I'm The One You Throw Out

Struggle and Destruction

Prangs!

An old woman gasped in the front yard of her house, leaving all work to check what was going on inside. Scissors, brooms, pengkis, and a machete rolled irregularly under the flower trees.

"Oh Allah, Rayan! Non Sei, Where is it?" bi Sari shouted as she grabbed a small baby that was lying on the floor.

Surprisingly the baby did not cry, but fell out of bed and hit some toys. The sound of some objects placed arbitrarily was heard from the back of the house.

With wide strides, Seira came in a hurry. Her clothes were wet from the end of her hair to the end of the skirt she was wearing.

"What's up, Bi?" Asking immediately, his face paled in shock at the cry of Bi Sari who mentioned his son's name.

"Astaghfiullah! Not from the river? Aunty said no need, we came to the house just clean the page. Why don't you wash everything?" Bi Sari looks anxious to see the condition of Seira who is wet everything.

"I'll change my clothes first, Bi." Hurriedly he turned around, grabbing a towel and a change of clothes. Then, go into the bathroom and clean yourself up.

Bi Sari brought baby Rayan to the living room, forgetting not to wash her hands from cleaning the yard.

"Wait here, yeah, handsome boy. Grandma washes her hands first." Bi Sari closed the door and went to the kitchen.

Wash hands immediately because Rayan is an active and moving baby. At the age of the seventh month, he was good at crawling and standing holding on.

"Astaghfiullah! Rayan!" Bi Sari screeched when she saw the baby was already at the kitchen door.

His laughing voice dissipated the anger, as well as the vexation in the old woman's heart. He quickly came and took her back. Sitting to keep the baby playing while waiting for his mother to finish cleaning herself.

"Didn't Rayan sleep, Bi? Kok, just get up," asked Seira while rubbing a towel on her wet hair.

He smiled as the child's smile greeted him.

"Yes, Bibi was also shocked earlier by the sound of falling objects. He knows this kid fell, but he's not crying." Bi Sari told a story while examining Rayan's body.

"Oh, maybe nobody's sick, Bi." Seira hangs a towel on a crock made of mine in front of the bathroom.

"Ma ma mah!" Rayan's adorable voice makes her heart flower every day.

He sat next to Bi Sari, immediately the baby crawled up and broke his top clothes.

"Oh, I want Mimi."

"Auntie lives, yeah."

Seira nodded, the baby was sitting in the lap facing his two favorite objects. Seira leaned against the wall while rubbing her head overgrown with little hair.

"No longer do you want a year, son. In fact, at that time Mom was almost glorified. Maafin Mamah, yes," he said melancholy.

Rayan does not care, continues to play with her favorite objects. He's a good kid, not fussy and willing to play with anyone. It's just that, it needs strict attention because it's time to find out everything he sees.

Shadows return in Seira's mind, the night in which she gave birth to Rayan. The condition of the body is weak, the energy is almost drained, but the baby does not appear.

Desperate, Seira was almost desperate at that time. The amniotic fluid has run out, but the baby's head does not appear.

"Non, Istighfar, Non! It doesn't have to be strong, just jerk off again. Her hair was tired, strong, Non." Bi Sari's voice was heard in her ears.

Seira's eyes were faint and felt weak. He blinked, his eyes blurred staring at the puskesmas officers who helped him. To go to the hospital too far, and luckily Fatih was there.

In the last month Seira was pregnant, she deliberately often came to the village because she did not want to be late to help the woman to go to the hospital.

"Come, Mom. Let's get your energy out, your baby's already in sight." The voice of the midwife and the others was ringing in the ears.

"Bi!"

"Alhamdulillah, Non. Baby is not born, he's healthy and a boy." Bi Sari's speech gave more energy to Seira who had weakened.

He smiled at the baby being handled by a nurse. Not paying attention to himself who is also being handled by midwives. Rayan's crying voice was very echoing, unconsciously Fatih's lips waiting in front of the room smiled happily.

"Where's his dad? This baby needs to be adopted" asked the nurse as she looked at Seira and Bi Sari.

His warm hands touched the old woman's arms, anxiety immediately scattering making her body tremble.

"I'm here!"

Unexpectedly, Fatih opened the door of the room and walked over to where the baby was.

The man looked gallant, like an Arjuna descending from a kahyangan. Seira was full, as well as Bi Sari. Tears were unceasingly dripping, he was not her father, but he was the one who had been on standby to look after Seira and the baby.

O Allah, thank you for sending good men like Den Fatih to take care of Non Sei.

Bi Sari muttered haru.

God, he's not the father of my baby, but he's so nice. I was nobody to him, but he was willing to make time for me.

His heart murmured, not out of sight from the figure of Fatih who read the adhan and iqamah alternately in both ears of the baby. Like a father, he was truly a man of dreams. It was only fitting that many women were approaching, and wanted to seize his heart.

Seira smiled remembering that time, but since that day Fatih had not yet come. Bad thoughts arise, Seira resigned to her destiny.

*****

The roar came suddenly, there was no wind without rain, but the umbrella collapsed by itself. Where self will take refuge, all places no longer safe, surrounded by black cloud cloud.

Zafran stiffened, the figure he had avoided for one year appeared like Goddess Kali who brought about destruction. Mala stood up with her completely unchanged clothes.

Sexy and displaying every curve of his body, Zafran gulped. He was once lulled in that body, while Lita was smoldering. Mala's body was far away from her fatty self. Jealousy sprang up in the heart, but it was fear that dominated.

Silently glancing at the unblinking Zafran stared at the woman. His heart was heating up, jealousy burning the entire soul. However, Mala's smile was perfect. His arrival alone had made a scene, especially if he had to speak all the things that happened.

"Who are you?" ask Lita ketus.

Mala remained standing in place, smiling satisfiedly at Zafran's pale face. The face was as if it was bloodless, white as a corpse.

"Why don't you ask your husband? Who knows if he wants to tell me who I am?" sahut Mala while sneaking his lips polished red lipstick.

Lita was getting inflamed, Zafran hurriedly turned his face away from her. Everything rages, it cannot be covered. Flowing up to every vein on the face, tense, and increasingly pias.

"Who is he, my friend? Why did he suddenly come and make a mess. Is your relationship with her?" press Lita who speaks from behind the two teeth that close together.

His hands clenched tightly until the knuckles looked white. No matter if it gets hurt, his heart hurts more.

"Why are you in, Mom! Tell me who he is?" Lita's voice rose, but Zafran never answered.

"Let me clear!"

Suddenly the man's head turned, his lips trembling, both legs as if numb and frozen.

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Hello, people. I'm Aisy Hilyah, thank you for all the support that you gave me. Happy reading, I hope you like it.