I'm The One You Throw Out

At That Time ....

Side Story Seira's.

That day Mas Zafran asked me to buy all the wedding necessities. I was accompanied by Bi Sari because she was more nimble and more reliable. Mother was old, her frail body was often sickly. Be I ask Mother's permission to take Bi Sari with me.

"It's all over, isn't it, Bi? No one's missing, huh?" ask me while looking through the items we bought and match them with the list of notes I made on a piece of paper.

"I think it's, Non, but Auntie's kebelet. Aunty to the toilet first, yeah."

I chuckled looking at the pias face of the middle-aged woman. His age is under Mother, naturally he is still able to lift a lot of groceries. I called his head to give him permission, then looked up here and there looking for a stall.

The scorching sun made my throat drag and dry. Many times I gulped, still unable to wet it. I spread my gaze to a roadside stall, it's okay that I will wait for Bi Sari there.

I asked a teenager who was a pelvic jockey at the market to bring me things I couldn't carry. Sitting in the stall while enjoying a glass of iced tea is enough to give a fresh taste to my throat.

A message notification came to my phone, a message from Mas Zafran. He was always so, asking whatever he wanted to know even if it was just a trivial thing. For some reason every time I receive a message from her, my lips always want to smile.

Maybe this is called falling in love, always making the heart flowery. Longing to loom in the eye, even though it is just a few days to wait then we will officially get married.

I flinched when something cold wet flushed my hair. I kept the phone away so it wouldn't get splashed. Standing up in disbelief someone had purposely doused my body with the ice water.

"So you, huh, Zafran's future wife? Pretty good, but your class is far away. I wonder why Zafran could want to be with you, huh? Don't you use hooks or tricks so he wants to be with you, right? Hmm ... poor women who want to rise, always use many ways to achieve their goals. Yeah, like you."

A faint and mocking voice rubbed my ears. A voice I had never heard before, suddenly came charging over and stuffing my ears. Low noise residents who were in the stall could not refuse. Continuing to push in erodes patience.

I took a deep breath, normalizing the emotions. Keep reminding yourself that you are in a crowd right now. I exhaled the air slowly, throwing away the emotions that had stopped in my heart.

I raised my face, looking at the sexy-clothed woman in front of me. I think right now my eyebrows are knitted perfectly. Who is this woman in front of me? Why was he wearing such material-deficient clothes? Or is it her daughter's clothes? Oh, astaghfirullah! Is there a woman who looks like this woman?

I unconsciously shook my head, astonished at the woman. Does he have no shame?

"I'm sorry, I don't know you. Why did you suddenly flush me? Isn't that not well done by a respectable woman like you?" I said while calmly smiling.

The rumor, which was like the sound of a bee in my ear earlier, gradually disappeared and was silent. I tried to act as calm as possible even though the emotion kept screaming asking me to vent my anger. Nah! I will not indulge in lusts that will only harm myself.

Weepy!

The woman spat fiercely, staring in disgust at me. I don't know what my sins are to him? just know no, come and make a riot.

"Don't be your best friend, the woman who would be the husband!" the intensity makes me wonder.

"Captor? Husband-to-be?" I was confused as to what he meant. Who is the sniper? Who is the husband of that man? Mas Zafran is my future husband.

I feel like I want to laugh, maybe he's the wrong guy, right.

However, remembering that he mentioned one name in his first sentence earlier, my smile was drawn back. My brain was swirling around looking for the answer my heart was proposing. What does this woman have to do with Mas Zafran?

"Why? Do you remember anything?" ketus tanyanya.

I lifted the face that had been bowed earlier, looking at him who was smiling cynically and triumphantly. What has he won? There aren't. Then, for some reason my laughter could break even if it was not broken.

"Oh, you're the former Mas Zafran who went to Overseas then, huh? Zafran told me all about you. He doesn't want me to misunderstand if you come to disturb. You guys broke up a long time ago, long before I knew Mas Zafran," I said, keeping calm and smiling.

"Don't want you, yeah. I never broke up with him. He stayed because of you who came to tempt him. If he is not you are tempted, it is impossible to be with you. Poor women are lying. Surely you are willing to do whatever it is to make of your ambition!" the distance further slandered me.

Screaming around, there were many pairs of eyes watching our current feud. I exhaled again, throwing away the emotions that actually wanted to explode and destroy this woman in front of me.

"Sorry, I know you are the one who left Mas Zafran to pursue your ambitions. To whatever extent you slander me, it will not dampen my steps to continue forward. I fear nothing, if God has bound us in the thread of a soul mate, nothing can separate us. Even if it's you."

I went back, called the pelvis to bring all my groceries. However, just a step away, a hand blocked my arm and pulled me back.

His hand soared into the air almost landing perfectly on the cheek if only the gallant man did not swiftly catch it.

"Never disturb my future wife, let alone this dirty hand dare to play rough. I won't hesitate to break your hand!"

Mas Zafran threw his hand violently, I also slightly snapped. Just this time I saw the skin on his face reddened with anger. Is that what he looks like when he's angry? Very creepy.

I clasped his clenched hand, slowly breaking it open.

"Patience, Mas. It's in a public place, it's not nice to see a lot of people" I whispered in his ear.

Screaming he closed his eyes while taking a deep breath, I swept his arm gently helping Mas Zafran to dispel the emotions in the heart.

He opened his eyes, staring intently at the woman in front of us.

"I hope this is the first and last time you bother him. Not again! Never ever!" threaten her with her index finger held high.

Since then, I have not seen him. To this day, at the Mas Fatih reunion, his figure appears with the burning embers of revenge on both his manics. Is he vengeful?

Astaghfirullah, it hurts my heart to hear all the words of insults and insults that were thrown from his sharp tongue. My ears are ringing, I just want to cover them so I can't hear them.

However, a voice came like a super hero who would save the female lead. He looks handsome and handsome, I'm fascinated.

"Stop insulting him!"