I'm The One You Throw Out

Malu

In the distance, a man watched the woman sitting in the restaurant parking lot crying. A cynical printed smile swore at him for what had happened.

Jago watched how the woman was dragged by her fiance, she was silent and had no intention to help. Jago knows very well who the woman is, she is not much different from Lita.

"If you cry there, there will be no one who sympathizes with you. Meding is gone, you've got people coming in and out of restaurants. Go!" yelled Jago while shaking his hands to drive Mala away.

The woman slowly turned her head, the embarrassment growing in her heart as she looked at the waist-ridden Jago with a cynical smile. Mala growled when Jago again shook his hand to drive him away.

"Damn! Just look out for all of you, I do not accept being humiliated like a gini," said Mala as she slowly stood up and stepped slowly leaving the parking lot.

"Aw! My legs," he lamented as he felt a pain in his feet.

He saw there were scratches in several places that issued reddish patches. Mala grimacing, pain and pain at once. Keep walking to a bench that is available on the side of the road.

"Why am I so unlucky today?" He cursed while stomping slowly his feet that felt sore.

The ringing of his cell phone rang, he immediately picked it up quickly. An assistant at work called.

"What's? Why would that be?" Mala screamed in surprise.

"Yes, I'm going home now!" he said while closing the connection and dizzy looking for angkot or ojek.

His hand quickly waved as the angkot he was waiting for appeared. Despite the large number of passengers, Mala did not care. He stayed up and sat down restlessly. Rumors from the mothers of stock in the angkot, make the atmosphere in the car hotter.

A few pairs of eyes were looking at him cynically, their lips were also seen sneering while paying attention to his appearance. While the men inside the angkot, stared wildly at him. It was repeatedly seen licking its own lips, as if it wanted to devour it immediately.

It's uncomfortable, that's how Mala feels. Want to get to his place of work immediately and ensure the news that the assistant told him.

While inside the room, Seira looked agitated. His heart was anxious because Fatih had not shown up. She was afraid that her husband would get out of control and do something out of bounds.

"Mother, calm down. You can't go far" said the waiter who accompanied them.

"Yes, Mah. Sit first, from earlier Mamah back and forth. Not tired?" timpal Rayan who also noticed the restless mama.

"You're worried about Papah, baby. I want to go out, I have to Mastiin Mas Fatih not to miss," he said as he stepped closer to the door and wanted to get out.

"No, Ma. You said you have to stay in the room until you come," he said while following Seira's steps.

"But I'm"

The creaking door stopped Seira's words that had not yet come out.

"What's wrong?" Fatih stood in the doorway staring in wonder at his wife and workers.

"Mr!"

"Mas!" Seira approached her husband, hugging the body immediately.

Fatih's wink asked the worker to leave them. The man rubbed Seira's head and kissed her.

"What's wrong? Why do you look so worried?" ask Fatih.

Seira released a hug, watching the face of the man she had not recognized a moment ago.

"Well, is it okay?" he asked while cupping Fatih's face with both hands, the maniknya turned to look at the man's property.

"It's okay, why?" Fatih pulled Seira's body closer and closer.

"M-mas, don't you mind him, right? It's nothing, I just don't want my husband to commit violence against women" Seira said, dropping his head on Fatih's chest.

Warm and quiet. So the two feel at this time, when their hearts touch each other then the sense of peace is always present bring happiness.

"No, honey. I just kicked them out of the restaurant and banned the woman from coming here again" Fatih said honestly. It's just that he didn't say anything about dragging Mala and slamming her.

Seira breathed a sigh of relief, squeezing her husband's clothes while giving thanks.

"Yes, tomorrow we go home, yes," Fatih said suddenly.

Seira raised her head to look at her husband with knitted eyebrows.

"Why? Not that we want a week here. I also want to see my cake shop, Mas. Can you?" said Seira.

Fatih smiled, rubbing her hair gently. Smelling shampoo came out from there, Seira had changed her wet clothes earlier.

"Yes, we're going to Mom and Dad's grave first. After that, we'll go to your cake shop, just get home. How's it? You're okay, aren't you?" ask Fatih a little worried about Seira's pregnancy.

The woman shook her head and agreed with what Fatih had planned. The distance is not too far, because it only takes half an hour if it is not jammed, but it looks like there will be no empty streets in the big city. Vehicles always snaking up to tens of meters in length make lazy to travel if there is no need.

"Your friend, you want bobo." Rayan's raucous voice made them look over. Both of them walked closer to the bed, Fatih asked Seira to rest, while he would take care of their needs.

Fatih deliberately did not put everything in because after all they would definitely go back there. Actually it could have been back and forth, but considering the condition of Seira who was pregnant Fatih continued to be anxious.

The one-week stay was cancelled due to the Mala incident.

"Mom, we're going home tomorrow?" rayan asked who hugged Seira.

"Yes, honey. Wh why? Rayan still wants to be here?" Seira rubbed her hair.

"No, but Aunty said that school would come back here tomorrow. Want to take Rayan to play at the mall."

Fatih's hand movements stopped, they forgot that one thing. He glanced at Seira who was also watching him.

"We asked Papah, did we?"

Fatih mused, during the two days of staying in the restaurant they were not going anywhere because Fatih had to focus on preparing for the reunion event which turned into a riot because of the commotion made by Mala.

"Well, we're going home with Aunty. It's okay, isn't it? Later in the morning we make a pilgrimage to the pastry shop and return to the restaurant," replied Fatih could not bear to refuse the arrival of his sister who wanted to play with Rayan.

"Thank you, Papah. Say the same Papah," Seira told Rayan.

The boy got out of bed, walked up to Fatih and hugged him.

"Thank you, Papah." Repeating the sentence Seira taught with an embedded smile.

Fatih lifted up her body, carried her back to the bed and lay down together.

"Yes, honey. Now Rayan bobo, yes. Let's not have bad luck tomorrow." Fatih kissed her temple before dropping down next to Rayan's body.

An angry night, changed with happiness when gathered with family. There is no more comfortable place in Fatih's life than to be near his son and wife. They fall asleep releasing all the emotions that drain the energy.

While Mala, still in angkot. He asked the driver to take him to work. Arriving there, Mala quickly paid the fare and rushed into the alley which could only be entered by a motorcycle.

Mala buyak watched his place looking for rupiah coffers that were not in the form of.