I'm The One You Throw Out

The Son is Still the Son

Lita really did not heed the wishes of her son. He kept breezing away leaving their rented quarters. Leaving the sad Naina and feeling lonely.

A black luxury car was waiting for him on the side of the highway. From behind the sunglasses, a middle-aged man smiled at him. Within a few weeks she had been dating some lonely men.

As before, they went to a star hotel as promised. For the money, whatever he's gonna do. What matters, money.

Lita and the man entered the hotel by accident with someone.

"Wait a minute, I think I know that guy. Who, huh?" He muttered while thinking.

Instantly smiling cynically, his eyes narrowed sharply. She knew the man Lita was with.

"Because you. Is Zafran already can not pay you so you have to be willing to date old men like that." He sneered.

His eyes sparkled for a moment as an idea emerged.

"Campus you! I ruined your life!" he snorted while taking a step to go somewhere.

Lita doesn't know, if something's in love with her. They went into a room, and without further ado launched a forbidden action that Lita had been struggling with for weeks.

Elsewhere, in the cell there. Zafran sat languidly in the corner of the room. Just now he and his cellmates did some filial work. Usually on weekends, they will be visited by relatives. However, several weeks have passed, Lita did not go to the prison where Zafran was imprisoned.

"O Allah, does no one care about me anymore? Why has Lita never come? I want to know how Mom is doing too? Naina ... The boy was not wrong, but I was very bad with him," Zafran told himself.

Again the shadow of Seira who was crying as she chased him back flashed and became her deepest regret. If only, had it been, for example, .. ah, it would have been too late.

If only he had nurtured the word, Seira would never have returned to him. For eternity.

"I'm sorry, Sei. Wherever you are, may happiness be with you. I'm sorry I broke my promise to you, to your mother. I'm a sinner." Tears fell back on my cheeks.

He restored his restless hair, again remembering his hard attitude towards Naina. While in prison, Zafran often received spiritual guidance from an ustadz who was deliberately invited to give religious lessons.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry. Naina .. Sorry Dad, son. Sorry Dad." Zafran buried his head on both knees. Sobbing bitterly realized his mistake towards the little girl.

She really wants Lita to come and take Naina. Honey, the woman never showed her nose in prison.

"Hey, Zafran. Do you have no family? How come I never heard of anyone looking at you?" ask a friend who sees Zafran curled up in a corner.

The pitiful man stopped his cries, he looked up at the ceiling of the room. Questions like that often he got from colleagues in the cell.

"I don't know, do I still have a family? My wife, my son, my mother, I don't know how they are?" lirih Zafran.

Both hands hugged the knees, the head leaned against the cell wall, the sighs sounded heavy and tired. His jakun was up and down slowly, he looked pitiful.

A pat on the shoulder jolted Zafran's daydream. He closed his eyes without moving from his original position.

"Patience, Bro. Maybe they are not the same as you, but have not found the right time to come. Think positive, yes," he said, calming Zafran.

The man's head turned, pinning a smile despite the force, comforting his troubled heart.

"Thank you, yeah."

Luckily, he had a good companion in the cell. Maybe it was the reward of every good he ever did in life.

Leaving Zafran with a thousand regrets. At his home, Seira and Fatih hold a simple thanksgiving event. They invited the orphans to eat together and receive compensation from Mother. Well, the event was held by Mother who enthusiastically welcomed Seira's pregnancy. First grandchild.

"Thank you for coming. Pray that the child conceived by Ibu Sei becomes a child who is sholehah, obeys religion, and loves the country. Aamiin!"

Simple food, done with neighbors. All affected by the happiness obtained by the family. As a sign of gratitude to the Almighty for the blessings that abound on the surface of this earth.

The children look happy, Rayan is very easy to adapt to them. Play together and even eat together. It makes Seira happy, no need to worry about the uncertain future. Be grateful for what you get today.

"Mamma! Mom!" Rayan came running with her face reddened.

"Why, baby? Why, what, running around?" asked Seira who was cool to pay attention to everyone.

"Friends said he said Rayan wanted to have a sister, huh? Right, Mah?" tanyanya could not wait to hear the answer from Seira.

"Lho, you want a sister, don't you?" Fatih appeared while squatting before him.

"You, must be Rayan's beautiful and handsome sister, but ...." Rayan was downcast, the twinkle in her eyes was gone out of nowhere. The smile he carved disappeared changed softly which locked the handsome face.

Seira and Fatih looked at each other, something happened and they did not know about it.

"But what, baby?" ask Fatih while lifting Rayan's chin using her index finger.

The boy's sad eyes looked at the two of them alternately, there was anxiety emanating there. Fear also dominates.

"Said Temen Rayan, if there is a sister later Rayan not loved anymore like him. Rayan does not want, Rayan loves Mamah, same Papah, same Sister." His tongue said that.

Seira glanced at Fatih, he was worried about the same thing considering that Rayan is just a child. Unlike the fetus that is now in the womb.

However, next to Fatih's attitude, made Seira a little relieved. The man rubbed both of Rayan's shoulders, pulling her in a hug to expel all the bad thoughts embedded without her noticing it. Just a moment, but make Rayan's heart feel relieved.

"Don't hear people talking, Rayan is Papah's son too. Papah will love Rayan. If there will be a sister, Papah has two valuable treasures that Papah must guard and Papah dear. Rayan the same Sister. Try, Papah wants to know Rayan already has a name not made Sister later?" fatih said as he stared at the boy's bead.

The boy nodded firmly.

"Who?"

"Secret, I'll see if my sister comes out. Can Rayan give me a name?" the door returned smiling.

They nodded in anxious grimacing hearts, what name did the boy prepare for his sister. Seira turned to Fatih, he leaned his head on his shoulder, looking at Rayan who was running back to his friends.

"False, Mas. I hope you don't vary them after our child is born" Seira said expectantly.

"God willing, no, baby. The name of the child remains a child, which we must take care of, we take care of, we love. No matter what status, biological or not, they are still children."

The words thrown from her husband's lips warmed Seira's heart. Increasing gratitude in his heart, how happy he is with his present life.

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Brak!

"Basic, J*l*ng!"

(Couplican).

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Hello, all brothers. Not tired of the author saying a lot of thanks for all the support provided. Warm regards.