I'm The One You Throw Out

Obviousness

Seira looked back and came looking for the missing Gilang figure. Helping his breath, it seemed like he had to intervene alone to overcome the problems of other buyers. Upset indeed because their position is only a few tables from the table where Zafran sat.

Seira strengthened his heart before taking the first step, the words basmalah spoken softly in his heart. He stepped slowly, his wife was out, all eyes were diverted to his figure. Many asked about who Seira was because customers who often came to the restaurant had only seen her for the first time.

He smiled charmingly, walking with his chin raised no longer humbled himself. It should be, right? Zafran secretly stole a glance at the former, his heart pounding erratically.

She is Seira, she never changes. Always be calm in dealing with problems. Honey, no man wants to accept a woman as imperfect as she is. Just try not to be barren, Sei. I won't choose Lita.

Zafran muttered softly, unable to deny the sense that it was still there even a little. The longing wanted to hug and inhale the intoxicating scent of his body, filling the recesses of the soul. However, all of that was dismissed immediately, considering he already had a child from Lita. That woman is more perfect than Seira.

"Sorry, Mother. Can we talk somewhere else?" pinta Seira politely.

Every word has its place. The girl scolded the visitor paled as Seira's voice interjected between their debates.

"Mother"

Seira rubbed the girl's shoulder while smiling as she clashed her gaze. He nodded slowly giving her calmness. Ask for the paper he holds, and look for a moment.

"Who are you? Are you the manager of this restaurant? If not, call your boss. I just want to talk to him," said the visitor.

Seira turned her gaze to him, keeping a smile restrained so as not to get carried away by emotions. That's what makes Zafran crazy about him, Seira is not easily angry and able to reduce anger.

"He's just a waiter! It's nobody, Mom!" Lita's voice struck quickly and loudly.

The waiter beside Seira was wide-eyed, they did not accept the owner being called a servant. Wanted to say something, but Seira held him back. While the mother sneered her lips mocking the two of them. Seira is indifferent to Lita's loud voice, she returns to the problem owner and as soon as possible seeks a solution.

"I've had enough, Mom. So, can we get out of here?" Seira still spoke softly.

His calm and patient attitude, added a sense of admiration to the hearts of employees who witnessed the incident. Some visitors also praised although not spoken through oral.

"No need, here! You're just a waitress, aren't you, here?"

The servant girl was getting furious.

"good. So, what's Mom's problem?" tanya Seira continued.

"The waiter here is not professional, my son asked for juice instead of lemon tea. Look, he doesn't want to drink!" he pointed to the glass on the table.

Seira glanced, smiling wider when she saw that the glass was only half filled.

"The shop is asking for a change! Don't want to know, I don't want to pay for the food because you guys work unprofessionally" he said, accusing Seira.

Seira's glance fell back on the table where he ate, all the dishes there were empty. People are irresponsible, and it's just troublesome.

"No, dong, ma'am! I have to pay for all that food!" sambar the waiter who was scolded bravely.

Seira again rubbed her shoulders, calming the girl to remain patient in dealing with all the problems.

"Abanya, you are a waiter. Restaurants like this shouldn't hire your kayak!" the mother is getting fiery.

"You want to eat here, then you have to pay for it. If you don't want to pay, why not just eat at home? I saw the drink was half over. So, there should be no problem, right?" said Seira.

The eyes of the chatty visitor widened, in place Lita laughed a little. Laughing at Seira who will not be patient in the face of protests from the middle-aged woman.

"What's not the problem? Yeah, obviously a problem for me. My son and I were not satisfied with the service at this restaurant. He said visitor comfort and satisfaction took precedence, it turned out .. zero!" harden it fiercely.

"We've done it, if the mother's tongue is the same Mother's child is not made spoiled the same taste of food here, it will not be possible that the plate there is empty as it is now. Then, the drink must still be full."

"Say, Mom ...." Seira took the paper she had taken from the servant girl. Open it wide to show the order.

"It is clearly written here that I pesen lemon tea, not juice. It wasn't us who was wrong, but Mother herself. So, please pay for the food you've eaten because if you don't, you'll have to pay double!" firmly Seira.

The wider the woman's eyes bulged.

"I don't want to pay, I want to go!" he said while taking the bag and holding the child's hand.

"Sir Gilang!" Seira called the manager who was newly seen. The man rushed over, facing the mother and child who were preparing to leave earlier.

"Yes, Mom."

"Please ask Mr. Dirman to guard the door of the restaurant, don't let this irresponsible person out!" her word.

His loud voice made all the visitors gasp. Including Zafran and his family. Their minds began to be filled with conjectures about Seira. If he was a nobody, it would be impossible to govern a manager like that. Moreover, the manager carries out his orders without refuting.

Their hearts began to fill with anxiety, especially the unblinking Zafran staring at Seira. The woman's smile was sharply imprinted as she threw a gaze at him. Proof that what they say is not true.

No need to be afraid to show themselves, let them know who and how his life is now.

Seira returned to the woman before him who looked deathly pale. A sharp smile confirmed his position in the restaurant.

"Already, Mom. What's up?" Gilang came back to report, asked the problem that occurred.

"Sir Gilang, Mother and child have finished their food, but do not want to pay for reasons that are made-up and unreasonable. Ask them to pay double because they have not directly tarnished the good name of this restaurant" Seira ordered while giving the paper in his hand to Gilang.

The manager angrily showed the bill he had to pay and the multiples Seira asked for.

The woman turned around, facing the visitors while bowing.

"I apologize for any inconvenience. Please continue and hope the incident is enough to arrive at the restaurant only. Thank you!" he once again bowed apologizing for the inconvenience.

Many compliments were thrown from them, people like Mom had to be taught a lesson so as not to be careless. In the end, the state of the restaurant calmed down after the mother and her son had left. After paying for their food and drinks. What happened before him was obvious, but Lita still sneered at Seira.

Until Fatih came in haste and rushed to his wife.

"Darling! What was? Why is Mr. Dirman at the front door?" tanyanya while watching Seira's body from the tip of the head to the feet.

"There's nothing, Mom. Everything is done" he answered.

Fatih felt relieved, pulling Seira's body into a hug.

"Darling? Mas's? Don't-don't ...."

The faces of Lita and Mother paled, not least Zafran who was also shocked to see the incident in front of his eyes. He knows very well who the man who called Seira dear. He was the owner of the restaurant and the one who bought his house.

That means, the house he bought for Sei. Holy hooch!

Zafran scooped up a riled face, his heart suddenly feeling small. Likewise with Lita and Mother, both of them were nervous erratically. Especially when Seira smiled behind Fatih's embrace. It was as if mocking them for insulting him all out.

"Mom!"

The voice again jerked Zafran.