I'm The One You Throw Out

First Meeting

Days changed, weeks passed, and the moon swapped without any significant problems. Rayan looks happy because every day Mother and Biya adorn her with various things that she likes.

The fear that had once filled the recesses of his heart, slowly evaporated. Then, lost out of nowhere. During her stay in Jakarta, Seira has not given Rayan permission to go out of the house. However, the plan that Mother prepared last night seems to be working for today.

Their morning blind sense of smell is spoiled by the aroma of cooking that emanates from the kitchen. If every morning there will only be a slice of sandwich and milk, then the morning since Seira's arrival all changed. At the dining table there are always various kinds of different menus every day.

As the husband requested, that morning Seira only made fried rice and eggs Fatih's favorite beef eyes since childhood. Actually, he didn't ask Seira to cook it herself.

"Darling, didn't you say you shouldn't be tired of everything."

The rebuke from Fatih made the art in the house turn in panic. He was cleaning the kitchen and was going to prepare breakfast when Seira suddenly came to take over the kitchen. His eyes were hot when he saturated with Fatih's sharp bead.

He bowed agitatedly, squeezing the hard end of the negligee he was wearing. Fear was approaching, a shadow fired without mercy haunted his mind. Seira chuckles while putting the last plate of Rayan's, taking off the apron and keeping it in its original place.

"It's okay, Mom. I'm not tired, I'm just cooking. It's also helped by Aunt Bi Sari, I'm not alone." She was lying on her husband's neck.

"Yes, but I don't want you to be soy." Fatih still objected if Seira went down directly to the kitchen.

"I'm not going to cook. Mas calm down, I'm still strong, really, to wait for Mas," sedu Seira while winking naughty eyes.

Fatih was stunned, a wave was made by her. His eyes turned nervously, the hand that wrapped around Seira's waist squeezed firmly. The two people there blushed in embarrassment, quietly leaving the two of them behind.

"Bu-not so. It's just-"

"What's free? Hmm?" Seira is getting bolder.

Astaghfirullah, why did my wife become this naughty? Maybe because I haven't taken a walk in a long time.

"Mass? Why diem?" Seira still wrapped her hands around her neck.

"You can be naughty too, yeah." Fatih lifted up Seira's small body, carried her around like a kitchen belonging to only two.

Unwittingly, the three pairs of eyes looked strangely at them, let alone that pair of round eyes. It sparkles with a line of lips that come up.

"Father, Mom, what else? Why go round and round? Rayan wants to go around in circles, Rayan wants to go around!" he shouted while running into the bodies of both.

"Mas!" Seira whispered while hitting both of Fatih's shoulders. She was embarrassed when she saw Mom and Biya smiling together. After all, Rayan was below them, whining around in circles like they did earlier.

The boy's laughter broke as Fatih took him around. Seira lowered her head to hide the red hue on her cheeks while slipping hair on the earlobe. A pleasant morning, refreshing the old heart of Mother. Remembering his youth, when Fatih's father was still near them.

*****

"Sister, I'm the same mom wants to take Rayan to the mall, yes. Poor him at home, there he can play with other children as well. Can you, huh, brother? Please!" please Biya while they sit in the front garden of the house enjoying the weekend morning.

The smile that carved his lips slowly dissipated alternating with anxiety. Seira was silent for a moment when Biya asked for permission to take Rayan to play. The teenager waited anxiously for an answer, almost every Sunday he asked Seira's permission to take his nephew to play in the mall.

"Yes, Son. You've been here for over a month, but I'm the same Biya has never taken Rayan anywhere," said Mother from the edge of the fish pond to accompany Rayan sowing pieces of bread.

"But-"

Fatih's touch in the hand is actually to strengthen Seira so that he does not hesitate to make a decision. Fatih nodded as they met. It was no doubt that Seira felt, but was afraid that there were unexpected things out there that would disturb the comfort of her son.

Rayan turned to look at the ripples of the Mamah's face, he moved and ran up to his parents, hugging Seira while dropping his head on his lap. Feeling the baby's embrace, Seira turned her head while rubbing her hair. He looked up, staring boldly at the bead of the Mamah.

"You don't have to worry. 'Kan, there is Grandma with Aunty who will take care of Rayan. Rayan must be all right, Rayan promised Mamah that nothing would happen." The boy's head shook slowly.

"Yes, honey. Let them play, and then tell people to take care of them if you're worried." Fatih whispered to convince his wife.

Looking at the eyes of the two, Seira weakened. Getting rid of the ego also brushed off the fear that had been lodged in his heart. He sighed trying to cultivate confidence in the heart that had been frail.

"Yes, but take Mamah's message. Rayan do not get close to people who do not know Rayan, remain the same Grandma Aunty, yes. Rayan wants to make a promise to Mamah?" said Seira.

He raised his little finger while smiling. The boy's head nodded steadily, linking his little finger to that of the Mamah.

"Thank you, Mommy." Rayan hugged Seira again before approaching Mother, Bi Sari and Biya who were getting ready.

Practice embracing Seira's shoulder, understand very well what his wife fears if Rayan is out of the house.

"Drug, Mamah! Drugs, Papah!" He waved his hand back at the child.

With a heavy heart let go of them, but Seira tried to believe. Moreover, her husband asked someone to watch their every move.

"You don't worry, calm down. Everything's gonna be okay, huh?" he said as he pulled Seira's head in his arms.

What else do you want? He cannot stay locked up in fear. After all, Zafran doesn't know if he has a son from Seira.

Along the way, Rayan back chattering. Asked this and that, but Biya did not tire of responding. Mom is happy, her life has become colorful since Rayan's presence in the house.

"Well, what's this mall called? Bigger than Grandma's house," said Rayan as soon as she arrived at the largest mall in the number of Jakarta cities.

"Yes, this is the mall. This isn't home, baby. It's kind of a market, but inside the building," Biya replied with caution.

Knowing Rayan's true nature, he will not stop asking questions if he gets answers that do not satisfy his heart. They passed through the main door, walking with the other visitors.

Due to being too excited, Rayan ran to and fro. Biya chased behind him, and ....

Brugh!

"Ughhh!"

"Rayan!?"

The boy accidentally bumped into someone, a man wearing a janitor's uniform at the mall. Rayan fell down as did the man. He approached her, without hesitation standing before the stranger.

"Om, is it okay? I'm sorry, I didn't mean it" he said politely.

The person smiled, slowly raising his face staring at the round bead in front. The smile disappeared as soon as Rayan's face filled her cornea.

"Rayan? Sorry, Mister. My nephew did not intentionally. Again, I'm sorry."

Biya came and quickly took Rayan away from there.

"Tu-wait!"

However, they have disappeared swallowed by the visitors.

"Why is that kid's face a stranger, huh?" He mumbled softly.