I'm The One You Throw Out

Meet Who?

"Mamma! Papahs!"

Rayan ran so apart from Biya's sling. Seira and Fatih wait in front of the restaurant, after Biya calls. Behind them Jago was stunned to see the arrival of Rayan.

He looked at Seira's face alternately with Rayan, really like a betel nut in two. No different, very similar. His eyes widened as Bi Sari appeared from the car. His lips twitched, his eyes glazed. He was really moved.

"Darling!"

Seira caught the boy's body, lifted him up in a sling while kissing his entire face.

"Where's the play? A smile?" ask Fatih while rubbing Rayan's back.

The boy turned around, changing the sling on his papa. Nodding the spirit because throughout the play he felt happy.

"But just a moment, told to go home with the same temen Papah," his brother with funny pursed lips.

Seira glanced at Fatih, then cast a gaze at the three women who invited him to play. From the ripples on his third face, he knew something was happening to them at the mall.

Bi Sari's forehead frowned as she looked at the man in the security uniform behind them. Remember not to remember, like a stranger, but don't want to guess.

"What's going on?" Seira asked who it was, but her eyes glanced at the three women.

Biya was nervous, Bi Sari was silent only Mother stepped slowly closer to Seira. Explaining what happened at the mall, the instinct of a mother who was afraid of losing her child, Seira clutched Rayan's hand firmly.

He doesn't know what to say? His little heart said he must be that man. Right, there's a jago in town. Did they move? The thought continued to fill his heart. Moving on, Zafran must have moved out of the old city.

"Jago-"

"Eh, Jago? Pantesan from a Aunt I know, you're a Jago?" Bi Sari interrupted Seira's words, just remembered with a face that used to always be covered with a beard and now clean again neatly.

"Y-yeah, Bi. I'm Jago" replied Jago as he approached Bi Sari and politely greeted her.

"You're handsome if there's no beard like gini. Try from the first shaved, you must have been married a long time ago," praised Bi Sari.

Jago smelled a smile, but water welled up in both corners of his eyes. Moved because they are still good to him just like before. Seira also smiled, confirming what Bi Sari said earlier.

Recalling to Rayan, Jago turned around and looked at the faces of the two of them again.

"Is that the old mother's son?" ask Jago. Somehow depicting the ripples of his face, there was a haru, happy, relieved and gratefulness that was visible there.

Seira glanced at Rayan in Fatih's sling, he just nodded without even saying it.

"He must have been a wife as good as Mother and son as great as Aden-"

"Rayan, his name is Rayan" whispered Bi Sari as Jago hung his words because he did not know the name of the child.

"Yes, Den Rayan."

"Thank God, he's healthy and smart. How are you, Jago? Did you marry the girl you were looking for?" seira asked uneasy if she had to discuss the matter of Rayan's father in front of Fatih and his family.

Jago smiled shyly, a red hue popping on both cheeks considering the idol at home.

"Thank God, Mom." Jago answered slowly.

"Mmm... Do you have children?" Bi Sari asked quickly.

"Thank God, no, Bi."

"What men are women?" Fatih's turn to interfere seductively.

"Woman, Sir. Thank God, it's only been two years. Different one knows the same Den Rayan," he replied again continuing to smile.

"Yes, we're going in. Mother has laper ni," interrupted Mom while rubbing her rumbling stomach.

They all went in to enjoy a lunch served by the Fatih restaurant.

"So, this is Papah's restaurant? Whoa ... Papah great!" rayan exclaimed once he knew the restaurant he admired belonged to the Fatih family.

"Yes, honey. It's ours, it's Rayan's Mama's, '" Fatih said as she rubbed her head.

No one objected to it, because the restaurant was indeed established by him himself even though Mother helped a little by providing additional capital.

"Yes, honey. Would you like to see your cake shop here? It just so happened that Mas had a meeting there," Fatih asked as she looked at Seira.

"Oh, so that cake shop has a sister? I thought Fatih's own brother was open, "sobbing Biya while grunting feeling lied to by her own brother.

"Where can you make a cake as delicious as that, all of that recipe from your sister-in-law. He's a good guy, right?" Fatih said proudly. Embracing Seira's shoulder while smiling adoringly.

The more amazed Mother and Biya to the woman, it is not wrong Fatih chose a wife. In addition to being good at taking care of themselves, also good at maintaining the house and stomach of the husband.

Foolish man, why would he dump his perfect wife like Sei? But that way, Fatih finally got lucky to get Sei. If I hadn't heard the story of Udin, it wouldn't be possible for Sei to be here now, so my daughter-in-law.

Mother muttered, her heart suddenly upset at the thought of Seira's ex-husband that Mang Udin had told her about that time.

"Where, baby?" Fatih asked again.

"I guess I'm waiting for you here, Mas. It's okay, isn't it?" replied Seira lirih.

Fatih rubbed her hair, it was fine if she wanted to stay in the restaurant. Just learn how to set up a restaurant in place of Fatih.

*****

Day passed, night came to pick me up. Dayan played with Jago and Fatih was no longer jealous after hearing the man had a family. The boy fell asleep in Fatih's special room, accompanied by Biya because he did not want to be away from him.

While Mom and Bi Sari went home first with their driver. Seira moved out of the room, stepping outside just to look at the state of the restaurant. It's unexpected that his life will come to this point. Where happiness is always present fills the heart every day.

"Night, Mom. Can I help you?" hello Gilang, manager at the restaurant.

"Nothing, sir. I just want to take a look around. Can you, right?" seira replied while commenting on a smile.

"Please, Mom. Very well." Gilang answered kindly, grateful in heart to have a good employer like Fatih and Seira. Although the woman was new to him, but he knew that his figure was not much different from the boss because the soul mate is a reflection of himself.

Seira nodded, standing watching every bench that was almost filled to the brim with visitors. Right there, at table number twenty-five, someone kept waving hands calling waitresses.

Seira looked around, looking for employees there. However, they all looked busy, downstream unceasingly delivering orders. Be he took the initiative to go to the table, replacing the task of the waitress who looks busy all.

Seira curled her hair high up to make it easier to work. Luckily, she was not wearing a dress that day. The woman confirmed the blazer as she took a step closer to them. He even cleared his throat to fix his voice.

"Well, sir, Mom, can I help you?" ask him politely.

Hearing that soft voice, they all turned their heads. It is instantaneous when it recognizes who will serve.

"Sey?"

"Sheira?"

*****

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