I'm The One You Throw Out

Unsteady By Time

"Sey?"

"Sheira?"

The body was riveted, sculpted and frozen. Her lips twitched, water pooled in the fertilizer. The heart spurt spurs quickly. The feeling of heat slowly spread from the heart to feel in the fertilizer.

Nope! Hold, Sei. Hold it! You're powerful.

His little heart was encouraging, really surprised not to play and he never expected that tonight there was a surprise meeting with people from his past.

Seira let out a long sigh, trying to pretend not to know them. He draws a lip line even though it has to be really pushy.

"What message do you want?" Again, ask politely.

Her voice never changed, it remained sweet and gentle just like it used to be. A voice that makes anyone's heart long, can't stand to always meet.

Silent for a while, it feels sore to have to maintain a forced smile like this time. Seira was stunned as the sound of laughter bubbled up, the two women there were curled up to see what they were laughing at.

Seira was unmoved, still standing there waiting for their order. His eyes glanced around, watching the other visitors. A few pairs of eyes were pointing at them. It draws in as much air as possible to fill suddenly empty, congested lungs.

His eyes reluctantly glanced at the man sitting at the table, a few seconds before they met. However, Seira quickly turned away haughtily and uncaringly. At first glance he saw the radiance of longing, regret, and sadness.

Seira's glance fell on a small child on the lap of the old woman who was with them. Supposedly, the age of the child is not much different from Rayan, but he has a smaller body. His face was pale as if there was no spirit of life. In contrast to Rayan who is active and does not want to stay still despite being at the dining table. Always ask this and that, have high curiosity.

"Oh, now you're a waiter here." Laughter broke out again from a woman whose age was not much different.

"I think your life has changed, levelled up after being expelled by Mas Zafran and being looked at. It's just a waitress, what's so great about it?" insinuations again.

The woman who was none other than Lita was flicking her lips, mocking Seira. His eyes glared haughtily, not changing at all. Feel yourself always in the sky, even though his life is much lower than Seira.

The woman did not reply, unblinkingly glancing at him who used to be her best friend. The book in his hand crumpled up, restraining the explosive emotions.

"Sei, Sei, you're a waiter. From the first pantes emang become babu, fortunately Zafran nyerein you. I can't get pregnant, I can't take care of myself. You can't say anything, right, without Zafran," taunted the old woman who was none other than Seira's former mother-in-law.

Zafran snorted, smiling bitterly at the reality before his eyes. It turns out Seira's life is no better than him, he dismissed the thought that was present when he met a child who looks like Seira this afternoon.

While the woman held a rumble in the chest, tightly locked her mouth so as not to deny their humiliation. Although he said that he was the owner of the restaurant, there would be no way those arrogant people believed. So he chose silence and allowed himself to be severely insulted.

"Eatya if you become a useful wife a little, at least can get pregnant like I gini," said Lita proudly.

Zafran's facial ripples changed, his eyes that had been filled with longing, turning demeaning. However, the man did not take a word out of his lips, thinking that maybe the little boy was just like him.

"Some of you, anyway, the school didn't graduate. I don't have a diploma, do I, to find a better job. Look at our lives, it's still the same as before. Can you still eat well at this fine restaurant, if you? Hmm ... at most only the village cuisine that he bought at the mobile vegetable." The more incessant Lita's mouth insulted Seira.

Satisfied that night he humbled his former best friend. Especially when Seira did not say anything at all, just silently stared as if receiving all their insults.

"I'm sorry, I thought I insulted her enough. Now, Mother, Father, what message would you like? I'm worried that staring at me for too long will take away all your appetite." Seira's lips said straightforwardly, why did her voice still sound sweet in Zafran's ears.

The throbbing heart of the man heard it, the heart heats up as the eyes stare at the face adorned with the distinctive smile of a Seira. Timeless, that smile was still beautifully imprinted there. Always make the Zafran liver flower and warm itself up.

Lita and Mother's laughter rang out again, mocking laughter.

"You really, look at your face for a long time it makes my eating mood so broken, but I'm not satisfied with you. Why don't you cry?" It was the woman's face that made Seira fed up. Just skinned that day, yeah.

"Sorry, why should I cry?" Seira asked back.

"Yes, gotta, dong. You envy me to see I am happy with Mas Zafran. Look, we have kids too. Beautiful and healthy. If you? Still on its own," he said again.

Once again Seira's eyes glanced at the child on Mom's lap, she looked unwell. Did they not notice her pale face? What a pity, too forcing yourself to be recognized by others.

Seira smiled, the child is not sinful, but must bear the shame of the mistakes of his parents.

"So, what message do you want? Do you want me to take notes or just Mom?" Seira returned to her duty.

It makes Lita upset, he snatches the book in the hands of Seira as well as the questioner. Write down what menu they want for dinner.

"Here, make no mistake. Watch out if you're giving us the wrong food!" ketus Lita while hitting the book on Seira's palm.

"Good."

Once again Seira glanced at her ex-husband, making sure the face that used to always look at her lovingly, but now she was not much different from Lita and Mother. Looked at him low and low.

He turned around, occasionally serving another table seeing all the employees were busy. Seira runs into Gilang, a man of Fatih's age who looks surprised to see his mistress holding a book that should be held by employees.

"Mother? Oh God, what's the mother? Let them go, Mom. I don't have to say anything," assaulted Gilang while taking the book from Seira's hands. His face looked anxious and frightened.

From his desk, Zafran and Lita quietly noticed. His former best friend still sneered, thinking Seira was looking for attention because she wanted to rise in her life.

"It's okay, sir. It was all busy, and the table there kept calling. So, yes I have gone there for their order," Seira replied without burden.

"Yes, I'm here, if not to your room. Let me continue," Gilang advised not to face Fatih's insanity because it was offended by his ignorance.

Seira nodded, she did not want to be there anymore after meeting people she did not want to meet. Yes, it turns out Zafran and his family moved to this city. Gilang went to take notes from Seira.

Just as his feet were about to step away, a commotion distracted him. Seira turned around, seeing a servant being scolded by the customer.

"What's going on?"