I'm The One You Throw Out

Memories

"Mother!"

Naina's hoarse voice teased Lita's ears which buried her face on her knees.

"Naaina!" He muttered, but thought it was just an illusion.

A little later, Lita no longer felt the rain falling on her head, she slowly looked up. It's still raining pretty hard, why?

Lita looked up, a statue made of taro leaves slapped on the head. Instantly, both of his eyes widened, remembering the voice that called out to him earlier. He hurriedly turned his head, finding the little girl standing around him.

"Naaina! Honey, why are you here, son?" Lita rushed down, snatching the taro leaves from Naina's hand while carrying them quickly.

He ran towards the house while holding the child's head. Lita hastened down the small body, and opened all of Naina's clothes. Then, wrap her in a towel and ask her to come in. While she was, she went to change clothes before catching up.

"Hhm ...." Mother's voice rang out, in her heart she asked why only wear a towel?

"Nai abis nyusulin Mom. Grandma hasn't slept? Grandma abis praying, huh?" naina asked, looking at the old woman in the wheelchair who was wearing a ruku.

He nodded in response, noticing Naina who took a change of clothes and put on her own. He is smart and independent, also tough and brave.

Before long, Lita entered while rubbing her wet hair. He saw Naina sitting on the bed waiting for him. There was no entertainment in the house, only a large teddy bear given by Rayan a few days ago.

"Darling, are you cold?" tanya Lita saw Naina hugging the doll tightly.

The girl shook her head, not wanting to make her mother anxious. Lita remembered the instant noodles that Rayan bought first, she still kept them. Then, go to the kitchen and cook the noodles.

Two packs of instant noodles will they eat three. It can warm a body that is cold due to rain.

"Nai, honey. Yesterday Nai again what? How, can I see you yesterday?" ask Lita after finishing her homemade noodles.

I focused on listening as Naina told me about an unexpected encounter with Rayan and her family.

"You granddaughter? What's it for, baby? Mother, right, always love you money for snacks," cried Lita did not believe in the words of her son.

"Nai don't want to repotin, Mother. Mother's money, right, to buy food. So, Nai is looking for his own money. It's okay, isn't it, Mom?" naina Pinta. Her bead that I see pleads.

Lita was heartless, she closed her eyes and turned away. A drop of water fell without being able to hold it again. His heart ached hearing the request of the baby. Ever since that donor, Naina's not sick anymore. He looks happy.

Lita is unable to answer, she pulls Naina's body into her arms. Shedding all the great turbulent flavors.

"Sorry Mom, baby. Sorry Mother. The wrong mother, everything that happens to our lives is because of the sins of the Mother in the past. Hopefully Nai will excuse me Mom, yeah."

Naina did not understand at all, Lita very often apologized to him without knowing what mistakes he made?

"Mom's not wrong, really. Why apologize?" naina said in her mother's arms.

However, Lita remained silent, locking her own mouth. He breaks down Naina, helps Mom, before lying down next to the little girl.

On the bench sat their parents watching with smiles full of happiness seeing their closeness.

"When you grow up, you can't marry someone else. Must be the same brother, huh?" The boy spoke out loud until the parents could hear him clearly.

The little girl with her hair tied in two turned her head unhappily, the movement of her hand playing the pile of sand came to a halt.

"Why? How, should I marry my brother? 'Kan, same thing," he replied innocently.

The boy let out a sigh, his tongue lightly clucking at the answer of his little girl.

"Because other people can't make you laugh, they can't protect you. Only my brother can do it. Just trust me, brother, will you?" The boy confirmed his ownership.

The scene changed where the girl was crying while waving her hand. They had to part, with heavy hearts and tears in the river, the little girl was not willing.

Fatih woke up with a gasp of breath, and a sweat drenched her skin. Fatih's lips don't know what to mumble. He glanced at Seira, rushing down from the bed, into the bathroom to clean his own face.

"Oh my God, why do dreams always come up? Forgive me, O God. My bad girl ...."

Fatih closed her eyes, bowed in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Rain no longer falls on the earth, drizzle no longer hit the world. Just a trace of his presence just stuck to the leaves and puddles on the streets.

Fatih walked out of the room towards the first floor of the house. Continues to penetrate into the kitchen and stand facing a door that borders between himself and the world behind the wooden board.

Fatih raised her hand to hold the door handle, opening it slowly so as not to be exposed to dust. I don't know what place it is? It must be like another world separated from it.

an old garden that is no longer used. Left alone, almost a lifetime he never saw. Fatih began to take steps, the backyard was always closed and he never came again.

That's where the two boys play, promise each other. Fatih crouched in front of a dried-up fish pond. On top of a rock, he had once carved their faces.

Fatih's hand touched the stone, sadness just filled his heart.

"I forgot him, I forgot him. I promised, but I also disavowed. My bad girl, where is she now?" He mumbled softly.

Why after so many years, all of that now appears as if it reminds him of a promise he made in the past. Fatih wept dumbstruck, thinking about what her fate would be like now.

"Sister is married now. I guess we're not friends, yeah. It's okay, Brother doain you hopefully you live happily wherever you are. I'm like this brother right now, married to him."

Fatih wiped the tears, remembering Seira who smiled at him she realized that she was now not alone anymore.

"Sorry, yeah. Brother must also forget you, Brother does not want to hurt Sister's wife's heart because of how you are both women."

Fatih ended her memories. He got up from the stone, looked for a moment before leaving.

"You still can't escape him? Remember, Fatih. You have a wife."