I'm The One You Throw Out
Meet Again
"Say!"
A call stopped Seira and Fatih from leaving the hospital. They both turned their heads and found a doctor with glasses standing with a busty chest.
Fatih's circle on Seira's waist strengthened, her heart guessing that the doctor must also be a person from the wife's past. Seira frowned, the next second she smiled as she recognized who the figure standing there was.
"Doctor Hendra?" Seira's voice slowly sounded.
"Who?" Fatih whispered, there was a sense of displeasure to see them looking at each other and smiling at each other.
Seira glanced, immediately fading a smile at the face of the hardened husband.
"He's Doctor Hendra, who used to come to my ex-in-law's house a lot. Yes, you could say he was the family's personal physician," Seira replied a little worried that it would trigger the man's jealousy.
Fatih rounded her lips to look at Hendra who was walking slowly towards them. Seira knew how her heart was currently even though the man did not say it.
Hendra's steps came to a halt right in front of them, his eyes glancing at Fatih's hand circles on Seira's waist. He frowned looking at the woman's large stomach. At once he understood that Seira already had a life of her own.
"Sey, long time no see? How are you?" asked Hendra to try to be ordinary even though his heart was afraid of getting intimidation from Fatih.
"good. I'm good now even much better" Seira replied firmly.
There was no doubt heard, after all from the ripples of his face he did look more radiant. Happiness emanated manifestly from his two manics, very much different when he lived with Zafran first.
"Ah, thank goodness. Where do you live now?" Hendra continued to ask. Sweat began to appear on the forehead as well as the temples. Nervous because Fatih did not take his eyes off him at all.
"I live with my husband now. Yes, knowin. It's my husband." Seira turned to Fatih, her smile engraved beautifully as Fatih returned her gaze.
Fatih reached out her hand without removing the other circle.
"Trainer!"
"Moor!"
Seira's husband squeezed Hendra's fingers to welcome her handshake, stressing that no one should bother Seira considering Hendra was Zafran's personal doctor. Of course, he was close to his ex-wife's family.
"Ah. Bi-can I let go of my ta-hand?" Hendra grimaced, feeling the pain in every bone of his finger.
His head shrunk instantly, in the future he would never make trouble with the man with the status of Seira's husband. Fatih smiled sinisterly as she pulled her hand.
"I'm sorry if I'm interrupting, I'm sorry" Hendra said reluctantly.
He still wanted to be there, still wanting to stare a little longer at the face of the woman who had once made him like a madman. Wanted to complete the longing that a few years ago shut his soul in a frozen taste. Although Nisa has become a soulmate, but what she feels is not like the taste she has for Seira.
Nodding the woman's head stabbed all the flavors in Hendra's heart. She no longer needed anyone to stand by her side, she did not need another shoulder for her to lean on. The figure beside the woman had already given enough everything to Seira.
They both turned around, not caring about each other anymore. A few footsteps of Hendra swinging, he turned to look at the back of the woman who walked away.
Once again he looked at those who disappeared behind the main door. Hendra sighed, turning sad as he headed for his own room.
What else is expected of him? The woman he married some time ago has given him a baby. Why hope for something that is already in question.
Tidal custom berturung rising. The fate of a person will not always be the same, happy and difficult to change. Seira, who was humiliated, insulted, reviled, even expelled without being given anything, now deserves to look up. No need to humble yourself anymore.
*****
In another part of the city, in a building made of woven bamboo with a makeshift roof, a little girl ran while carrying a plastic bag in hand.
His face was dirty from the street pollution, smiling merrily and happily. He stopped a few meters from the house. Look at the situation of something that always scares him.
"Nothing is." Her lips smiled wider, revealing a row of blackened milk teeth.
His steps continued to approach the hut house. A house that is only tied with plastic rope from the outside makes it easier for someone to do evil.
The little girl untied, opening the door slowly. The door made of a sack that was squeezed by bamboo on the right and left was not creaking like most doors.
His head gawked inward, making sure things were safe and well. Slowly his body crept in, clutching a plastic bag on his chest.
"Grandma!" The little girl called out to someone who was inside the house.
"Hm!" A typical answer from an old woman who was no longer able to do anything. Every day just sitting in a wheelchair, relying on his grandson alone if you want to do something.
"Is Mom home?" tanyanya while continuing to step in to the place where her grandmother was.
The woman shook her head, smiling though it was difficult to do because of the stroke that had afflicted almost her entire body. The little girl smiled, giving what she had brought to her grandmother.
"The brother in the cake shop gave me another cake with Nai. Here, we eat together. Grandma, right, likes cake. Spend it, yes, before you go home" said the little girl who was none other than Naina, the son of Lita and Zafran, who had to be willing to live in a slum.
The old woman in the wheelchair nodded her head happily. Bribed to the grandson, he ate the cakes slowly and carefully. For some reason, every bite of his was always reminiscent of the former daughter-in-law he had kicked out of.
Seira seemed to be a shadow of sin that did not allow her heart to gain tranquility and peace. Naina rubbed the water that always pooled in the corner of the old eye, she did not understand why every time she ate the cake she brought, grandmother always cried.
"Why is Grandma always crying if you eat this cake? Does Grandma's mouth hurt?" ask him innocently.
He shook his head, calling out to his granddaughter with a nod. Naina who understood also stood up from sitting down and approached the Grandma. He knew what the old woman wanted. Lovingly, Naina hugged him.
Oh my God, I want to hug my biological grandson too. What's his face like? Will she admit me as her grandmother?
Her heart screamed, imagining Seira refusing to introduce them. Naturally, it was all a punishment he deserved for having wasted a woman as good as Seira.
May Allah protect you, may happiness always be with you. I'm sorry, Sei. Excuse me.
