I'm The One You Throw Out
Not Papah Rayan
Two years passed, and during that time Fatih continued to be patient waiting for Seira's readiness to be brought to Jakarta. These two years he kept going back and forth Jakarta and it didn't matter to him.
That afternoon Seira was cleaning up the store with others before night came, while Rayan was still playing with her peers.
"Non, is Non going to keep this up? Kasian Den Fatih back and forth Jakarta. Is Non also not the same as the city of birth?" bi Sari asked as they sat down after clearing things up.
Seira sighed, just like this she was happy. Every time you hear the word Jakarta, somehow fear just invaded his heart. He was afraid that Rayan would meet Zafran, and the man would take the child away from him.
If he refused to admit it, it would be impossible for Zafran not to recognize him. Rayan's face was Seira's dominant, but that eye belonged to Zafran. Round eyes with brown irises.
"I don't know, Bi. I'm just afraid," said Seira.
This time Bi Sari who sighed, too long Seira kept the wound so long for her to forget.
"Non, don't you miss Mom and Dad? We visit them and play with Rayan to her grandmother's house. No need to stay there, look at them. Staying for a few days does not matter, that's why we come back here again. Kasian is also Non's mother-in-law, every kangen same Rayan must have come all the way here," said Bi Sari made Seira realize everything.
Right, no need to stay there. Just look at it, and it comes back again. The possibility of Rayan meeting Zafran is very small. Unlike if they live there, then every day, every second, Zafran could come looking.
After all, he missed both his parents. It was very desirable to make a pilgrimage while introducing Fatih to them.
"A real aunt, yes I will say the same Mas Fatih. Thanks, yes, Bi. Aunty always thought of me" she said, hugging the old woman.
Seira felt lucky for the presence of Bi Sari by her side, the old woman was very persistent to strengthen her heart when she was down and desperate.
"Alhamdulillah, Aunt Seneng if Non still want to hear Aunt's advice." Bi Sari terjaru.
"Who else would advise me besides Auntie. My second mother's aunt, there's no way I wouldn't listen to my own mother's advice."
The two smiled happily, unceasingly thanking the Power for all the favors He gave.
"Mamma! Mom!" Rayan's sudden voice, panicked and even vibrated like she was holding back a cry.
Seira moved and moved closer. He immediately hugged the body of Rayan who looks wiping the eyes.
"Fisherman! Why, honey?" ask her with a worried and agitated heart.
"When do you come home?" tanyanya uses the language of a three-year-old toddler. (Once shown, yes. Hehe)
Seira broke down the embrace, tidying up her sweaty hair while rubbing her padlocked cheeks.
"Why? Rayan kangen with Papah? Kan, just one Sunday Papah went to work. Later that night also Papah came home again," replied Seira considering that the night was Sunday night.
Once a week Fatih comes home and will spend three days with his son and wife.
"Rayan wants Rayan's friends to see Papah, they say it's not Rayan's papah because it's not at home every day" he told Seira's heart.
He's not your papah, son, but it's impossible to say that.
"Who said that? Well, how dare they say so same son of Papah!" Fatih's voice interrupted his words.
The boy turned around, his face just kept coming.
"Fuck!" He ran and hugged the leg of the man who was the father.
She stood in the doorway of the shop, waiting for her husband to arrive. The store closed early that day, the pastries in the storefront had run out and the order was over. Seira even added one more building to be used as a place to live, while the second floor of the store, became a place for employees who want to stay.
"Mas!" Seira grabs Fatih's hand and kisses her with reverence with a friendly kiss on her forehead and crown.
It always makes employees jealous and dream of having a life like the employer. They don't know about Seira's journey. The two entered with Rayan in Fatih's arms, Bi Sari chose to go to the kitchen to make a drink.
"No, Mom. It's my job" the assistant Fatih appointed that day.
Bi Sari lost her job, changed into a mistress because Seira and Fatih did not allow her to do any work.
"No need, Bi, let me. Aunty can go home, thanks, yeah." Seira appears to take over the glass and makes her own drink for Fatih.
The assistant was quiet because his work time was only until the afternoon. Bi Sari pouted feeling useless again.
"No need to frown, Auntie, I am not allowed to work in my own home. Sit down and rest, don't be tired" he said, glaring with a glass of warm tea that puffed smoke.
His old heart was full, with a smile on his wrinkled lips. A sense of warmth spread throughout the blood vessels, directly to the heart. Creeping up to the veins of the eyes creates a moisture that builds up in the eye sinks.
"Non Sei is a good person, he deserves to be happy and does not deserve to be hurt. May Allah continue to bestow upon him happiness and ease of living. Aamiin's."
His finger wiped the corner of the eye, gawking away from the kitchen space and going into the backyard.
"Drink the tea, Mas." Seira sits next to Fatih who is playing with Rayan.
"Rayan took Mas to the field, he wanted his friends to see-"
"Let them not ridicule Rayan constantly, Mah. Let them also know that Papah often comes home," said Rayan with his adorable speech.
Seira felt his tongue was cackled for a moment, he was silent not knowing what to answer. Fatih took the initiative to take Rayan's body and hold her. Pulling Seira's shoulder while landing a kiss on her cheek.
"Ok, tomorrow we'll take a walk. Bener-benar street. Walking all sports and nyapa friends Rayan. How's it?" The hand that gripped Seira's shoulder tightened. He knew what his wife was feeling.
"Mmh! Okay, Dad." Rayan answered happily.
*****
Night came to cover the earth, darkness covered the universe. Seira sat in the front room deliberately waiting for the arrival of Fatih who went to the mosque.
"Assalamu'alaikum!"
"Wa'alaikumussalaam, Mas!" Seira stood up and welcomed her husband.
"Tumben here, where's Rayan? You sleeping?"
Seira nodded, he pulled Fatih's hand to sit on the sofa. Confused that felt the man, but he complied while thinking what was wrong with the woman?
"What's wrong? Does anyone want you to talk about?" ask her before Seira answers.
"Mmm .. Yes, Mom. That's ...."
