I'm The One You Throw Out

Mommy's Home

"Jago!"

Seira called the Fatih restaurant security officer whom she saw at the meeting earlier. Fatih did not allow him to exit the restaurant, they were standing at the other entrance of the large restaurant.

However, the man there did not huddle, still talking with his partner in the post as if he did not hear, or did not know, or just pretend.

"His name is Dirman, baby. Try to call Dirman," Fatih said, holding one of his hands on the pole behind his wife's body.

"The president? He did not want to use that name, the name of Jago that I gave him that he likes," chirped Seira in disbelief.

"Yes, yes, he is like your son. I'm so worried I heard it." Fatih's hand moved to Seira's shoulder and squeezed it.

Then, coiling around the woman's waist hugged her tightly. Seira glanced at Fatih's hand, sighing silently.

"The president? You don't hear my wife calling?" This time Fatih's voice came out.

The man who was no longer bearded quickly turned his head, he got up and ran quickly towards them.

"Yes, Sir, Mom. Can I help you?" he said while continuing to bow.

Fatih pulled Seira's body when his wife was about to approach Jago. He turned a lazy eyeball, even though it was told who Jago was.

"Jago!"

The man's shoulders seemed to shake, Fatih frowned. He glanced at Seira who had not continued his sentence after calling out Jago's name.

"How are you and the others? Have you been living well?" seira asked like a mother to her son.

Again Fatih threw a glance at his wife, a smile of relief on the beautiful face of the woman. His gaze was not the same as when he looked at her, but why did Fatih remain jealous?

"Jago? Did you not use that name? Okay, Dirman?" Seira still said softly, she did not change at all.

Mom came home and never changed, still soft and kind as before. Thank God, thank you, God. You have taken care of Mother and given her a happy life. Mr. Fatih is a good person, he will not be in vain like the stupid Zafran.

"Y-yes, Mom. Sa-i'm good," replied Jago stammered.

"Lift your head, Jago. You can't keep looking down if there's nothing wrong you're making" Seira reminded.

Fatih only silently watched his wife and head of security, but the hand remained tightly coiled around Seira's waist as if wanting to show the world she belonged to a.

Suddenly Jago collapses, crashing on the ground while crying bitterly. Seira was also beaming with Fatih.

"Mas!" She turned to ask her husband to make Jago immediately move.

"Come, wake up, Dirman. You can't believe it, if anyone wants you to talk about coming to my room," said Fatih while inviting Seira inside.

Jago was still kneeling there, his sobs sounding heart-wrenching no matter the strange gazes of everyone leading up to him. He moved with his head lowered, the security uniform was not suitable for him. In front of everyone he looks rogue, but in front of Seira, like a chick that can't lose a mother.

Fatih took Seira into her room, invited her to sit on the sofa side by side. A knock on the door made the man immediately put his hands behind his wife's body.

"Lake in!"

The door creaked, Jago stepped down, standing before them.

"Sit down!"

"No! Sit on top!"

Fatih's voice struck quickly as Jago was about to sit on the floor. The man stood up again and landed his butt on the sofa.

"I won't bother you, I just want to be scared." Fatih whispered in Seira's ear.

Jago secretly glanced at the circle of the hand of the superior, since outside the hand was not moving from there. He realized his limits, now Seira is not the first. Can't get too close to him like he was in a Zafran rice warehouse.

"Jago, what happened after I left? Why are you here?" asked Seira wanting to know the news about everything. He needs to know the news of other employees is not about Zafran, Seira did not want to ask about them at all.

"Jawab, don't hesitate," sambar Fatih when Jago did not answer quickly. His hands clenched and squeezed each other.

"I left the warehouse because I did not like the behavior of my mistress," concluded Jago ended the story.

"Lita? Why is it the same?" Seira.

"Drink first, baby. Resist emotions" Fatih said as he brought a bottle of mineral water closer to Seira's face.

Not refusing, Seira opened her mouth and received the water her husband offered. Right, he needs water. Hearing Lita's name called her own tongue, instantly her heart was hot.

"He ...."

******

Flashbacks.

Lita went around in the Zafran rice warehouse, pointed this out and it told the employees there what they should do. That day the jago had just returned from sending rice to a subscription.

He frowned watching Lita's hand movements as well as those of his colleagues. There was Zafran there, too, but strangely he just kept quiet doing nothing.

"Jago! You help them mix the rice, they all understand," said Lita when she saw the arrival of Jago.

The deeper the frown on the foreman's forehead, he glanced at Zafran and the man looked at him sharply as if threatening and had to obey what Lita ordered.

Jago exhaled a heavy and long breath, still glued to his place standing still not seen will move.

"Come, what are you waiting for? Why are you still standing there?" ketus Lita with a growl.

The woman's eyes were unsightly, glaring and almost out of everything. The fat on his body also looks disgusting, unlike Seira is always good to look at. Be a booster when they are tired of working. His presence was like a cool fresh breeze, but not with Lita. It was like a fire every time it came to the warehouse always carrying a burning heat.

"Sorry, Sir, Mom. If the way you guys find money like this, I don't want to continue working here. I just want to stop working" replied Jago was not surprised by Zafran and Lita.

The woman flicked her lips, walking haughtily towards the Jago who stood upright full of dignity.

"Don't be your saint, everyone needs money. What are the important ways money ngalir profusely, Jago. Don't be a hypocrite, you need money too, right?" fierce Lita.

Jago shook his head in disbelief, in stark contrast to Seira.

"If there is a mother here, she must have a better solution than to cheat like this. Money is not everything, Mom, but honesty is the main capital traders will reap the blessings of the money earned. That's what I remember from Mother's advice," said Jago repeating the sentence Seira once said while glancing at Zafran who hurriedly threw his face away from her.

"In fact, today I think there are honest traders. Everyone is competing to reap greater profits how any way. Okay, Jago, don't have a lot of drama. You help them let them spit," said Lita while shaking hands and commanding Jago.

"Sorry, I quit my job here. If you still want to be here, please. I want to go" said Jago, turning around after looking at his colleagues.

"Go away to you! Watch out if you come begging for a job here, you are not accepted!" spray Lita with annoyance.

Jago stopped stepping, Lita smiled triumphantly. The man turned around and put on a strange smile.

"In the past, you also said the same as Mang Udin and Bi Sari. The proof, they do not beg for work anymore because there is a lot of work out there that is better and more halal money than here." Jago once again smiled before leaving Zafran's warehouse at a glance he saw Lita growling furiously.

******

"Okay, Mom, the story. After that, I no longer know what happened there. I apply for a job anywhere, but no one wants to accept me who just SD did not graduate. I continued to meet Mr. and was offered immediate security I received, Mom. I was very happy to meet you, and finally I was able to see you again" said Jago ended his story while looking at the two of them.

His gaze turned on Seira's stomach, he was sure that the child he once contained, had grown up not much different from his son Zafran.

Their conversation came to a halt as Fatih's phone suddenly rang.

"Well, why?"

"In the restaurant."

"Oh, yes."

Seira looked at her confused husband, but the man kept silent yet to explain.