I'm The One You Throw Out

On Naina's Birthday

The days Zafran and Lita spent were filled with smiles, carving happy stories on the path of life they took. Since his arrival with a bunch of flowers, Zafran changed his love destiny. No longer caring about all about Seira, he is currently happy with his small family.

"Naina, I'm a very beautiful child, anyway," praised Lita.

She was dressing the child like a princess. With a diamond-studded crown he ordered specifically for the child's birthday. The little girl had just learned to step up, but had already brought happiness to the people in the house.

"Darling, are you ready yet? That's a cake order already arrived," call Zafran from outside the room.

On the terrace guests have arrived, only their neighbors and relatives.

"Yes, budar. I'm out" said Lita, holding Naina and taking her out.

Lita handed the boy over to Zafran, while she went to meet the store messenger who delivered their order. Pay off the rest of the payment while arranging everything.

The event was smooth and cheerful, a professional host was brought in complete with musical entertainment from local artists.

While in the Zafran warehouse, Jago was busy with rice orders from subscription restaurants. Unusual order for an event.

"Where? Did everything go right?" ask Jago after raising the last sack on the pickup.

"Complete term. Stay bring!"

"Yes, take care of the barn. I brought this first," said Jago as he got into the car.

Together with one of his colleagues the car drove away from the warehouse. It was already imagined in the bonus eyes that they would get that day. It always is and always should be.

In front of the restaurant, three men stood waiting. Two of them were wearing restaurant uniforms, while the other was wearing regular clothes.

"That's the car, sir." One of them pointed to the pickup that Jago was carrying.

The man nodded, walking forward to greet the descending Jago.

"Hardly, we have confirmed in accordance with the amount requested by the restaurant Mr. Want to put it directly into the kitchen or want to be checked first?" jago said with his friendly attitude.

The face can be sangar, but the upbringing of Seira is very inherent in him. Everyone should respect those we do not yet know their origin.

"May I check first?" said the man asked Jago's permission.

"Please, Sir!" Jago turned around and ran to open the cover.

The man walked with dignity, his age might not be much different from Zafran, but his aura was very strong. Jago is like dealing with Seira, the master who now disappeared from nowhere.

The man looked at the grain of rice that Jago had taken from the sack, smiling with satisfaction as he ordered some of his workers to take the sacks to the storage area.

"I thank you very much because all this time your warehouse has always maintained the quality of rice that our restaurant needs. This begs the money, and this is to be distributed to the workers. Think of it as a reward for your hard work. Be careful!" he said while giving two envelopes to Jago's hand.

"I don't think it's necessary, sir. My employer always said we shouldn't be greedy. We have received a bonus from this delivery, and this I return," declined Jago reminded of Seira's message.

The man smiled, patting Jago on the shoulder proudly. It is rare for people today to be as honest as Jago, and he appreciates his honest actions.

"I'm happy to hear that, which means you're an honest person, but again please accept. You will not be considered greedy just because of receiving less money this way. Take aja, sustenance for you," he said looking sincere.

"Thank you, Sir. Thank you very much, Mr. Good man. May the sustenance of the Father be added by Allah." Jago is really full.

"No need to believe, I think I'm younger than you. Yes, be careful on the road" he said, pulling his hand and patting Jago's shoulder again.

The thick-bearded man nodded politely before retreating. Get in the pickup and press the horn before running his car.

"Alhamdulillah, we have a windfall today. The one with the restaurant turned out to be really good, yeah." Jago's friend praised.

"Yes, really. Thank goodness."

All along the journey they discussed was about the male restaurant owner earlier. The car turned towards the warehouse, how shocked Jago when he arrived in front of the warehouse. A lot of rice was scattered on the ground, as well as the sacks of rice that were messy.

It descended quickly toward the three people sitting on the floor with bruises all over the face.

"What's this about? Why is the warehouse so messy like this?" jago asked as he stared in frustration at the scattered rice.

"Sorry, Bang. There was a group of people wearing goons' clothes, he owed the boss a debt. He said the boss hasn't paid his debt in a year. They're the ones making all this messy, Bang. They also mukulin us," answered one of them while holding the cheek.

"Do you know who it is?"

They compactly shook their head, Jago rubbed his face riled. How he's going to report all the mess that's going on in the warehouse on Zafran.

Forced Jago to go to his house, talking directly seems better than by phone. He closed the barn early and went together to Zafran's house.

They gathered in a yard next to a house that was not used for parties. Jago came to Zafran who was talking to several people. Whisper to her about something to discuss.

"What's? Who has debt? I've never been in debt, how dare they collect indebtedness is unclear." Zafran. They were in the side yard of the house at the moment.

"We don't know, Mr. Boss. When I came from delivering rice, the warehouse was a mess," replied Jago while showing a picture of the warehouse he had taken.

"Suck!"

Seeing the Zafran gelagat in the distance that looked angry, Lita took the initiative to come to him. He leaves Naina to Mom and leaves the party.

"Mas, why? I saw from earlier Mas angry unclear," said Lita who did not know anything.

Jago and the four other employees bowed deeply, none of them replying. All shut up and let Zafran explain himself about the warehouse.

"What's? No way!" Lita shut her mouth in disbelief. Rejecting the reality of the mess in the warehouse.

"How did it go, Mas? Do you really have debt?" ask Lita not to believe it.

Zafran looked frustrated, his face disheveled.

"No, Lita. I don't owe anyone" Zafran assured his wife.

"You forgot about me, Zafran!"