I'm The One You Throw Out

The Child ....

"Mom!"

Rayan's raucous voice distracts everyone, many visitors looking towards the child coming. He stood in a daze looking for Seira, behind him following Biya half ran over.

"Franch!"

Zafran gasped at the sound of a small child, especially when Rayan's name was called. A name that reminded him of the pastry shop he had been to.

Quickly his head turned, looking for the figure of the child who called the Mamah. Both of Zafran's eyes widened as soon as he saw the child he was following at the mall this afternoon.

That ... the kid .. gosh! So, she .. is impossible!

Zafran's heart rejected reality, he did not want to admit that the child was the child of the woman he had already called barren. Zafran lowered his gaze, hoping that the boy was not Seira's child.

Mother and Lita's faces grew pale when they saw the child's face similar to Seira's.

"He ... Why does he look like him?" Lita muttered softly, rejecting the fact that Seira was also a perfect woman just like her.

"Yes, it doesn't feel possible. He's, right, barren," Mom commented in shock. The three are unaware that Naina's condition is getting weaker.

Their hearts were troubled, not wanting to guess what should have been expected. It's not just a preconception, it's real.

Seira took off a hug and turned around, her lips smiling as she saw Rayan standing in front of the door watching all the visitors.

"Darling! Mamah is here," Seira replied as she took a step closer to her son.

"Mom!"

Zafran and the two women who were with him held their breaths hearing Seira's voice. Their hearts were stirring uncontrollably, all turned away not wanting to see.

Completely already live Seira, a happy hue completely emanating from her beautiful face. Plus Fatih, the man looks to love her.

"Rayan woke up and continued nyariin Brother," Biya reported with his pillow face.

Seira nodded in understanding, rubbing the back of Rayan who dropped the head on her shoulders.

"Later on, yes, it went. Sorry, yes, honey. Want bobo again?" said Seira slowly.

Rayan shook her head, pointing at a chair the visitor had just left. They sat like other visitors, Fatih asked the waiter to deliver drinks for them.

"Mas, isn't that what this restaurant has?" tanya Lita watched Fatih closely.

"Well, why?" Zafran replied nervously as Seira's smile continued to disturb the mind, and once in a while the eyes were fixed on her as if she was showing a happier life.

"Don't you tell me who owns this restaurant who bought our house?" Lita continued to ask.

"D-yes." Where is Lita's direction, Zafran already understood.

"He said buy the house for his future wife, right?"

Zafran nodded again, his forehead wrinkled deeply as he recalled the harsh reality that had befallen his life.

"Well he's Seira's husband, does that mean our home is for him?"

This time Zafran shook his head, he was still guessing about it.

"I don't accept it, Mom. That's my dream house, you have to buy that house again. The Pokonya has to be any way. I don't want to know, Mom. I don't want the house to be occupied by Seira, I don't want to, Mas!" whispered Lita with a growl.

A sense of disappointment and despair was clearly imprinted on his dull face. The more his feelings accept the fact he has lost to Seira.

"But I don't have any money, what do you buy?" Zafran also whispered furiously.

"Udahlah, Lita. You don't have to fire that beard. Zafran was again dizzy thinking about his debts are piled up and not paid off. Not to help my husband, but to demand this," she wrote.

His eyes dodged as Lita glanced at him, cursing inwardly realizing that Lita was a useless daughter-in-law.

Nyesel I kicked Sei out of the house, now look at him. His life is happy, he is not barren either. Try Lita not until kebablasan, surely now they are still together and have children. Basic son-in-law is useless, usually just troublesome.

His heart grumbled, annoyed at himself for Lita's never-changing attitude. A sense of regret slowly filled the chest cavity, making the lump of meat inside there feel tight and squeezed.

Should have been I did not rush nyerein Sei let alone ngusir him from home. I don't know what his life was. He didn't take anything away from home, now he has it all. Dear husband, treasure, and children. Athaghfirullah, I'm a mess. Bener-bener has already kicked Sei out of the house. I want Sei back with me.

Zafran's heart grimaced sadly, the food on the table still left a lot. They had just eaten it a little, and were immediately tasteless.

"Mom wants to go home, no appetite here," said Mommy annoyed.

"Yes, I don't want to be here either" said Zafran, who was actually burning jealous of the affection of his ex-wife and her small family.

"But dear food, how?" lita panicked.

The food was not cheap, and it was rare to be able to enjoy it with their current condition.

"Yes, you ask the waiter to keep the wrapper back home" Zafran said indifferently.

The prestige? But honey.

Lita was finally forced to call the waiter, in a whisper she asked him to wrap all the food on the table. The waiter understood, he called his partner to take all the food to the kitchen and wrap it up.

"What is food made of?" fatih asked as they flashed in front of him.

"Table twenty-five asked for this meal to be wrapped, sir," he replied, showing the food being brought.

"Oh." Fatih no longer spoke, secretly glancing at the table in question.

His eyebrows intertwined with each other when he recognized who was sitting there.

"Did he bother you, baby?" he asked without taking his eyes off the figure of Zafran who turned to the window. They looked at him a while ago.

Seira also glanced, a little surprised by Fatih's question earlier.

"Him? No, no," he replied slowly.

"Do you know who they are?" Biya asked curiously.

"The guy over there is Mr. Dirman's ex-boss, that means he's your ex-husband, right?" Fatih turned her head, looking at Seira with a smile.

Nervous? Of course not. Wh-wh-what for? Zafran was no longer in his heart.

"Yes, really. She was my ex, and she was my best friend, but now I don't care anymore." Seira.

Fatih glanced at the woman's embrace on Rayan's body, at once she understood what Seira really feared.

"You don't have to worry, Mas won't let anyone take Rayan from you including him. He has no right to get Rayan because not once love you a living. He's our son" Fatih said as he rubbed Rayan's hair asleep on Seira's lap.

When Seira heard it, she nodded as she grabbed Fatih's hand and kissed him.

"False, Mas. I believe in it, Mas" he said shaking.

"I wouldn't want to be taken with him either. The depraved man was not responsible," Biya growled while smacking a fist at his palm.

Seira's heart warmed, a little relieved because the people who were with her at this time were so caring and very affectionate with Rayan. Confidence is getting stronger in his heart, he must prove to them that the woman they once despised and demeaned is now living well and happy.

That the woman they once considered barren, has now become a perfect woman. To conceive and give birth to a healthy and cheerful child.

The servants gave Lita what she asked for, they left after paying. Rid of Zafran's wallet, but he was a little relieved because that day just got an unexpected windfall.

Their steps rushed to the streets, no car drove them home and away. There are no vehicles to support their journey.

However, their steps instantly came to a halt, as someone standing in front of the door blocked out.

"We'll see you again, sir, ma'am."

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Thank you for all the support you give. Greetings dear.