I'm The One You Throw Out

Presumption

"Fuck! Papahs! Papahs!"

Seira and everyone who was in the living room gasped at Rayan's screams from the room. Fatih held her body that was about to move and shook her head, she quickly stood up and ran towards the second floor of the house to see Rayan.

The boy's cry rang out from the stairs, Fatih's steps getting faster and opening the room door immediately.

"Franch!" call him with wide eyes to see Rayan crying facing the window.

"Fuck! Rayan's scared, Pah! Rayan's scared!"

The toddler's hand was raised, a look of fear clearly drawn on his face that was soaked by sweat even by tears. Rayan quickly grabbed the neck of her papa and put a foot on the man's waist.

His head was deeply buried on Fatih's sturdy shoulders, as he continued to sob and groan in fear. The man walked over to the window while calming Rayan down. There's nothing wrong there. The window was locked and the curtain closed. Maybe Rayan's dreaming, I don't know what?

"Sstt .. cup, cup! There's nothing there, baby. Yes, yes, he cried. We go downstairs," said Fatih while rubbing Rayan's trembling back due to her fear and crying.

"Rayan is scared, Pah. Rayan's scared!" racau Rayan never stopped crying.

"Yes, yes, Papah knows. Uda, yeah. Relax, there's Papah here. Rayan will not be okay," said Fatih again as he stepped out of the room.

Just a few steps away, Seira emerged from the stairs with her face panicked.

"Mas! Why Rayan?" ask her immediately while rubbing her son's back.

"Mom!"

Rayan turned to the sling of Seira, being in the arms of the Mamah her heart became calm. The fear just disappeared, especially after feeling the sweep of his hand on his back that miraculously gave him comfort.

"He was scared, maybe a nightmare" Fatih said, hugging the two.

They took Rayan to the living room where everyone gathered. A panicked Guat was seen on their faces, asking the same thing Seira asked.

"Well, thirsty," said Rayan with her raucous voice.

Fatih who heard the thunders took a glass of water on the table and gave it to Seira. Truly thirsty, Rayan spent a glass of water in one throat.

The boy again dropped his head on his mama's shoulder, the most sturdy shoulder from anyone's shoulder. Being in his arms, all the fear was also gone. Vaporized with the air flying and lost.

"Waiter why, baby? Rayan's dream, huh?" asked Seira while glancing at the child's face on the lap.

His hand rubbed Rayan's hair, a tight circle around his waist he felt from those two little hands. His round eyes that were exactly like Zafran's, opened and stared at Seira lethargic. He nodded while holding a hug.

"Mmm... must have forgotten to read the prayer, try to tell Mamah Rayan what dream?" ask Seira again while floating a kiss on her temple.

Everyone focused on hearing, the sound of television was reduced so that they could hear the answer from the toddler.

"There are people who want to take Rayan from Mamah the same Papah. Rayan was afraid, Rayan did not want to separate from Mamah the same Papah," he replied the tighter the circle on Seira's waist.

Fatih and Seira looked at each other, the fear felt by the woman was also felt by Rayan. Inner contact between the mother and the child who is not willing to be separated.

"Maybe ...."

"Shhhhh!"

Mom interrupts Biya's voice which almost talks about Rayan's real father. His blinking eyes forbade the youngest to speak anything.

One was on their minds, and only one name flashed there. Name Zafran, Seira's ex-husband.

"Maybe he knows about ...." Bi Sari's eyes glanced at Rayan.

"I don't know, Jago can't say. I know exactly how Jago is? He's the one who holds fast to the same promise" said Seira guessed the possibility because only he is now near Rayan's biological father.

"Yes, Mas also knows what kind of person he is. Maybe someone else knew about your pregnancy back then?" guess Fatih guessed another possibility.

"Well, it could be that. There's probably someone other than you who knows" she said.

All fell silent, contemplating every possibility and second-guessing others who knew about Seira's pregnancy at that time.

"What, Mas?"

"That's .. about ...."

******

While in the hospital, Zafran again sat in front of the room with Jago who was also agitated because he left work and his son and wife at home. Although he had contacted them, his heart was still not calm because he should have been at home gathering with his small family.

Lita, he's sitting apart from Zafran's bench. It was true that her husband did not want to be approached. He no longer wants to start a fire that has been extinguished. Occasionally his eyes would glance at Zafran with a look of regret, but the man never once glanced at him.

You're a brash, Mas. You promised me I wouldn't believe it, but why do you see me now. Damn it, why does Naina have to be all sick, anyway? So it's a mess of everything. No one wants responsibility either. Goddamn bum!

Zafran flinched as the door of the room opened, and Hendra's figure emerged from behind the door.

"Where, Hen?" ask Zafran immediately.

"Follow me into the room!" the door stepped into the room.

They regrouped there, discussing the condition of Mother who was still unconscious.

"Mother is not aware, he has heart failure and is likely to have a severe stroke. You are patient, yes. It's all a test" said Hendra regretfully.

Zafran was flabbergasted, his back falling on the back of the chair, rubbing a riled and anxious face. He did not expect the test to come repeatedly on the same day.

"Aragh!"

Zafran got up from the chair, suddenly approached Lita and pulled her from the chair.

"It's all because of you!" he slammed Lita's body onto the floor.

The woman grimaced in pain, her heart ached her physical pain. Some of the torment she got that day from the man who had the title of husband.

"Zafran, stop! You can't torture him!"

Hendra blocked Zafran's hand firmly, stopping his movement that would slap Lita again.

"Deliver! The woman****** this brings disaster to my life. I don't want to see him anymore! I'm talak-!" shouted Zafran doormat.

"NO!" Lita was screaming.

"Astaghfirullah al-adhiim! Speak, Sir. You can't decide in a state of anger like this. We'd better sit down, we'll talk carefully and find a solution. Do not repeat the mistakes of the old Father again, do not take Mr. Nyesel again," sela Jago prevents the tongue of Zafran who wants to say the word talak.

The chest of the man who was possessed by anger was blooming, hunting the air greedily. Both hands clenched, molars clashed against each other. Truly, he was transformed like a demon that night.

"Yes, Zafran. Control your emotions, don't make decisions when you're angry. Lita is the wife you choose, the wife you want. There is your role in all the problems that occur, not entirely Lita's fault. Patience, sit down!" sahut Hendra also mediated the two of them.

Luckily Jago was there, otherwise, perhaps Hendra was overwhelmed by Zafran's tough attitude.

"Aragh!"

Zafran slammed himself on the chair in annoyance.

"I'm sorry, Mas. Excuse me. I'm really happy, but I also really love you. I don't want to share with you, Mom. Naina's problem, it's up to you" said Lita resigned to her life.

Hendra and Jago turn their backs, what kind of mother makes a child a victim of all the mistakes he made.

"He's your son! You have to take care of him, who else will take care of him? I really didn't think you guys were heartless!"

Inflamed jago, can not stand the drama they make. Finally, he chose to leave the hospital with his heart broken.

"For a long time I could go crazy here," he continued.

In her room, Hendra asks Lita to leave Zafran and accompany Naina in her room.

The two of them remained in the stillness of the night.