I'm The One You Throw Out

Between Lega and Shame

"Jago .. blood ...!"

Zafran's voice trembled and heavily carried by the wind, Jago glanced in confusion at the ambiguous sentence Zafran said.

"What blood, sir?" asked a little screamed as the wind blew strong.

"Bloody Raina, Jago. Hurry, Jago! Faster," said Zafran, the more panic.

He lifted the shirt, placed it under Naina's nose which continued to shed the blood. Panicked, his face grew pale, fear was roaring in his heart.

"Cock, can it bleed, sir? What is your son sick?" ask Jago while increasing the speed of the motor.

Zafran panicked and confused, all this time he knew Naina was healthy and never complained of pain. It's just that the child is sleeping more than awake and also not as happy as other children. Always look lethargic and weak, often get the flu.

"I don't know, Jago. All this time he was healthy and well, I really did not know if he was sick," Zafran replied while shedding tears.

The second fear after he kicked Seira out. Fear of losing a second time. Naina is his hope to stay upright, only for her sake Zafran willingly works as an OB in a mall. Just to keep Naina happy.

"Astaghfirullah, did you and your mother never pay attention to the child all this time until sick like I don't know? Oh, my God, sir! What are you doing, Father? Surprised me, he said he wanted to have children, but had even been wasted," said Jago while shaking his head in disbelief.

Zafran was stunned, tears kept falling down the river, crying while holding Naina's lunglai body. Regretting everything that happened. True what Jago said, all this time he only knew Naina was sleeping. Go to bed, go home to sleep.

Zafran does not have time off, every day working from morning to afternoon. Sometimes until night if there is additional work. Never asked about Naina's condition, never noticed her growth.

"It's not wrong to remember, the age of your child should have wanted four years, but why is his body so small? Like a one-year-old kid. Different from Non Sei children, look healthy and cheerful."

Jago murmured in astonishment, but his voice carried by the wind faintly rang out Zafran who was still crying while clutching his daughter. Jago's sentences made him realize that he had been a bad parent all along. No role in the growth of the baby.

Regretted? I should have regretted it.

Hope you're okay, baby. You have to be healthy for Dad, Naina. You must be healthy.

His heart hoped, he looked at the calm face of Naina who was drooping in the arms. Blood still seeped from one of his noses, but slowly began to stop making Zafran's clothes filled with red stains.

Tires squeaked quite loudly in the hospital courtyard, Zafran hurriedly got down and ran inside. Calling the medics to immediately deal with Naina.

The trailing jago won't let Zafran alone in there waiting for his son. They sat in front of the IGD room, waiting for good news from the medical staff.

*****

While at the restaurant, the two women were still by the side of the road. Celingukan looking for angkot or ojek perhaps. Honey, none of them showed up since they stood there.

"Duh, where, the angkot again? How come, don't you come by?" grumbled I can't wait. Many times his tongue clucked because of the annoyance that awaited never came.

"No idea, Mom. How about Naina, huh? I'm worried, Mom." Lita was worried.

In the distance, Jago's friend watched them in confusion. Wanted to approach, but worried Fatih came out and asked about his head.

Just thinking, Fatih and Seira appeared followed by two old women behind them and one teenager who followed. Rayan fell asleep in a sling, Fatih treating her like a real child herself.

Seira frowned to see her mother Zafran with Lita who was agitated by the roadside, but did not find the figure of Zafran as well as his son.

Where are they going? Why are there only two women?

Seira muttered only in her heart, not daring to pour it through verbally because it kept her husband's feelings.

"Why are there only them? They panicked, where are the other two?" Fatih asked in amazement.

"Yes, why?" Biya chimed in ketus.

"Yes, justin. Maybe they're waiting for someone else" said Seira indifferently.

Fatih came to the post where the security guard was. As he always did, he would leave the restaurant to them. Before that, he drove Rayan and everyone to the car.

"Sorry, Sir. Mr. Dirman said that he asked the same mother, he went to the hospital nganter son of the person on the side of the road, sir," obviously Jago's colleague while pointing at the two women who were still standing by the side of the road.

Fatih round his mouth, leave the restaurant to them before approaching the car.

"Go take their child to the hospital" Fatih said after a few moments sitting behind the wheel.

"Maybe they also wait for angkot, but from this afternoon the angkot is not here" said Biya who sat between two old women in the back.

Seira did not say, was silent and did not want to comment. Ever since seeing Naina, she had known that Zafran's son had health problems. His growth is not in line with a toddler his age, he is smaller and looks pale.

"Would Aden ask anyone to take them to the hospital? Aunt pity look at him. It's nothing, Bibi is just the same keingetan Non Sei when sick in the village first and no one nganter to the puskemas. Ngenes, Den."

Bi Sari looked at Seira's back, remembering the time they lived in the village first. Because they do not have money, none of the people who have a vehicle to drive until they have to walk to the highway. Fatih.

Seira was full, he looked down considering that time. Clutching Rayan's body while kissing her crown. The incident was when Rayan was still in the womb.

"Yes, Son. Mother also does not. Fuck if you're sick and Mom's outside" said the heartless Mother.

Without answering, Fatih opened the car door and went to the post again. He ordered one of the security guards to use the restaurant car to drive them.

"Udah, just calm down. There will be people who take them to the hospital" said Fatih back into the car and run it.

"Thank you, son." Mother precedes Bi Sari to say that. They left the restaurant.

Lita and Zafran's mother are getting restless, don't know what to do, ask who to help?

"Mom, let's go, yuk. Who knows if there is an angkot through if we go," suggested Lita who is impatient.

Mother turned her back, well aware her feet were unable to do that.

"But Mom's leg hurts, it's not strong for the road" she said, not accepting Lita's silly idea.

Suddenly a pickup truck stopped in front of them, someone opened the window.

"Come, in. I'll take you to the hospital" he said.

"really? It's okay?" ask Lita in disbelief.

From his uniform, he knew the man was a security guard at Fatih's restaurant. He nodded as he opened the door for them.

A sense of relief approached their hearts, but also confused. Did Seira? Or did Fatih himself send his men to take them to the hospital.

It was unexpected, Seira still had a heart and wanted to do good to them.

Why is he still so good with me? In fact, I ruined his life. You shouldn't believe it, Sei. Let it go, but I really need some help.

Lita muttered, between gratitude and shame towards Seira's kindness. The car pulled over in front of the hospital, they said goodbye quickly. Lita ran with Mom's stricken steps.

"Mas!" call out to him when he sees Zafran standing on one of the pillars while banging his head.

Feeling called, Zafran turned his head. His face was blackened and creepy. Lita was stunned by it, she stood a few inches away from where Zafran was keeping a distance worried about seeing her husband's emotions that would explode.

Step Zafran swing fast and ....

Plaque!

"Zafran!"

"Sir Zafran!"