I'm The One You Throw Out

Meet Again

Elsewhere, in a small contract, two women with one small child sat on their hands in the front room. The two adult women were watching their little girl playing alone.

"Mother's feelings, why, Naina isn't big, huh? He is also not active like other children, continue to falter. Why, huh? Don't you guys check with the doctor? She's afraid she's sick" said the older woman, none other than Zafran's mother.

"I don't know either, Mom. Less food, but how to go to the doctor. Money I do not hold. I know, anyway, how much did Mas Zafran pay in the company? When do we want to live in a small contract like this?" lita answered not a day he did not complain about his condition.

A few months ago, they were forced to move into a small rented house because Zafran suddenly sold them without notice. Warehouse, no more.

Since the arrival of people who collect debts and damage almost half of the stock of goods in Zafran warehouse, slowly his efforts began to erode. Owe money? It may have been hundreds of millions of debts incurred by Zafran to cover the leakage of business capital.

"Mother also does not know, he said to pay off the debt used to open capital first. Yes, no matter what, now our situation is like gini again. Yes already, the important thing is to eat," concluded Mother as she moved into the room that was the only one.

They share a place? Of course not. The room was special for Mother, while Zafran, Lita and her son had to sleep in the front room.

Lita breathed a long breath, glimpsed Naina who was lying on a thin floor mattress. She asleep?

"Mother, Naina sleeps more often now. His face is also shoots, looks lethargic even though he never played outside. Why, huh?" He muttered alone.

Rubbed Naina's forehead and kissed her.

"Hopefully Mas Zafran dapet money today so that Naina can take a check," he said expectantly.

Long breaths he did again in order to unravel the tightness that reigns in the soul. I don't know how many times? But still not to make his heart relieved.

While elsewhere, Fatih takes Seira to his restaurant. Intend to introduce the wife to all employees there.

"We're here again, Mas?" seira asked as the car stopped at the restaurant parking lot.

Fatih did not say, what the man did was to open Seira's seatbelt and open the door for her.

"Get out first, you'll know later, too" he said mysteriously.

Seira gave a smile, Fatih always had a surprise to make her happy. He came down after Fatih stood by the side of the door of the car where he was sitting. Stepping in to enter the restaurant.

"Good day, sir!" greet the receptionist politely.

"Where is Gilang? Pint him and a few others in this restaurant to come to the meeting room. I want to say something!" tell Fatih at the reception.

"Good, Sir!" Although confused, the woman still carried out the orders of the master.

Seira knit a puzzled eyebrow, glancing at Fatih with a thousand questions in heart. He followed where Fatih was going. The restaurant is almost never empty, there are always visitors who come to fill their stomachs.

"Mas. We, really, don't sit at the table? Even get in here?" ask Seira confused herself.

They entered a room, inside which was a long table with chairs lined up on his right and left. Like a meeting room, which is provided to discuss something important and emergency.

Fatih invites Seira to sit in the main seat, though confused Seira still takes her own place. All this time, he had never known the work of Fatih, but certainly the man always said the sustenance he gave must be halaalan thoyyiban.

The door of the room opened, distracting Seira from her husband's strange demeanor. Five people entered, one of them in security uniform. Seira widened, while recognizing one of them.

His body stood up in shock, his lips twitching about to say something, but blocked and heavy. It made Fatih glance in surprise, beaming at the dumbstruck ripples of Seira.

"Darling, just sit down. Do not have to stand like a gini," whispered Fatih while pulling Seira's hand which is still in place.

"I-it, Mas ...."

"Udah, I'll know them later. Just sit down, yes," said Fatih did not want to hear Seira's explanation.

"Mr call us?" ask a man in an official suit. Maybe it is higher than the others.

"Yes, Gilang. Please, sit!" Fatih pointed at the row of seats on his left side.

They simultaneously sat down, still the man who became Seira's attention was bowed. Occasionally steal a look at the woman who remains beautiful through the tail of her eyes.

"Consider everything, I purposely gathered you together for wanting to introduce you to my wife." Fatih paused his sentence.

The man looked up, his face paled in surprise. Then, he bowed back avoiding Seira's sharp gaze.

"His name is Seira, I want from today on you to honor him and serve him as you serve me. Don't offend my wife because her lost smile will be fatal to you" Fatih said firmly.

He stared one by one the faces of the employees in front, to all of them looking at Seira brazing with the face of the mistress of the employer, affirming in the heart the order of the owner where they were scavenging the sustenance.

Except for one person in a security uniform there, kept bowing avoiding the gazes of his two employers.

"Ekhem! Mr Dirman, why keep bowing? Is there a problem at home?" fatih asked while holding Seira's fingers on her thighs.

It wasn't the man called Fatih who gasped, but Seira. As if resuscitated, he severed the sight of the man. Glancing at the rippling Fatih was unusual. A hint of jealousy could be seen on that handsome face.

From now on instead of Fatih not paying attention, he knew Seira kept staring at the head of security sitting at the very end.

"No, Sir. I just feel disrespectful if I continue to see Father with Mother," he replied withholding shakes in oral.

Seira lowered her head, clenching the fingers that Fatih was holding. The man was perceptive, unraveling his grasp and linking their fingers without glancing at the wife.

Seira's heart was pounding uncontrollably, since their arrival, he could not hold his race. Keep pounding the chest cavity.

"Oh, yes, yes. All right, for a day here enough alone. In the future, treat my wife as best as possible because she is also the owner of this restaurant," concluded Fatih.

Seira's lowered face, immediately raised to hear Fatih's last sentence. This restaurant belongs to her husband.

"Good, sir."

Fatih raised her right hand and let them all move from their seats.

"Mass?" call Seira quivering after everyone's departure.

Fatih turned her head, lifted up their fingers and placed them on the lips.

"What's wrong?"

Seira was nervous as the male bead before her radiated lovingly.

"Th-that ...."

"Mas didn't like you seeing other men like that. What was? You know him?" Fatih pecked the back of her hand.

"I-it .. a-I ...."

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Hello, hello again, all brothers. Not tired of the author saying thank you all who have supported Seira. Love you Sister-sister all.