I'm The One You Throw Out

Aware?

Months had passed, several full moons had passed. Seira's stomach began to look, Fatih increasingly intensely pay attention to it. The woman should not even do this job even if it is light.

"Mom, why is Mom here? How angry are you?" the assistant who had been working in the house for a long time. He also took care of their home when it was abandoned.

"It's okay, Bi. I just want to sit here, really. Bi, what's in the fridge?" seira asked, he wanted to eat something and would ask the assistant who cooked it.

"There's a lot, Mom. What would you cook?" He opened the fridge showing the contents. Complete.

"Auntie can't make a clear soto? I want to eat it again" he asked.

Saliva gathers under the tongue, imagining the typical cuisine of an area in the eastern part of the island of Java that evokes that taste.

"Oh, Auntie can't do that, Mom. You often made soto who uses coconut milk," said Bibi full of regret.

"It's okay, Bi. Let me tell you how, Auntie ready just all this stuff first." Seira gave him a piece of paper containing the recipe of the food he wanted.

Aunty read the rows of letters that were written while the beards understood. He began to prepare all the materials under Seira's supervision.

"Darling! Where's where?" Fatih's voice echoed in front of the kitchen door.

"In the kitchen, Mas. Here!"

"Mom!"

"Here, baby."

Seira answered the call of the two of them without moving from where she was sitting. He turned around to welcome the arrival of Rayan who ran towards him.

"Mom!" The boy hugged her, he smiled as he received a kiss on the crown.

"Well, Papah comes first. It's not fair that Papah can't be kissed by Mamah." Fatih came while flirting.

He looked different that day, a white shirt wrapped around his athletic body. Material pants only cover the knees, with footwear sandals showing the skin of the calf white.

Seira clucked in awe, a rare sight. Usually the man will wear a shirt and trousers. Seira's face blushed by itself, Fatih frowned. Step inside and sit next to his wife.

"Why smile? Is something weird?" he asked while looking fully at the beautiful woman who was pregnant.

"Mas looks different, huh, today? Make my heart frown," seduced Seira while blinking mischievously.

Fatih's heart warmed up, following both cheeks. Seira laughed at the perfect red hue. It turns out that his wife, besides being good at cooking, is also good at making her blush. Fatih smelled a smile, if only not in the kitchen was definitely devoured sweet lips. If only he had a happy wife, he would have been married.

Eh? Yes if Sei is my wife, klo right? No, I'm lucky to have a match until I meet Sei. If Sei wasn't my wife, it wouldn't feel the same. She's my wife .. oh, beautiful!

Fatih's heart talks to itself, laughs to itself, is happy not to play to have a beautiful wife and good at taking care of herself and her stomach. What else is less? Just waiting for a few more months, the woman even perfected her life.

Seira smiled amusedly at the look on her husband's blushing face, as well as that bashful manner.

Thanks, hon. You have brought flowers in my life. You are the best. No other woman treats me as much as you do. Nonexistent. Only you. I don't want to be a stupid man like your ex-husband. Nope!

Fatih's heart muttered again, since Seira's arrival in his life happiness never subsided. Even if there was a problem, whether at home or in a restaurant, the woman he married three years ago always had a way to calm him down.

She's a beautiful wife by birth and inwardly, solace, gloomy entertainer. At home he will play a good wife, on the streets sometimes he becomes a friend who gives warning as well as advice. He became a guide when Fatih felt deadlocked.

"Mas! Mas! How, daydreaming?" reprimand Seira while waving her hand in front of her husband's face.

"Eh?" Fatih.

Unexpectedly he was swept away in his imagination, talking to heart about the woman he had. Fatih chuckled covering her embarrassment.

"Well, why smile for yourself? His eyes did not blink looking at Mamah. It must be because Mamah is beautiful," continued Rayan while leaning back at Seira's feet.

Seira shut her mouth hiding a laugh, shaking her head slowly. There are only two behaviors that always invite laughter and happiness.

"That's for sure, baby. Grandma was immediately fascinated by Mamah when she first saw, let alone Papah," Sambar Mother who had somehow come to know had sat at the dinner table.

Fatih rubbed the nape of the wrong behavior, it was true what Mother said. He had even been fascinated by Seira since their first glance. The dining room was always warm if they were gathering.

Even the aunt who had worked in the house for a long time could feel the difference. Right, since the presence of Fatih's wife, the house that is usually quiet is now always filled with laughter and happiness. Especially when Rayan is acting adorable.

Thank God, the same mother and her two children are now happy. Your father there must be happy too.

Aunt Art's heart muttered gratefully.

"Today what menu do you love with Auntie?" ask Mom when she smells the delicious aroma that comes out of cooking.

"Just soto, Mom. I want to eat it again" replied Seira.

One by one they came and gathered at the table for breakfast. Biya with her school uniform, the girl did not escape the attention of Aunt. The joy, the laughter he never heard, and the smile that was always meant for a certain person, now everything changes.

"Oh, must be seger. From the smell it was already appetizing," said Fatih when receiving the soto.

The recipe of the wife never failed, always managed to spoil her tongue and refuse other foods. Rayan grew up different from the other kids. The boy was so good at eating a bowl of soto. He has learned to eat by himself.

*****

Elsewhere, Lita had locked herself in her room for days. The room that used to be occupied by Mother, now he made a place to meditate. Hiding from a world that has humiliated him.

It's all gone, it's gone and back to what it used to be. He can't even afford a nanny anymore. Every day just angry, and locked yourself away. Nothing he did made Mom nervous.

"Mother! Nai Laper, Grandma hasn't eaten either. You're not cooking?" Naina knocks on the door of the room calling out to Lita.

His heart was filled with tears when he heard the little girl's voice. He was so ashamed of them. Really embarrassed.

"Mother! Nai laper, Mom. Want to eat." The heart-wrenching voice was again heard, further adding pain to the wound.

Maybe he should do what he should have done to make his heart calm. Lita moved, stepped near the door, standing dumbstruck. His hands were raised hesitantly, but he did not stop opening the door.

"Mother!"

Lita dropped down in front of the child, hugging him while sobbing.

"Sorry Mom, baby. Sorry Mother. Mother sinned with you."