I'm The One You Throw Out

Completing the Curiosity

"Where? You guys got any info on where they're moving to?"

Someone asked the group of people lined up in front of him. One of them came forward to report.

"Udah, Boss. We've also said that it's them."

He smiled with satisfaction and said, "Good! I like your performance. Go back and wait for my next order."

They nodded compactly, then turned around and left the place. As late as they went, he sat on the sofa enjoying a cup of warm jasmine tea served by his assistant. Sitting while piling his legs to make plans that he will do for the future.

He glimpsed a flat object on the table, he took it slowly. His tapering finger again smoothly scrolls the screen of the object looking for a name to contact immediately. He cleared his throat before putting it on his ear.

"Mmm .. You watch the house, report to me what happened there. Don't let your guard down! Every second is precious" he said, closing the connection without hearing an answer.

His thin lips untangled a sly, evil and deceptive smile. Revenge flared from the radiance of both eyes.

"We'll see! Are you still happy? I won't let you be happy. You and your family must suffer."

Furious, that's what happened to him. Squeezing the cup in hand until the water inside swayed. The heart has been filled with revenge, whatever is done must invite danger and harm all parties. Not just himself.

*****

Elsewhere, an adult male sits in a car alone. From behind the wheel of his view can not be separated at a cake shop that crowded visitors.

After tasting the cake that afternoon, the curious Zafran almost daily watched the newly opened shop. It had a name on it, 'Arrayan Cake'. He spelled carefully every letter written on the banner in front of the store.

"I've been here three days, but I've never seen anyone with that shop. Did I come and ask who has it?" Zafran monologues in solitude.

His fingers squeezed the steering wheel a little strongly. Thinking and weighing should come down and ask directly.

"Well, rather than me dying curiously mending down aja. Hopefully my guess is right, the taste of the cake is very similar to Sei's."

He reflected on the rearview, judging his own appearance. Open the car door and exit carefully. Once again scan what is attached to his body before stepping. Like people who are in love will meet the idol.

Zafran crossed, along in line with some buyers who were still lined up in front of the store. Wait until there is nothing left.

"Yes, Sir. What do you want to order?" ask the guard kindly.

Zafran was silent for a while, there was a doubt that was seeping in his heart. I don't know.

"Can I meet the same one who owns this store?" the tanya held the shakes on the tongue. Nervous, well, Zafran was suddenly nervous.

"Can, Sir. Please sit! I called first," replied the guard kindly.

His hand pointed at a chair politely. Inside the store there are also round tables surrounded by four chairs. Sitting with loved ones while enjoying a cup of warm tea and accompanied by delicious pastries, is indeed very exciting.

Downstream humans and vehicles become a scene when staring at the glass window. Zafran nodded, immediately sitting down to wait.

"This is the tea, sir. Please taste while waiting," he said again put a small plate of cake complete with warm tea.

"Sey?" Zafran muttered as he recognized the distinctive smell of the tea.

Just like Seira always made, the tea with the smell of jasmine is not pungent, but cool to enjoy. Calms and relaxes the mind. The sip of the tea, stunned Zafran when he regained the pampering taste of his tongue. It was as if he had found something long lost.

His heart was pounding uncontrollably even the palms felt moist because nervous about meeting the ex-wife who had been looking for. Forgetting Lita and her son, in mind arranged what words he would say when he met her.

The sound of knocking shoes on the floor further makes Zafran's heart hammer. He cleared his throat neutralizing his attitude and expelling the nervousness that controlled the heart. It is unexpected that after almost a year of searching they will meet in this place. He stood up while justifying the clothes he was wearing, welcoming the arrival of the person he was waiting for.

However, all that hope and happiness evaporated just like that, flying with the arrival of someone who emerged from behind the wall.

"There, sir. He wants to meet you directly, " said the guard while pointing to Zafran who was stunned in his chair.

The man smiled as he took his steps closer to Zafran. While there, turning away threw away the disappointment that immediately perched in his heart.

"Good day! Sorry, whose father?" ask the shop owner kindly.

He extended his hand to Zafran, very polite and friendly. The man turned away, glancing at the smooth hand in front of him before shaking.

"I'm Fran, do you own this store?" ask Zafran to make sure. Deliberately disguising his name to cover up the embarrassment.

Their hand link was released, the shopkeeper allowed Zafran to sit down before speaking.

"Yes, I own this shop. My name is Rayan, that's why I named this store Arrayan. Yes, take from my name," the owner replied without being asked.

Zafran mangosteen, his face looks stupid now. In the heart of the angry swearing, it was certain that the name of the store was the name of the owner.

"So, is there anything you want to talk about? Or wonder first, direct message can also be," asked Rayan with a friendly smile at Zafran.

Instead of answering, Zahran was stunned. He has no plan B. Think and think, what should he discuss with that owner.

"Ah, here. Tomorrow Sunday my son wants a birthday, can I order a cake from here with a beautiful wrap as a gift for guests?" zafran asked straightforwardly for a moment he recalled the conversation Lita and her mother had.

"Oh, that problem. Can, Sir. Very able. You just note how many packages are needed, what date and do not forget the delivery time as well. Let us get everything ready ahead of time" replied the owner.

Zafran nodded his head in understanding. Although disappointed, at least he was not ashamed because there was another reason for coming there.

"Nin, the note sheet!" pinta Rayan to the guard.

The girl nodded and approached with a notebook in hand as well as a pen.

"Note here, sir. Don't forget to leave a phone number that we can call" Rayan said, handing the book to Zafran.

Without discussing with his wife and mother, Zafran decided. He made a deal with the store owner, paying a down payment before going out.

Not surprisingly, elsewhere a white car also oversees the store. Not only that, a pair of eyes were installed for days not far from the store.

"Boss?"

"Zafran?"

Among them Lita and Mother also witnessed firsthand Zafran who came out of the store ushered the owner earlier.

"Mas Zafran? Why did he get out of that store, Mom?" ask Lita. Thousands of questions are piled up in the mind.

"I don't know, we better go home and wait at home." Mother was a little suspicious, her old tongue felt the same way. The sense of being lost now seems to go back to looking for it.