I'm The One You Throw Out
Little Girl In The Cake Shop
"Yes!" rayan shouted to welcome Biya and Ibu and Bi Sari.
"Ah, Aunty's handsome!" Biya ran while stretching her hands.
The two hugged like they had been separated for a very long time, but only three days and were still in the same city. Poking each other's noses they do, clapping each other's hands, then laughing crisply.
Looking at the two, no one did not smile, including Jago and his daughter who had earlier pulled the hand of the father. Fatih and Seira shook hands with the two old ladies who had come to the restaurant. They will not stay overnight, and will immediately return home after being satisfied to play with Rayan.
"Why so long? Rayan already impatiently wanted to play," said Rayan while pursing her lips.
Biya leaned over, hammered Rayan's nose with a squash while chuckling.
"On the streets it's jammed, baby. Panjaaaaaang kayak serpent," Biya replied as she spread her arms wide.
Rayan mangosteen, they entered the restaurant together. However, everyone's footsteps came to a halt as the shrill voice of a girl sounded quite loud.
"Dad, come! Later Big Brother will come in, I want to play with Brother."
Rayan and Biya turned their heads, as did Seira and Fatih, but the man told Mother and Bi Sari to continue their steps into the restaurant.
"He's Jago's son?" Seira whispered in her husband's ear.
"Yes, she's a strong girl just like her father." Fatih whispered back before approaching Rayan and crouched down beside her.
"His name is Rani, he is the son of Mr. Dirman and wants to know Rayan. He was a good boy, cheerful and easy to laugh. Come and know him" Fatih said in the boy's ear.
Rayan glanced at his papa, their eyes clashing and Fatih's wink gave him a sign to be a real man who doesn't ignore a woman. Rayan nodded her head, turning to the little girl who was still tugging at her father's hand.
Rayan stepped slowly, her forehead frowning as she saw the little girl speechless while looking at her. The next second he smiled widely, and ran towards her. Suddenly the boy's steps stopped, stunned at the place waiting for his arrival.
Jago hopes anxious, repeatedly licked his lips that suddenly felt dry. His hands squeezing each other felt damp from sweat. While on the other hand, Seira kept smiling watching the cute and adorable behavior of the two boys.
"Sister, Brother Rayan, right? I'm Rani, we play, yuk!" The little girl's shrill voice tickled her ears, Rayan was silent for a moment without expression.
Just pecking while staring at the confused little girl in front of him who continues to show a row of small milk teeth.
"Come, Brother. Rani brings a toy, Rani wants to play with Big Brother," take the little girl again with courage to hold Rayan's hand and shake her.
"Wait!" Rayan only made a sound after Rani forcibly pulled her hand.
"Why, Brother?"
"Rayan went to the mall, wanted to play there with Aunty. If Rani wants to come, I can, I'm." Rayan smiled, she was indeed friendly just like her mama.
Hearing that, Seira gave a small chuckle. So did Fatih, but not with Jago. He felt bad because he felt his son had done something bad.
"Rani, you can't do that. Don't force people to play with you," sergeant Jago slightly snapped at his son.
Seira frowned unhappily at the eyebrows, she slowly stepped closer to the two children.
"Nothing, Rani can follow Rayan to the mall, really. Want, huh?" Seira rubbed the boy's head.
The smile he had carved disappeared, changing his obvious sad look. He turned to his father, asking permission to go with Rayan. Jago glared, but Seira's gaze shattered his indecision. The man nodded with force.
"Yeah!"
Seira rubbed the boy's head, rubbing his own stomach. She's a brave, tough, independent girl. Seira likes.
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"You want to go to the cake shop first, later to follow Papah," said Seira to Rayan who was preparing to leave.
The boy nodded, along with Biya and escorted by Jago, they left cheerfully.
"Mom, Bi, let's say goodbye first. I want to see the branch of the cake shop here," Seira said to the two middle-aged women.
They left the restaurant, along with two old women who looked happy in their old age.
"Mas, is it far from the restaurant?" seira asked when they had just left the parking lot.
"Not really, deket, really. Mas deliberately choose the building that deket same restaurant because in addition to deket, there is also a strategic place to sell cakes like you make," replied Fatih while glancing at his wife.
Sure enough, twenty minutes drive away, they arrived in front of a building that read 'Arrayan Cake'.
"Here, Mas?"
"Yes, honey. Don't be surprised, yeah. The person I trust to manage this store is the same name as our son," said Fatih sontak make Seira buyak impatient.
The two walked closer to the store that was bigger than Seira's shop back in the small town first. Many visitors who come are waiting for orders or are enjoying the cakes in place.
"Welcome, Sir, Ma'am. Please enter!" greet one of the workers in a friendly manner. He knows Fatih, but not Seira. However, inwardly guessing he must be the owner of the recipe of the delicious pastries in the store.
"That's great, Mas. This is, after all, three times that of my past cake shop," Seira said as she spread her gaze to look at everything on the shop wall.
Seira bought, stepped quickly near the row of names of cakes that plastered large in one corner of the store.
"Mas, isn't it wrong?" he whispered half a whisper.
"What's wrong?"
"The price .. is very expensive. In the village there the price of one cake here can get three," his screeches stared at Fatih with wide eyes.
The man chuckled, wringing Seira's nose furiously.
"Different quality, baby. The materials I choose are of good quality. So, anyways here, right, big city. Different there," replied Fatih.
Seira rounded his mouth, the mangosteen understood, deserved more expensive it turns out the material is different. After all, there is a small city, cheap prices are the main thing.
"Mas wants to see Rayan first, yeah. You wanna come?"
Seira laughs, feeling funny on her own when their son's name is called for someone else. He shook his head because he wanted to see the state of the store on the front.
"Lin, take Mom, yeah. Don't go anywhere. He's new here" Fatih told the girl guarding the shop.
"Good, sir."
Fatih said goodbye, while Seira looked around every corner of the store. Satisfied to go around, he sat on a row of visitor benches. The worker brought him a drink. Seira smiled as she thanked him.
Satisfied, he can realize the dream to have a business. Seira has long wanted to pioneer it, since living with Zafran. The man never gave her permission for any unreasonable reason.
Very contrary to Fatih, he actually supports Seira to develop his talent to get to this point. All because of the support of the man.
Seira's forehead frowned as her gaze accidentally caught a small figure in her shabby clothes standing in front of the shop, turning her back. He also saw the worker giving him a packet of cake. Curiosity led Seira to approach the worker.
He looked at the little girl who was going further and further.
"Who is that little girl?" seira asked quite a surprise to the worker earlier.
"Eh, Mommy? I'm sorry, that was a kid who used to busk around here. Mr. Rayan asked me to give him a cake."
"You familiar?"
"No, Ma. He said his mother was sick, his father wasn't around, and his grandmother couldn't go anywhere."
"Yes Allah. Poor thing, such a small child must bear a heavy burden. May your life be paved, son."
Seira's sincere prayer guaranteed the worker.
