I'm The One You Throw Out
That Little Girl
"Mamma! Papahs!"
Rayan shouted from where she played when she saw the figures of Seira and Fatih were outside the room. Seira waved her hand while sitting beside Biya. The jago sat himself watching vigilantly.
The incident where Zafran used to stalk them, became something that he must always remember in order not to repeat.
Inside, Rayan and Rani play with their peers. Their laughter and joy are warm to the hearts of parents. Jago even smiled faintly watching his little daughter who was so active in playing.
Those who are knitting happiness in there, inversely proportional to the shabby little girl outside the giant building. He was carrying a plastic larger than his body, in his right hand a wooden stick he used to take bottles of used drinks from the garbage bins.
Begging for? The girl didn't like him at all. He would rather work for money than ask people to pass by.
"It's late in the afternoon, I have to be quick, '" he said, walking hastily down the sidewalk.
The little girl brought the bottles she collected to the besiegers in exchange for rupiah. His age is still very small, but the rigors of life that he has to live make him unable to be lethargic and spoiled in the house. He was just like the other kids, wanting to snack and buy food.
However, he never asked his mother, very understanding of the situation of parents who are in economic difficulties.
"Alhamdulillah, there is a lot of money."
The little girl put the money in her pocket. Prancing cheerfully left the piled up place of used items.
Arriving by the side of the road, he continued down the sidewalk to return home. However, his small steps had to stop when he saw some children coming out of the mall while carrying their beloved dolls.
"Nai also had a doll like that, but now he doesn't have one." He monologues sadly.
Stuck in his place watching the joyous faces of children his age.
"Nai also wanted to be there, but I said there was no money." He sat hugging his knees, continuing to watch those who were busy talking while being held by the mama.
"Dad, when's Dad coming home? Nai kangen the same father," softly remembered Zafran who had no idea where he was. Lita said her father was working out of town for a lot of money. For this reason, Naina never asked again about Zafran.
Soaking longs in the heart, longing for the figure of Zafran who always embraced him. Regardless of who Naina's father is, the little girl knows Zafran is her father. Just like Rayan, only knew Fatih was his father.
His figure attracted the attention of Rayan who had just come out of the mall, compassion continued to come to his heart to see a pitiful little figure who hugged his knees by the roadside.
"Mama, Rayan wants to buy food with drinks, okay? Toys too, can you?" ask him to Seira.
It is not usually the little boy who asks. Seira frowned, she looked at Fatih asking for her approval.
"Yes, it's okay, but Rayan is the same Mr. Dirman as Aunty, yes. Because Mom can't be sapped. It's okay, isn't it?" fatih replied after seeing Seira's condition that looked tired.
Rayan nodded, without being told Rani immediately took her hand. After only a few hours of getting to know each other, the two children had become familiar.
"Come, Brother. Rani's a temenin," he said shamelessly.
"Always Rani also bought, yes. Aunty will pay" said Seira.
The little girl nodded slowly, stalling a smile with both blushing cheeks.
"Thank you, Aunt." That's sweet, that girl is really sweet. Anyone who sees it will like it.
Fatih gave Biya a card, saying goodbye to get in the car and waiting for them there. Inside, Rani and Rayan stand inside a trolley driven Biya down the food area.
I don't know what the boy did, so much food and drink he took. Biya shook her head, none of it was bought by Rayan.
"Geez, Aunty."
Biya pushed the trolley towards the cashier.
"This one's separated, Auntie. That one is for Rani," said Rayan arranged.
"Now to the toy store!" rayan exclaimed with spirit.
No tired, the two children choose and sort out any toys they want to buy. Rayan's choice fell on a large teddy bear. Biya.
"Dear, what's this doing? Isn't Rayan a man?" Biya reminded.
"It's not for Rayan, Aunty, it's for that little kid over there. Rayan wants her a gift" she replied, pointing to the roadside where Naina was still sitting pensively.
Instantly Biya understood, quickly paid for it all and immediately left the mall.
"Later, Mr. Dirman anther he went home. Let Rayan same Aunty Papah," he said again set.
Jago nodded, there was no way he would refuse the wish of the boy who was learning to share his happiness with others.
"Hi, this is for you." Rayan stood in front of Naina while giving the teddy bear away.
The little girl looked up, surprised that was what she saw from her reaction.
"Make Nai?"
Rayan nodded. The jago who saw the child instantly recognized that he was the son of Zafran.
"Thank you."
Naina accepts Rayan's gift with pleasure. He held the doll tightly.
Biya pulled Rayan's hand to immediately leave the place because Seira had called out to her. The jago crouches down in front of Naina, asking where is his home now?
The big man will take Naina home with her son, Rani.
"My house isn't far from here, Om."
"Om interracial, yes. Your parents are there?"
"Dad ain't there, Mommy ain't home yet, Grandma's sick."
The jago was stunned to hear his answer. Grandma sick? That means Zafran's mother.
"Yes it's okay. It's all for you, yeah. From the child that was," said Jago while pointing towards Rayan go.
Jago takes Naina into the car, he will drive the child and see the state of Mother who said Naina was sick. Along the way, Naina just kept quiet and didn't say much. Hugging the doll Rayan gave thanksgiving.
Only Rani's voice filled the space inside the car. Whatever he told you to drive out boredom.
"Come in here?" ask Jago.
"Yes, Om."
Disbelief in the fact that people who used to live in luxurious neighborhoods, now have to live in that simple place.
"Which sister's house?" Rani asked enthusiastically.
"My house is inside, I can't get in the car" Naina replied.
They walk down a narrow alley to arrive at Naina's house. Jago terpangu, almost all of his luggage fell. He winked, staring at the building that was actually uninhabitable.
Just a few steps out at the end of the alley, a scream of a woman filled their ears.
