I'm The One You Throw Out

Wants Back

In the dimness of the moonlight, the woman was pensive alone. Look at the dark night sky that is studded with stars. It was crowded, unlike his lonely and barren heart like an endless desert.

He sat on a rock, tightly linking the fingers, looking up at the owner of the night light. Bright, but unable to make his dark world doused in light.

The trajectory of all the events that filled the journey of his life, kept popping up like a cassette that played back continuously. His sigh was heavily blown, colliding with the night wind which was quite strong.

The woman in his memory, she was truly a good woman. There was no mistake he ever made against her, but she was the one who helped him free from all the debt chasing his life.

"I'm sorry, Sei. I'm very, very sinful with you, but I'm ashamed to meet you. I'm also ashamed to accept all your help. I'm just jealous of your life, Sei."

He bowed down, weeping alone in the silence of the night. No one knew about the regret his heart was feeling. It's just him and God, of course.

A few days had passed since Jago drove Naina home, and during that time he kept pondering over everything the man said.

"This is all from Sei's mother, Den Rayan who wants to buy it for Naina. All this food, Den Rayan himself chose it."

That afternoon, Lita continues to bow as Jago begins a discussion about the origins of the items Naina brought. No tears fell on their own. Why is she still as good as she used to be? Why is that woman stupid enough to help someone else.

Lita shook her head, rejecting her own thoughts. How he was so evil to the woman who in fact was his own best friend. People who are always in love let alone sorrow in his life.

"Sei's mother never hated anyone, nor did she get revenge. Maybe if Mom is willing to apologize and improve the relationship, she will not hesitate to say sorry. Now is not the time to be selfish, but I have to start thinking about everything that has happened. It's all related to each other."

The next sentence jolted Lita's heart, the trajectory of the story of her togetherness once again overshadowed into the most beautiful memories she had ever carved in life. Seira is always a shield when other friends bother her.

Lita shook her head remembering all of that. There was nothing he ever did during that time together, always and always Seira.

"I've heard lectures on tv, the association was divided into two. Both our association is human, and our association is the same as that of the Power. Now it's all up to Mom, I'm sure Mom's life isn't calm right now. Not that I'm pretentious, but .. Like those who are there, his heart will always be haunted."

Jago ended the conversation, he left after saying goodbye to Mother who watched them with tears continuing to pour out.

Given that, Lita's cries became more and more. His clasped hands were now squeezing the heart. Is he selfish? Nah! He was just too embarrassed to appear before his best friend. Or maybe an ex.

"I'm a bad guy. I have taken Sei's happiness, God deserves now to take my happiness too. Quickly, very quickly," his reflection that was washed away by the night wind, continued to soar high into the sky.

Touching the clouds that had been staring at him gray. The moonlight disappeared into the dark black lump. Let the water fall on his body that night, let all sins flow with the water that falls from the sky. Let, let. He still wanted to sit there, pondering over every story that crossed his life.

*****

While elsewhere, different women sat pensively by the glass window. Facing the clouds in the sky that suddenly darkened and covered the light of the moon.

"Why is the sky suddenly cloudy?" his murmurs remained there.

Remembering the incident a few days ago, where Rayan gave what she bought to a little girl on the side of the road. From her clothes, she knew it was the same girl as the one who came to the cake shop the morning.

Desire to go back there and stay overnight. He wanted to find out about the little girl he said always came to the cake shop.

"Darling!"

Fatih's voice echoed after opening the door. He rushed in and undressed.

"Lho, Mommy? How, wet?" seira asked as she got up from the window and approached her husband.

"Yes, outside the rain. It's just a little, anyway. I forgot to bring the umbrella" replied Fatih, giving the clothes to his wife.

"I'm ready for the air angel first, Mas. Fear it'll catch a cold." Seira rushed into the bathroom and filled the bathtub with warm water.

During Fatih's self-cleaning, Seira sat pensively on the edge of the bed. He was considering his desire to stay there. In addition to wanting to be in the cake shop, he also wanted to find out who the little girl was.

Seira gasped when the bathroom door opened. Fatih came out wearing only a towel wrapped around her bottom. He frowned, looking at the wife who looked agitated.

His smile was pinned on seeing the pajamas had been barking at the woman's side. He came closer and put it on.

"What's wrong? Did you see you were nervous?" tanyanya while hooking pajama buttons.

Seira turned away from the husband's gaze, not wanting her anxiety to be read.

Fatih rubbed his head, pulling it gently while peeping the crown of the wife.

"Say, what is disturbing the mind of Mas's wife," he said pressing Seira's shoulder slowly.

"Mmc ... Mas, what if we live there. I saw an empty building not far from the cake shop. I ... I want to see for myself the state of the store, Mas," said Seira a little lie about her desire to settle down.

"You sure?" Fatih squinted suspicious eyes. His heart felt that something was being hidden by his wife.

However, she brushed it off immediately, considering Seira was pregnant and only waited a few more months, then she would give birth. It's close to the biggest hospital.

Seira nodded her head, staring at her husband's bead with a full look. Fatih smiled, it's okay if she wants to look back there. Fatih believes and believes in Seira that she can keep her feelings.

"Yes, but wait a month, yeah. Mas must prepare a place to live for us first," replied Fatih who is owned by Seira.

She hugged her husband with love.

I'm sorry, Mas. A little lie to you, but I really love you.