I'm The One You Throw Out

Conscious

"Zafran!"

The voice that called out made Zafran's steps come to a halt. He turned around with squinting eyes, a crease on his forehead appearing as his eyes collided with the caller's eyes.

"He-hendra?"

Zafran paled, like a thief caught red-handed. Sculpting near his car awaits Hendra's arrival.

"I know why you're here?" he said he arrived immediately in front of Zafran.

The man misbehaved himself, rubbing his nape all wrong. His face turned away for a moment throwing a pseudo on the cheek. Then, back at Hendra with a suspicious look.

"What are you doing here yourself? Any calls around here? But it's far from the hospital here" Zafran asked, also forgetting that they were rivals when the bachelor was.

Hendra smiled mysteriously, saying confidently, "Just like you. Whatever it is." The smile she was printing looked annoying.

"Why because ...."

"Yup! I was curious to have the cake shop because the cakes were made by Seira. Let's say I also often eat Sei cake first. So, I came to try to find my curiosity. Uh ... no year, eeh ...."

Hendra plays Zafran's teasing eyebrows. Not wrong indeed, other than because of curiosity, Zafran has another motive to come to the store. A hidden intention that only he knows.

"You're really curious, too, but you need to know who owns the store is a man. His name is Rayan, the store was given a name according to his name. Though, I wish the store had Seira." Zafran let out a long breath.

Leaning the body on the car body, staring at the clouds in the sky. Hope the power can be met with the ex-wife.

I think that's your son's name, Zafran. Honey, you don't know yet if you have a child from Sei. Let it be, just keep her son Lita as your son.

Hendra was very regretful with the attitude of Zafran who hastily decided to divorce Seira at that time.

"Why are you disappointed? But wonder also, anyway, the taste of the cake is very similar to the cake made by Sei." Hendra thought, silently glancing at Zafran who was still stunned looking at the sky.

"Where's your wife? You alone?" search Zafran while upholding his body. Switching the conversation from Seira.

"Well, he's around here somewhere. In that salon. I'm waiting for her here again" replied Hendra showing a beauty salon to Zafran.

"Lita know you came here?" Hendra.

Zafran sighed, thinking about his relationship with Lita was not as beautiful as it used to be. I'm not as happy as I was with Seira. Moreover, he was also involved in an affair with Mala without Lita's knowledge.

For this reason, he sold his house and warehouse and moved to other parts of Jakarta. Merely just to avoid Mala and all her demands.

"Make what? My relationship with him feels bland, even though our son was born. I don't know why I feel Naina doesn't look like me at all." Zafran smiled wryly.

Imagine Naina's face with all her behavior. I said, Zafran was never like that when he was a kid.

"Why?" Hendra squinted his eyes, his hands folded on his stomach, focusing on Zafran's tangled facial ripples.

"No need to think macem-macem, I think he's changed a little now. Not kayak used to often wander, but if dibandingin time you same Sei emang seems happier with him than he is now. Be patient for now, mah, Zafran. Not yet the time" said Hendra while playing the eyebrows.

Zafran frowned feeling Hendra kept many secrets that he did not know. Thousands of hands were ringing in the head, jostling for answers.

"What do you mean?" the question is half tense.

"Mas!"

A woman's call took Hendra's eyes off.

"I'll go first. Remember, be patient!"

Hendra patted Zafran on the shoulder before running towards Nisa. Hugged the woman and without hesitation kissed her forehead. All of that was witnessed by Zafran and again remembered Seira. In the past, he often did that, but now it feels reluctant. Household relations are no more just a sense of responsibility because it has impregnated Lita.

Zafran let out a sigh, again the name Seira dominates his feelings. Whatever he sees, what he hears, is always and always related to that woman. Is it because of the sins he committed against her?

"Why do you keep bothering me, Sei. Don't you want me to be happy? You also deliberately did not come to the trial time so I continue to feel guilty with you, right?"

He's monologuing.

"Now I realize, what I feel is not love like before, but because the guilt has fallen in talak at the wrong time. Also maybe you are not willing to have me kicked out of the house, but why do not you come continue to talk to me? Hide like a coward." Zafran smiled obliquely.

Opened the car door and rushed into it, turning on the engine while pondering for a moment.

"From now on I won't let you ruin my life again. Well, my wife is now Lita and she's all I love. We also have a beautiful and happy child. Come, Zafran. You've got nothing wrong with Seira, so don't think about her anymore."

Zafran's car drove away from the yard of a store where he parked. Her feelings back up on Lita after realizing something. He even stopped in front of the florist, buying a bunch of roses as a gift for his wife.

Glimpsed cake packs are also flowers with a smile, imagine the bright face of Lita and certainly tonight they will do everything like a newlyweds.

*****

Mom and Lita wait for Zafran's arrival in the living room. Since their arrival from the man, the two kept silent not speaking. Only Naina's babble dominated the room.

Why is Zafran there, huh? Does he have the same thoughts as me? I was curious to have that shop. The taste of the cakes there is similar to the cake made by Sei.

Mom murmured inwardly, though hands played the tv remote, but hearts and minds dodged the new cake shop. Lita is not much different, focusing on Naina, but her mind continues to drift on Zafran who came out of the cake shop.

Why did Mas Zafran get out of there? Did he make Naina's birthday cake order, huh? Why am I so nervous like this, anyway. Duh, I don't feel very good.

Lita also muttered, the face that was polished by the makeup looked restless. Tousled and uninspired. Surveys of suspicion sprung up around his face, piling up in the heart incarnated into a fear.

Don't let Mas Zafran cheat, I don't want to be the same fate as Seira. Dumped that. Nope! I don't want to!

The roar of Zafran's car diverted the two, Lita stood up and walked to the terrace approaching the husband. Instead of smiling, Lita looked suspiciously at the man.