baby. Holding him and playing with him without feeling tired.

Lita sat next to him after asking the housekeeper to make a fresh drink for Zafran. She did not change at all, remaining as she used to be a queen.

"Where's the trial, Mas? Kok, that was really lackluster," asked Lita while watching the ripples on her husband's face.

Zafran was indifferent, not wanting to discuss it. Disappointment is present on the face of the woman with one child, since the laziness of both parents Zafran attitude has not returned again. Even after the man asked her to move residence for one thing.

The reason Lita received was because Zafran wanted to erase all memories with Seira. However, the ripples on her husband's haggard face that day, signified a secret she kept.

Their household assistant came up with a glass of orange juice for Zafran. He placed it on the table, glancing at the master in awe. Lita really didn't like to see her flirtatious behavior, but it was Mom who brought the woman home. He can't do anything.

"Udah there! Why are you still here?" ketus Lita when the assistant was actually standing in front of Zafran.

"Yes, Mom."

Rushing he went back to the kitchen, a little swearing at the female master who was so chatty and like to organize. He doesn't like.

Lita snorted, her attention returning to Zafran and his son who was playing. The knocking of the approaching move caught Lita's attention. Mother came to bring a box of cake with a beautiful wrap.

"What is that, Mom?" ask Lita.

Mom sat on the couch and put her luggage on the table.

"It's a cake, I was abis arisan's mother. The owner of the house loves this, the cakes are delicious. Different from the usual cake that we like to buy. He said there was a new cake shop in front of the supermarket at the end of the street. Cobain, deh, delicious," said Mother as she handed the cake to Lita.

The woman took it, bit and felt it. It tastes different from the cake they used to buy.

"Yes, delicious. Mas, this is Mom bringing cake. Tasty, you know," Lita bargained with Zafran whose world was turned to the child.

"It's the same, baby. Eat this, Daddy's son!" Lita and Mother smiled, also anxious to see the behavior of the two. They were happy, the rice storehouse was running stably unhindered.

"It's different, Mas. Cobain, deh," said Lita again while continuing to chew the cake.

Zafran is indifferent, keep playing with his son.

"Mmc ... Ma'am, Naina's birthday is coming, I'm going to eat some cake at this store. It's okay, Mom. Abis delicious cake," he said remembering the birthday of the child who lived just a few days away.

"Byeah, good too. Mother Denger if pesen many definitely get a discounted price. Very good who has a store," said Mother agreed.

"Try what, anyway, it feels like. The feeling of all cakes is the same," said Zafran while taking a cake wrapped in banana leaves.

He ate it, Seira used to make cakes as he ate. To be distributed to orphans and people on the streets. With just one bite, the cake takes him to the memories of the past.

The taste that the cake served was really special and stuck to his tongue.

This ... is impossible!