I'm The One You Throw Out

The Strange

Lita collapsed on the street, almost the car tasted her body if the driver did not press the brake quickly. The woman paled, almost taking her life. He hunted the air while holding his tight chest.

The driver with a neat appearance came out and approached him. He crouched down near Lita and checked her condition.

"You're all right? Sorry, I didn't intentionally. I was dizzy again because of the problem and drove carelessly," he said apologizing.

Lita looked up, seeing the appearance as well as his handsome face, a rotten plan arranged in her cunning brain. He asked the man for water, pretending to be weak and helpless. However, just as she was leaving, Lita fell down and was unconscious.

The man was surprised, he turned his head increasingly here worried that it would be the moons of citizens because of his negligence. Luckily, the streets were not too crowded that afternoon.

Hurriedly he lifted Lita's body and took her somewhere. It's not home because it's impossible for him to bring the woman home. In a hotel room, Lita is laid.

Her beautiful face looked haggard and dull because it had never been cared for. The man watched the woman he hit earlier. He smiled strangely before going into the bathroom.

A little later, Lita woke up. Confused to see the state of the room that is no longer the same as his room in rented. The gurgling sound of water rubbed his ears, he turned his head and smiled full of deception. Plan succeeded.

The bathroom door opened, Lita pretended to be confused by her current state.

"Wake up? How's it gonna get better?" tanyanya while walking closer to the bed with just wearing a towel on the waist.

Lita looked away from her embarrassed face, the red hue on her cheek poking out in ignorance of the time. Right, it had been a long time since he felt the stoutness of a man. Ever since the trouble with Zafran, and he misses that touch.

"Yeah. Can I take the bathroom?" asked Lita while continuing to turn.

"Wear it, you're free here. Sorry, I don't know where your house is. So, I brought you here because you passed out" said the man, feeling guilty.

"Yes, it's okay. Thank you," said Lita as she got out of bed and into the bathroom.

The man smiled strangely, he put on clothes then walked out of the hotel room. I don't know where to go. She must have left Lita alone. Inside the bathroom, Lita began to draw up a plan. If his guess doesn't miss, he's a rich man and Lita can drain his money.

Lita wrapped her body with a potluck towel, opened the bathroom door along with the hotel door that opened. Like a timid girl, Lita closed the door again.

The man smiled, walked into the bathroom with a shopping bag. He knocked on the door where Lita was.

"This is me buying you a change of clothes" he said.

Lita thrusts her hand out, asking. He pulled it back and closed the door. The man walked to the bed, lying down while watching television.

Lita screeched, the clothes she bought were indeed expensive clothes, but lacking materials. He's out trying to be confident. Standing shyly not far from the bed.

"You want me to drive you home?" asked the man earlier to glance at Lita wildly.

"I don't know. I don't want to be home anymore" said Lita.

"Why? Is there a problem in your house?" He sat up.

Lita nodded, her fingers squeezing the end of the dres and slightly pulling it.

"What's your problem?"

"My son is sick, but I'm having trouble making money to get him to the hospital. I just want to calm myself, do not know where to go," said Lita pitifully.

The man held Lita's hand, pulling her to sit on the bed. In her heart, Lita was satisfied because she managed to make him sympathize.

"When you need money, I can give you whatever you want, but it has to be reciprocal. I don't want all my money to go out in vain." He whispered at the end of the sentence.

Bravely sniffing the neck of Lita who let out the fragrance of flowers from the soap she was wearing.

Damnit damnit! But that's okay, for the money.

For money, just for money. Lita was even willing to betray her marriage. Everything is just for the money.

A few days passed, Fatih's condition became more confusing, he even left the restaurant to Gilang because he did not want to go anywhere. Lazy, that's what he's feeling now. Every day always sticks to Seira, under any circumstances.

"Darling! Where are you?" he screamed that morning.

Seira who was cooking in the kitchen turned the eyeballs lazily. He didn't go anywhere, but the man was always looking for him.

"In the kitchen, Mom!"

The cost exceeds Rayan, Seira must be good at sharing time to pamper them both. The wife's voice was like a fresh breeze in the middle of the desert, Fatih rushed to the kitchen and as usual, hugged Seira from behind.

"Why, Mas? It's still morning, you know," he said. Just look, their hair is still wet from last night's battle. Lately, Fatih's performance in bed has increased. What why? Seira doesn't know either.

"Emang why? Can't you hug your own wife?" whispered while sipping the skin of Seira's neck.

"Mas! Embarrassed to see the same mother Biya, especially Rayan the same Bi Sari." Seira shook her shoulders slowly.

"Who cares. I just want to hug my wife, really." Fatih keukeuh, during the cooking show, he did not release a hug.

Now, it even pulled Seira's body into his lap. The woman's head was wailing worried that the occupants of the house would see. His body was caged by Fatih, the two sturdy hands were tightly coiled around his waist.

"Mas, why, anyway? How, lately it's been so weird like this? Though I'm not going anywhere, you know," asked Seira astonished.

Fatih shook her head that stuck to Seira's chest.

"Mas also do not know, for a second do not see you feel sad continue to miss. That's why I don't want to go to a restaurant, I want to be at home" he said in a spoiled tone.

Amused indeed, but managed to make Seira's face blush. He clenched Fatih's head in a fit of rage, kissing his crown many times due to an immeasurable sense of happiness.

"Why?" Fatih's suddenly looking up face stopped Seira's head movement kissing her head.

"I'm worried about Mas, lately managed to stop Rayan. I want to take Mas to the doctor" he said with a seductive smile.

Fatih slid her face back in Seira's chest. Grunting was unacceptable as he felt fine.

"It doesn't hurt, why go to the doctor?" he said not happy.

A crisp laugh came out from the woman's lips, somehow explaining her current feelings. For sure his heart is flowering and does not want the moment like now to pass quickly.

"Darling, I think it makes a good sound. I really want to eat rujak, can you make it?" tanya Fatih looked at Seira with her glazed eyes.

His jakun went up and down swallowing saliva that suddenly flooded in the mouth. Imagining rujak with its sour, sweet, and spicy taste is really appetizing.

"Ruby?" Seira's eyebrows are linked, "but it's still morning, Mas. The seller is also not open yet," he continued astonished.

It's out of Fatih's habit, the man doesn't usually ask for rujak because he doesn't really like sour ones.

"Come, baby. Mas drooling to know," said Fatih sulking.

"Take a doctor, son. Like your husband is really sick, the morning gini ask for rujak. Where's the buy?" suddenly Mother's murmur.

The old woman was also astonished by her son's attitude lately. He sat down at the table without looking at them. Seira tries to get up, but Fatih holds him back.

"Can, you can buy the fruit, ma'am. Let Sei make it at home," he said without guilt.

Mother shook her shoulders indifferently, opened the dishes and prepared to eat.

"Yes, we'll buy it later, but after breakfast. Let me give a bribe" he said, slowly taking off Fatih's circle of hands.

Since everyone had already arrived, Fatih unwillingly let go of the embrace. Like having two twins, Seira took turns to feed her husband and son. Biya grimaced in disgust at the strange behavior of the Big Brother, but Bi Sari just smiled happily.