I'm The One You Throw Out

Fate

"Where? Rayan likes to live here?" I asked her while rubbing the child's head.

The boy looked up, staring with his sparkling eyes.

"Likes, Grandma. Here there are many friends, Rayan so have friends," he said enthusiastically.

It was true, the ripples of his face were beaming as several neighbors came over to greet them. The people here are more friendly, understandably they do come from there. Then, move on when Fatih builds his restaurant business.

The house was taken care of by a neighbor who Fatih paid for on a regular basis every month. It was still as good as when they left it. Clean and tidy, none of the rooms were dusty. Really responsible and trustworthy.

"Home here is comfortable, ma'am. The neighbors are friendly too, I prefer to stay here" Seira told the truth.

"Well, Biya's mom is home. Back home that ghost, where beautiful," reprimanded a neighbor who accidentally passed in front of the red house.

"Yes, Alhamdulillah Bu Ningsih. Finally I have a daughter-in-law too, this is me also already have a grandson," replied Mother smiling sumringah.

"Thank God, I'm happy. May your marriage be happy and lasting until death do us part," she said, guaranteed by Mother and Seira.

"MOTHER! BROTHER! Come here quickly!" yelled Biya from inside the house.

Both of them jerked, then say goodbye to the neighbor and rushed into the house. Rayan who was also surprised followed the two by running.

"What's wrong?" ask Mom worried.

"Fatih's brother, from earlier, kept vomiting. Her face is also shoots, ma'am," Biya reported, pointing to the bathroom.

Seira was stunned, hurriedly approached the bathroom and opened the door quickly.

"Mas!" He was suffocated to see Fatih sitting on the bathroom floor. Crouch down near Fatih and hold the man.

"Darling ... Mas lemes really, nausea, dizzy head," Fatih said while whimpering in pain.

"We get out of here first, Mas's clothes are wet. It will get sick later," said Seira anxiously.

He helped Fatih move, taking her to the room on the first floor. The man's face was pale, his breathing was also wheezing, Fatih was exhausted. Seira put the back of her hand on her forehead, feeling her husband's body temperature.

"But the body is not hot. Maybe I catch a cold, want me a kerokin?" tawar Seira's.

Seeing the anxious murat on his wife's face, Fatih was filled. He rubbed Seira's cheek, which was immediately restrained by the woman.

"not hurt? If you are sick, you do not want to" he said.

Seira smiled, she kissed her palm cordially before saying, "We try first, yes. If the pain does not need to be driven, we go to the hospital."

Fatih nodded in agreement, Seira looked for coins, never found he took a spoon with wind oil. Then, it began to make up and down movements, back and forth, on the skin surface of Fatih's back.

"It hurts?" seira asked on the sidelines of the event to swipe Fatih's back.

"Argh, no, honey. Delicious, peratin. My nausea is somewhat reduced," Fatih replied with ease.

"Mama, Papah why? Is Papah sick?" rayan asked who approached them in his room.

Fatih lifted the little body, and sat it on his lap. Seira smiled from behind her husband's back seeing the closeness of the two of them.

"It's okay, Papah just caught a cold. Derykokin's abis will also heal. Mamah most effective medicine if we are sick again," said Fatih who approved Rayan.

"Father really, Mamah is great. Dear Mamah!" sahut Rayan while looking at Seira with her sweet smile.

A sense of warmth spread throughout Fatih's body, burning the already heated soul. Just want to hurry up the night, and complete the passionate desire.

*****

Elsewhere, Zafran was there. Behind the solid iron bars. Separated with Lita who was sobbing outside him.

"Why are you dark in the eyes, Mom? If so, how will our lives continue?" his question was powerless to endure the turbulent sadness in the heart.

"I'm sorry, I was happy at the time. I think everything will be safe because there is no cctv, I'm sorry. All that I did for you and Naina" Zafran replied in tears.

Deeply regretted at heart, he really did not think long when he took something that was not his. All he thought about at that moment was making his wife and son smile happily. Sometimes they eat at fancy restaurants.

"How do you do, Mas?" ask Lita confused. He had to take care of two people who needed extra supervision.

"You wait for me, yeah. I'll drop off Mom, please take care of Mom while I'm here. You can, right?" pinta Zafran holding Lita's trembling hand.

Very lazy, anyway. Mending I stay with them if they get rich men. Why wait for a husband who is in prison also takes care of sick in-laws. Make me tired.

Foul is his heart, really Lita has no feelings. He has lost his conscience.

"I-iya, Mom. Then I go home first. Kasian Mom is with Naina at home" said Lita while wiping her tears.

He left Zafran alone, with no friends but the same criminals as him. He dropped his back on the cell wall, lamenting his unfortunate fate. Trials came over, he was not ready to accept everything.

Along the way Lita swore, kicking the empty air in annoyance. His sadness evaporated just like that, changing into an incomparable vexation. To the extent that even crossing did not see the road, a car drove at high speed towards him.

The sound of the horn jolted Lita, she was flabbergasted. Closing his face preparing to accept his fate.

*****

"MOTHER!"

Prangs!

Naina who was asleep woke up shocked by the dream she had also the sound of falling objects nearby. He looked around and did not find his mother. There was only an old woman in a wheelchair who had trouble reaching for the glass.

He sat with a sweaty face, his breath hunting. His gaze continued to glimme in all directions, looking around for the figure of the woman.

"Mother! Mother where is it? Mama!" call Naina quivering.

The boy cried because what he called never appeared. Looking back, he looked at the old woman.

"Grandmother, where are you going?" Naina's raucous voice asked. His sobs rang out bitterly, wanting Mom to reach the child's head and wipe it to provide calmness.

However, whatever the power, just moving can't. Naina went up and came to Mom, their eyes met for a while. Only then can I give him the order to get him some drinking water. Naina understood, immediately took the glass and gave it to Mom.

He no longer cried, but the stuffing was still left.

"Grandmother, where's Mom going? Why didn't Nai call me dateng-dateng?" tanyanya sad.

The boy's head lowered, he said sadly, "Mother must be sad because Nai is naughty. Grandma, Nai isn't naughty, is she? Why did Dad snatch Nai earlier? Nai is sad."

Not knowing what to answer, only tears that seeped into the cheeks.

How cute are you, son. You're innocent, but you have to bear the blame people know you.