I'm The One You Throw Out

The Poor Naina

"Well, why do we have to move? Rayan likes to live here," asked Rayan sadly while her parents were packing their things.

Seira left the job, approached the baby, swept by the cheek of kingpin Rayan with a smile.

"Because Grandma's house there is nothing to fill, baby. Grandma also does not want to live alone, Grandma wants to be with Rayan. Someone bought this house, it's okay, isn't it?" sahut Seira comforts the child.

The round eyes that always made Seira's heart flutter were staring fully at her. There is a sense of reluctance to leave the house, but also do not want to part with the Mamah. Be he nodded obediently even though the radiance of sadness clearly appeared to be visible.

Perhaps Rayan had another premonition about the house, her heart knowing that someone would come looking for her. Someone who plays no less important role in his life, but I don't know who. For sure, his heart wanted to stay there.

"Printer's son." Seira praised before returning to help Fatih.

This is his own decision, after last night Fatih told about who the previous owner of the house they live in.

"I don't want to stay here anymore" Seira said that night.

Fatih had expected it, if only he knew the owner of the house was the ex-husband Seira would not he buy it let alone to be given to the wife. Unfortunately, he did not know until Jago met Seira, then the truth was revealed.

Fatih and everyone threw gazes at each other, Seira's hand rubbing cheeks quickly preventing the water falling from the eyes from raining down on her. His body trembled, his heart throbbing pain. Given everything they've done in the past, it's heartless.

"Where if we live in the house of the old mother, dear also no one ngisi," suggested Ii mediate.

Fatih glanced at Seira, the woman let out a long sigh and anointed him slowly. The feeling of tightness that had squeezed the chest cavity, immediately evaporated and went away by itself.

"It's okay, stay where you come from don't be here" Seira said.

He glanced at Fatih, the shadow of Seira's suffering that Mang Udin had told him just flashed in the man's temple. How he understood what his wife felt.

"It's not that I can't escape the past, Mas, but I'm afraid he's dark in the eyes and take Rayan away from me" Seira said.

"Why should he take Rayan? Doesn't she have a child?" ask Fatih. It had been a long time since he wanted to ask, but was worried about offending Seira.

"When the truth is revealed, about whose child Lita conceived, it does not rule out the possibility that she will come to take her child. I don't want to, Mas," said Seira.

All astonished, all this time Seira knew that the child Lita conceived was not the son of Zafran.

"So, all this time Non know? Why didn't that say?" tanya Bi Sari was regretting.

Seira turned her eyes to the old woman who had been helping her all this time.

"Well, Bi. Lita once said to me that she was a place for irresponsible male lust, but I chose silence because I caught them being." Seira had no power to hold her heart back from feeling any more pain.

Fatih rubbed the water on his wife's cheek, pulling Seira's trembling body into an embrace.

"Actually I was going to say, but when we got home we got kicked out. I'm disgusted by them, Bi. I'm sick of seeing their faces. Especially when they say I'm barren and can't have children. My heart hurts, Bi. That's why I don't want them to know about Rayan. He's a boy who doesn't need a guardian for later marriage" said Seira increasingly shaky and bitter.

"Sstt .. Don't remember it again. Yeah, we moved to Mom's house. We won't stay here anymore" Fatih said, hugging and rubbing his wife's back.

Biya who saw the sadness on the face of the sister-in-law, as well as the story of the woman's grief, dropped her head on Mother's shoulder while wrapping her arms around her. He did not want to be bad luck like Seira, if only he was in the position of his sister-in-law it would definitely not be able to pass all the tests without Mother.

"Thank you, Mom, you already know me."

And that morning they also left the new house over a month occupied by Seira and Rayan. Seira rubbed the head of her son who kept looking back, at the house that made him feel safe and comfortable.

Fatih pulled him into the arms, whatever he would do to make them happy. He believes that all good and bad deeds will be rewarded. Given Biya, the only sister he had taken care of after Dad's departure, Fatih did not want the girl to have the same fate as his wife.

Mother's old house is in another part of Jakarta province. It's okay to be a little away from the restaurant, the important thing is that their lives will not get disturbed.

*****

In front of the house, Zafran ventured closer to the gate fence. The house he bought first now looked more luxurious after Fatih had it. All adapted to Seira's liking. It was really the house Seira wanted and she could never make it.

"Franch!" His voice called out to the child.

However, there is no reason, let alone the appearance of the figure from inside the house. His hands tightly gripped the iron gate, resisting the overflowing turmoil. Empty, the house is uninhabited right now.

Maybe he should go back first to see the condition of Mother, after which he will return to meet with Rayan. His son is from Seira, a woman he considers barren and imperfect.

Zafran stepped gontai down the aisle of the hospital. The condition is chaotic, hair is tangled, dry and dull. Yesterday's clothes that are currently attached to his body feel moist and emit an unpleasant odor.

No more handsome and charismatic Zafran. There is a haggard Zafran and no passion for life. Everything has gone, everything has been lost with the destruction of the world he has.

He went into Mom's room, there was Lita there feeding Mom. Also Naina who looks fresher than last night.

"Dad! Where'd you come from?" ask the boy. Although her body was still weak, Naina approached Zafran and hugged his legs like she always did every time Zafran came home.

The man looked down, looking into the eyes of the child he had been caring for. Recalling his status as a non-son, Zafran took off both hands encircling his legs. Brushed the boy away from him, then slammed himself on the couch.

"Dad, Dad why? Are you tired, let Nai get a massage" he said as he approached again.

"Don't get close! DON'T COME NEAR ME!" snapped Zafran doesn't know cause.

The little girl flinched, her body freezing instantly. Red liquid fell from both nostrils, but there were no tears.

The surprised Lita heard the high voice of Zafran turning her head immediately. Hurriedly placed the porridge plate, and approached Naina.

"Nai! Dear." His voice trembled while taking a tissue to close his son's nostrils.

Zafran is stunned to see blood continue to pour from both nostrils of Naina, but he is reluctant to take action even though his heart wants to. Her little heart felt pity for Naina because after all she had nothing wrong. He did not know what mistake his mother had made.

Oh, what a pity! Poor naina!