I'm The One You Throw Out

No. So

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

Fatih smiled seeing the old woman in front of her eyes. He approached and hugged her gently. Just as he loved and cared for the most meritorious woman in his life, Fatih would love and keep Seira smiling for the rest of her life.

"Actually Fatih has not wanted at all since meeting Sei, Mom, but do not know why Fatih suddenly dreams again."

Fatih unraveled the embrace, staring fixedly at the two misty beads belonging to Mother. His wrinkled lips smiled, he believed in his son. Like believing in the father who left them first.

"Mother is just afraid that you are mired in a deep abyss that causes regret not to edge. Learn from them, don't make the same mistakes as they do." Mother touched her son's cheek.

His cold hands were grasped by Fatih and gently kissed her.

"They're not there for us to imitate, ma'am, but to teach us a lesson and to take our wisdom from the story of their journey."

Mother was moved, water pooled in the eye, in the heart praying that her son understood what he said.

"Why are you awake?" tanya Fatih recalled that this time was the early morning before dawn.

"It's okay, I was just thirsty. Go to the kitchen the back door opens. I think because of the wind and forget to ignore you, not know you," replied Mother.

Fatih grabbed her shoulders, took Mom back to the room. That night, they did not sleep downstairs, but upstairs because Rayan wanted it.

"Yes, I went back to my room, yeah. Fatih is also done," he said as he led Mother to his room.

He laid the old body on the bed, covered it and kissed her forehead briefly. Fatih immediately came out considering Seira lately often woke up at night and went to the bathroom.

His smile was always present whenever the shadow of the wife appeared. She was completely different as most of her friends told her about a wife's pregnancy. He opened the door, smiling to see the woman still wrapped in a blanket on the bed.

Without lingering, Fatih lay down beside his wife, hugging her warmly. Smell at his neck with anxiety. Seira squirms feeling the ticklish that her husband sent her.

Seira turned around, facing the face of the husband. Fatih's smile incarnated, did not hesitate to shower the face with a kiss. Seira frowned before opening her eyes, she blushed after finding their faces so close.

"Mas." Seira brought the face closer to her chest, hugging Fatih's body while smiling happily.

One kiss landed on the crown with a close hug, although be careful with his enlarged stomach.

Kumandang adhan dawn was mutually unpretentious in surau-surau wake up all humans to hasten to fulfill his Rob call. Leaving nature that always makes drift and lena.

The morning prayer that every couple always wants, they often do at home. He descended to the first floor carefully, and Fatih was always swiftly beside him.

"Mas, later after the birth I want Rayan to start school. It's okay, isn't it?" said Seira while continuing to take steps despite fatigue.

"It's okay, baby. Let him blend in with his friend too." Fatih helped him to sit on the sofa.

Attentively, he offered Seira a drink. Fatih left her in the kitchen, shortly after which her husband's phone rang.

"Mas, Mr. Dirman called!" shout Seira. It might be important.

"Let's go, baby!" Fatih's voice answered.

After getting permission from her husband Seira to raise the call, there happened to be something she wanted to ask Jago.

"Yes, Jago. Assalamualaikum!" Seira's voice answered.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam, Mom. Mr ada?" Jago asked politely.

"Father in the kitchen, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, Mom. Just want mastiin today to go at what time? I see," replied Jago who could not be answered Seira.

"I don't know. Uh, Jago. I'm gonna ask you about the kid you delivered yesterday, you know where the house is?"

Jago was silent for quite a while, for some reason so that the frown on Seira's forehead appeared on its own.

After a while, Jago answered.

"You met his parents? Did they deliberately tell the little boy to make money? Or is it their situation .. is that it?" ask Seira.

That was what he wanted to know, the state of his parents and the state of his home. He was only worried that there was exploitation of the little ones. Not a taboo anymore, but it is commonplace to do by people who feel themselves in power and have full rights over someone.

"Sorry, Mom. It's the way it is, but do you want to know who the child's parents are?"

Jago asked wanting to know Seira's reaction.

"They're evil with Sei's mother, sir. Don't be okay, big heads later. Noong rich man it tuh, like a clamp dog. Abis was helped even bitten."

The shrill voice of Jago's wife made Seira link her eyebrows deeper and deeper. Guessing in the heart where he meant his words.

"Yes, Mom. You know, but if you look at their situation right now, you're also bound to be ngenes."

The deeper the wrinkles on his forehead. What was the husband and wife talking about across the phone.

"Jago, who are you talking about?" The sound of Seira's reprimand makes Jago realize they are still connected.

"Mmm .. sorry, Mom. That ... that child yesterday, her ex-husband's son. They live in a house that is not habitable, his mother Mr. Zafran is also sick, Mom. He's stroke and can't do anything."

Booms!

I don't know where the bomb came from, but it jolted Seira's heart. He was silent for a while, until Fatih's voice came to rebuke him.

"Darling? How, daydreaming?"

Seira looked up, exactly someone who was being fooled. She shook her head, and handed her husband's phone. Fatih accepted, sitting next to his wife did not forget to put his hand on her shoulder.

"Yes, Mr. Dirman. We'll be leaving a little later, yeah. I'm still at home because" Fatih said immediately.

He knows what Jago wants to ask, so immediately answer it without being asked again. The connection is closed, the object is placed again on the table.

"Where are you going?" asked Seira while glancing towards him.

Fatih smiled, sweeping her hair gently and lovingly.

"Mas want to see the house offered by the same person Mas yesterday, instead of you want to move there?"

Seira faintly smiled, instantly moody. Hearing Jago's words, his heart became gamang. Fatih caught the uneasiness on her face, and hugged Seira.

"Why?" Ask gently.

He looked up in his arms, the beads of the two clashing for a while.

"I don't think so, Mom. I want to be here, yeah. There's Bi Sari's same mother here, as well as Biya. If there alone, while our child is born again, he said after weighing in his heart.

Not that Seira does not want to forgive and make peace with the past, not that she does not want to live side by side with them, but enough stories about them in her travel books. No more scribbles about them, just about him and their little family.

"Kok, then?"

Seira shook her head.

"It's okay."

Fatih held him tightly, he confused himself with the decision of the wife. This is called the mood of a pregnant woman. He does not know, for sure whatever makes Seira happy that will be his choice.

Why would they let such a small child earn money? He was innocent, he was just a victim of his parents' greed. That's so sorry, son.

Seira's heart murmured, it's possible that she would send help, but not by coming to them. Just his hand reached, no need to show themselves.