I'm The One You Throw Out

Go home

Tall buildings, incandescent lights, the noise of various vehicles, traffic jams that spread up to tens of meters in length, welcomed the arrival of Seira who returned to his hometown.

Mom, Dad, Sei's home. Sei kangen are with you.

Seira let out a long sigh, there was a tightness spreading within the chest. His eyes were heated, his heart was turbulent, no matter what kind of life he was going to live in the future, all he left to the Owner of Life.

He devised a scenario, but the Power also had His own scenario, and His scenario was the best.

Fatih glanced, her heart throbbing to see the angel bowed. He felt Seira's fingers slowly and grasped them, kissing them so that the puja's heart would be calm. Seira glanced, smiling in the dimness of the city lights got a sweet treatment from the man beside her.

Seira's eyes glanced at Rayan who was still asleep, while Bi Sari had awakened since earlier. The sound of a horn pressed by the driver because of the impatient want to immediately relax at home, disturbing the boy's sleep.

Rayan woke up, rubbing her eyes to clear her eyes. He brought his face closer to the car window, staring in amazement at the crowd of Jakarta.

"Grandmother, are we in Jakarta?" ask her with a distinctive raucous voice of waking up without pulling away from the window.

The car slowly advanced and left a never-ending traffic jam in the densely populated city.

"Yes, honey. We have arrived in Jakarta," replied Bi Sari while rubbing Rayan's back.

The boy moved away from the glass, walked slowly forward and sat on Seira's lap. The car was again crowded by the chatter of Rayan who asked this and that.

"Mommy, where's the fast train? Rayan wants to see," he asked.

He did not look tired or lethargic even though he just woke up from sleep, maybe because he was eager to meet the Grandmother.

"There's a station, baby. Trains are not on the streets, they have their own place like a house," Seira explained which made Rayan more impatient to see the train.

"It must be a big house, not like our house. Can Rayan play at the train house?" Seira and the other two adults laughed spontaneously.

"Later you know too. Now, we find food first, yes, before going to Grandma's house" Fatih said as she gently rubbed the child's head.

The boy nodded, the car stopped in the parking lot of his own restaurant, but no one knew. He came there as a guest that night. Inviting Seira and Bi Sari while holding Rayan to enter the restaurant.

"Welcome, Sir-"

A receptionist at the entrance of the restaurant gaped in disbelief, but the blink of an eye from the man became the code for him to not reveal Fatih's identity. He nodded, neutralizing the heartbeat while continuing his interrupted sentence.

After conspiring with all the employees, Fatih chose the table and let them choose his own menu.

"Mas, I don't know what menu? The writing is not the same as in an ordinary restaurant," whispered Seira while thrusting a menu on Fatih. His eyes rolled out in all directions, on the benches filled with visitors that night.

"Fuck, this place is a real rame. Try this Mamah store, surely the people who come will be a lot of kayak gini as well," said Rayan after seeing and judging also compared to Seira's store in their small town.

Fatih rubbed the head of Rayan who was in his lap, taking over the menu from the hands of the wife, while calling the waitress who was ready to standby near them. He talked to her and Seira just silently watched.

Little wonder at all the workers in the restaurant, first their faces paled like they were surprised to see the arrival of his entourage. Furthermore, their attitude was different towards Fatih and the other visitors.

Seira thought maybe Fatih had come there often and become a special guest. They waited anxiously, also curiously. Anything on the menu book written in a foreign language.

One by one the menus are served on their tables until there is almost no place to open the dishes. Seira was amazed, Bi Sari came gawking, and Rayan winked dumbfoundedly looking at the various foods on their table.

"Udah, eat it. Mas do not know what you want to eat, so Mas asked the waiter to bring all the food," said Fatih relaxed.

Satisfying their stomachs even the food was still left and Seira asked the waiter for the untouched food they shared with the street children she saw across the restaurant.

*****

While at home, Mom and Biya have just finished their dinner ritual. Then, sit in front of the television waiting for drowsiness. There was no surprise that night.

The car enters the residential area where the house Fatih bought specifically for Seira is located. The woman was grateful because the Jakarta they were heading to was not where she used to live with Zafran.

"Home here I bought on your behalf, Sei. So you have the house" Fatih said as the car turned into the gate of his house.

The building is not simple, in addition to having been magnificent since he bought it, Fatih also renovated some parts to make it more worthy of viewing.

Seira did not know what to answer, her tongue was a joke because of her explosive feelings. The car stopped in the courtyard of the mansion, they were amazed by its splendor.

A spacious courtyard, there is a small garden with a round table surrounded by a wooden bench in the middle. In the corner of the park, there is a small gazebo with flashing lights that decorate it. The small pond is not far from the gazebo, which is given some ornamental fish in it.

The lights on the park are not inferior to the state of the park in the city. Beautiful and cool, comfortable enough to relax. The two women inside were indifferent despite hearing the sound of Fatih's car. It's mundane.

However, the two frowned as the car door slammed several times, guessing at each other throwing a glance. Biya hurriedly got up from the sofa and ran towards the main door.

"Ah ... handsome Aunty! Ms ... Rayan, Mum!" hysterical shouting.

"Yes!"

The two ran to each other stretched hands, hugging each other let go of longing. Mother who heard the cry of her youngest daughter rushed to the terrace.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Ma!" greet Seira while grabbing Mom's hand and kissing her.

I could not answer because I was surprised to see them in the house. Unexpected night, his son came bringing happiness. Mother hugged Seira tightly, crying so happy.

"Come in, in! Oh, God!"

"Mom!" Bi Sari also greeted, not surprised that Mother hugged him too.

"Why don't you tell me if you want to bring them here? Mom, right, can take it all," Mom grumbled as she slapped Fatih on the shoulder.

Rayan and Biya were already in the house, the teenager took him to a special room for Rayan playground. There were a lot of toys there, and all of them amazed Rayan.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but Sei doesn't want you to bother."

They sit in the living room, unwind under the cool air temperature. Mom called the assistant to make a drink. The house was crowded for a while, especially when Rayan came to bring new toys that they prepared for her.

Thank God, O Allah. The house is finally crowded too. Thank you, O God, You have strengthened my daughter-in-law's heart to come here.

No fatigue that the toddler showed, he played happily accompanied by a carefree Biya. The usually cold house is gripping, slowly turning warm and pleasant.