I'm The One You Throw Out
Meet Old Friends II
Unexpected meeting, never wanted. Seira who was about to sit down, knitted her brows thought as her beautiful eyes caught a familiar figure in her life.
He gulped when he remembered who the owner of those sharp eyes was. His hard, always angry facial lines when meeting, presented a sense of anxiety that slowly filled the heart. A memory of the past ripples to the surface, a memory of how their relationship intertwined at that time.
"Darling, what's wrong?" reprimand Fatih while holding Seira's cold and moist hands.
He looked back with a smile before shaking his head and sitting down.
"Nothing, really." Seira tried as calmly as possible so that panic did not run in the heart.
"Fuck, I want that." Rayan's voice caught the attention of everyone, including the children who were in the group.
"Which one, honey?" ask Fatih.
Rayan pointed to a cuisine she wanted. The troubled girl there frowned as she watched the child's face. At first glance it was similar to Fatih, but if examined more carefully, her facial lines belonged to Seira.
That kid's feeling is a bit like her, huh? I guess, yeah. Is that maybe his son again.
Eyes busy looking, hearts busy muttering. Think fully filled with the presumptions that keep coming cramming it.
"Hey, eat! Why daydream?" reprimand the friend of Fatih who awakened the woman from her mind.
"Ah, yes. Sorry," he said as he continued eating while occasionally glancing at Seira and Rayan.
Once again their gazes met, he smiled sinisterly while twisting his eyes.
"Unexpectedly, the title of eternal singles is now no longer held by him. He even had a child and marriage did not say anything. Huge bad!" The sentence was thrown just like that did not expect if Fatih had been married and had children.
"Sorry, Bro. I married in the village at that time and have not yet made a reception here. Now, you're here, same, right?" the Fatih that was allowed by them.
"Don't forget our hands" interrupted another.
"Yes, just calm down. I spent all this food" Fatih said, pointing to the food at the table.
Seira was more silent, enjoying her food without taste because it felt the cold and gave her goosebumps.
Relax, Sei. He will not dare to macem-macem with you.
Seira encouraged her heart, calmed her down and continued to try to relieve the anxiety that had been lingering there.
"Eh?" Seira flinched and immediately stood up when someone accidentally spilled water onto her shirt.
"Darling!"
He was confused while looking at his own body, some clothes wet and cause discomfort.
"I-I'm sorry, my son accidentally. Sorry, yes, sister," said a woman of Seira's age in a panic.
He hurriedly pulled the tissue and dried Seira's clothes with it, but it didn't help at all.
"It's okay, brother. It's okay, don't worry" said Seira holding the hand of the woman who was drying her clothes.
He told his son to apologize for not feeling good to Fatih who looked unhappy.
"Sorry, Brother. I really didn't mean it, sorry." The ten-year-old boy apologized politely to Seira.
The pregnant woman smiled, rubbed her head gently and calmed down. The fear that his heart felt slowly disappeared got a gentle touch from the woman.
"It's okay, baby. Don't feel guilty about it, yeah. Everyone has done it too" he said gently.
Not only the boy, but everyone was fascinated by Seira's attitude that did not look upset let alone angry. He remained calm and smiled, even though Fatih was holding back the annoyance.
"It's okay, Mom. Just wet a little," he replied while confirming the clothes attached to the skin of the stomach.
"Thank God, good thing it's not a hot drink." Fatih glanced at the child, Seira sighed at it.
"Mas, I'm going to the back first, yeah. Not comfortable wet like this." Seira bowed while whispering something in her husband's ear that managed to eliminate the anger in the heart.
He nodded and returned smiling. Calling a waiter to drive Seira.
"Please continue!" fatih said excited to make all his friends amazed.
"I wonder what your wife whispered? Why can you keep hugging me like this?" ask one of the friends who is possessed by another.
"No need to know, it's Dalem's business." Fatih was nonchalant, laughing at the hearing of******heavy from all her friends.
Good, he's gone.
They continued eating, again talking about the business they were in. Without anyone realizing one of them had disappeared.
While in the back, Seira is accompanied by a servant Fatih. They did not go to the toilet, but to the room Seira occupied while there.
"Wait!" A voice stopped the steps of the two.
Seira turned around and frowned seeing that the woman was in front of him right now.
"What's wrong? Do we have a problem?" ask Seira calmly.
"Can you leave us?" asked the woman glanced at the servant who was with Seira.
"I'm sorry, Mom, but I can't. You asked me to make a meeting, Mother," said the servant girl who looked bravely at him.
He smiled, walking eroding the distance between them.
"No need to worry so, I just want to talk to your employer. And it's a secret, so please stay a while. Can you?" her door.
He who was about to speak again detained Seira, and through a gesture asked her to leave for a while.
"Good, Mom." He's gone, but not completely. He would not ignore Fatih's orders to look after the mistress. He hid behind a wall and listened to what the woman wanted to talk about.
Seira smiled, they had also faced off like that in the past. In bad conditions and situations, of course. The carriage remained as calm as before, and the woman was still the same. Stay cynical with Seira. Revenge flashed in his eyes, not knowing this time what made him so angry.
"How are you, Mala? Do you want to ask about Mas Zafran? I've been divorced with her for a long time" Seira said.
He smiled sinisterly, folding both hands on his stomach, looking at Seira with disdain.
"Great you, yes. Apart from Zafran continue to move along with other rich men. Is it because Zafran is poor, and you stay?" Mala smiled sneering.
"It turns out I was right, yes. You are not a good woman and only want Zafran's treasure. Hmm. .. I'm sure if this man goes bankrupt you will stay too" she felt victorious.
Seira laughed, completely unprovoked by the words that spouted from her mouth.
"You don't know anything, don't judge others because if you're wrong, you'll be ashamed. So, stop second-guessing, you better focus on your life, do not interfere too much in the affairs of others," said Seira remained calm as before.
Mala did not accept, her heart heated up. He wants Seira to be angry and scold him, but it has never worked since their feud began.
"What? My life is fine, though. I just feel sorry for you, not tired of chasing rich men? For what, anyway? So that your life is good, is it? Hmm...emang basic cheap and poor women, can only take care of the property of the husband only. You're like a prick, yeah. From the beginning just want to feel good," Mala teased more bold and more shameless.
Seira sighed, she shook her head in wonder at the woman.
"Stop insulting him!"
