I'm The One You Throw Out

Smile Happiness

"Mom's gonna throw a party if you go to Jakarta, period!" say Mother firmly.

In front of them were various kinds of food, side-by-side lined side dishes, vegetables and sambal. Do not forget also lalapan as a complement. Since last night, I've been non-stop praising Seira's cooking. Comparing the menus in Fatih's restaurant, recommend Seira's cuisine to the restaurant's kitchen.

"Yes, Mom. If Sei is ready, then make a party according to Mother's wishes," said Fatih whose face that morning was more beautiful than the previous morning.

Biya constantly glanced at the Big Brother, inwardly saving thousands of questions about his lost cold attitude. He was even seen reading a magazine he never touched.

"Mom, why did you get weird, huh? Last morning Brother whistled too, can marriage make Brother change?" biya asked without whispering and everything could be heard by Fatih.

He was indifferent, smiling from behind the magazine that covered his face.

"You will also know that you are married. Do not have to ask a lot now," said Mother while paying attention to a series of menus prepared by Seira before dawn.

"It feels like you can't wait to eat" he said, turning the plate over and filling it with rice.

"Eat it, Mom. I don't usually eat rice breakfast. This from last night was ravenous" Fatih said without removing the magazine from his face.

Mother did not care, her lips could not be separated from the smile, cool hands toast anything she wanted.

"The taste of Sei's cuisine is better than the menu in your restaurant, son. I don't want to go home, I won't be eating this mother-in-law's cooking for a long time" said Mama started her first feed.

"Yes, Brother. Kak Sei's cuisine why is it so good, huh? Is she cooking school as well as Sister?" timpal Biya followed in the footsteps of his mother.

"It's just kampung cuisine, ma'am, Biya, if the cooking school must be international cuisine." Seira came while carrying Rayan from the direction of her room.

The second floor, which was not as spacious as it was, completely limited their space of movement. Understand, it's not a house. Biya and Mother turned their heads, watching the woman closely.

"Why is Brother wearing a scarf? Now, right, not the rainy season" Biya said.

Seira just held a scarf wrapped around the neck. His hair was still damp, the rest of their battle last night. He glanced at Fatih who was acting ordinary even though the red hue appeared slowly.

"Hus! Don't ask too much, have eaten," said Mother hit the hand of her youngest daughter.

"sickness, Mom. I'm just wondering, now-"

Plaque!

"Udah, diem. Abisin ate you," interrupted Mother who again hit her hand.

"Ish, Mommy! What the fuck, anyway? Kok, hit it all," Biya sighed.

He no longer asked despite the curiosity lodged in his heart. Keep staring at Seira who walked down towards Fatih.

"This is Papah's son, same Papah. Let Mamah eat first, pity the soy sauce," he said while teasing and inviting more and more questions in Biya's heart.

"Mas!"

Fatih chuckles while taking over the baby Rayan, letting Seira eat first, while she herself feeds Rayan a meal.

"It's okay, son. Eat, right said Fatih you must be soy sauce," sambar Mother also added a red hue on the cheek of the woman.

Seira kept silent during the breakfast until it was all over, and the food was barely left.

"Yes, I'm like a goat to get grass." Biya chimed in while chuckling. Both of them do not believe that Mother who has been anti-breakfast with heavy food, actually almost spent the food at the table.

"Well, who wouldn't want to eat good food like this." Mom is flicking her lips.

"You see, Biya. Not long after your brother's stomach will be like a fat om, the neighbor next to our house," mocked Mother playing her eyebrows pointed to Fatih who suddenly widened her eyes.

Seira shook his head, he wanted to clear things up, but with a deft hand Fatih prevented it.

"Why what?" tanyanya doesn't like it.

"This machine." Seira answered confusedly.

"No, baby. Sit down, wait again, something is wrong. You don't get tired, I don't want you to get sick" Fatih replied as she pulled Seira's hand back to her seat.

"I'm okay, Mom. Who's trying to fix it?" he said a little suspicious looking at Fatih.

"Udah, you just wait. Not to mention the guy came .. no, baby. Don't think that no, ah," he said Fatih while looking at Seira's chin which was suddenly moody.

"That's it, son. You don't have much work to do, let Fatih take care of everything." Mother chimed in, but still Seira's heart was still not calm.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Sir, Ma'am. Sorry, I'm late." A woman in covered clothes stood politely in the doorway. His age may be younger than Bi Sari, he also often helps Seira in the store if the order is booming.

"It's okay, Mom. You already know what to do, don't you?" ask Fatih from her seat.

"Udah, Sir."

The woman deftly tidied things up, while Fatih invited Seira and the others down to the first floor.

"Mas!" Seira asked through the look of her eyes.

"She needs a job, her husband is fired from a job and they have to pay the rent. It's okay, isn't it?" fatih said while embracing Seira's shoulder.

I don't know what Seira feels like right now, like flying around in the clouds. He held Fatih shamelessly, grateful to get the attention of the man who married her just yesterday.

They sat in front, enjoying the beauty of the morning atmosphere. Looking down and down the street at people, also some groups of school children wearing uniforms. Nor did it escape the traveling merchants who helped forage the sustenance in the city.

"Mother Biya is coming home today?" tanya Seira turned her attention away from the row of humans consisting of various professions.

"Yes, how else? Biya is still in school, so can't stay here long, huh." Mom has a grim face.

"It's okay, Mom. Later we play there, sometime," said Seira comforting.

Mother sparkled, but was stunned to remember Seira's last two words. Somewhen? When exactly?

"Yes, but not for long, yeah. As soon as possible, I was already missing the mother's grandson when she had not left," said I was anxious to see Rayan who was playing with Bi Sari.

Everyone looked towards them, the baby was learning to step. Chasing what Bi Sari was holding, trying to seize it.

It was unexpected that Seira's life that had been down now changed. The pain and suffering paid off with the presence of that adorable little baby. True, Fatih did not know who Seira's ex-husband was. He didn't care about it, what he was thinking about right now was how to keep Seira and Rayan smiling and happy.

Seira dropped her head on her husband's shoulder, a firm place for him to lean on as the world oppressed him. The hand that is circular on the shoulder, is a strong grip for him to stay strong facing all the problems. After this, I hope everything will be okay. Seira hopes in her heart.