I'm The One You Throw Out

That Child

Biya and Bi Sari ran in the hospital corridor, impatiently wanting to witness the first cry of the baby to be born. The teenager was even still wearing a school uniform, lazy to replace it. However, the old leg of Bi Sari was unable to keep up, the old woman limped while slowing down when breathing was no longer normal.

His heartbeat even spurred quickly, like a horse running in a race. He held his chest, but did not stop to keep treading on the white floor.

Biya who realized her lag, immediately turned her head and followed back. He led the old woman to speed up her steps. Luckily, they are not late.

"Mother!"

"Yes!"

Rayan ran to embrace Biya, spilling anxiety in the heart. He had seen the pale face of the mother when in the car earlier, wanted to hug her, but was afraid to add fear in the heart.

"It's okay, Mom is fine. Soon Brother will meet with Sister," said Biya while rubbing the child's head.

Before long, the crying of the baby was heard until it came out of the room. Everyone gave thanks and Rayan cried hysterically in Biya's arms. The teenager held him, buried the boy's head on his shoulders. He understood that at this moment Rayan was happy.

Everyone waited anxiously, impatiently wanting to see the baby Seira had just born.

"What is it, his face? Is it like a brother or sister-in-law?" Biya muttered as she imagined the face of little baby Seira.

"Aunty, what was Brother's voice?" Biya nodded, answering while giving a warm hug to Rayan.

Everyone's cry that day, was a cry of happiness. Mother even repeatedly rubbed her wet eyes, and continued to pour non-stop.

*****

During his three-day stay in the hospital, Seira was at Fatih's request to make sure his wife was fully recovered. Fatih did not even allow anyone to visit them in the hospital. He just doesn't want Seira's break to be interrupted from receiving guests.

Now they have arrived home, gathered together with relatives who came to visit. Gifts received by the baby, thanksgiving and good prayers flowed from everyone who came.

Almost every day their homes have guests, both relatives and neighbors. However, none of them allowed Fatih to touch her baby. He was like a bodyguard who was on standby to protect his master.

At this time, the man was lying next to the child's bed. His tired face looked peaceful when closed. Surely he was tired, in addition to having to keep watch during the day, even at night was sometimes awake accompanying Seira who was breastfeeding.

"Mas. Ashar, wake up praying first," Seira's sigh shook Fatih's body plan.

Seira glanced at Rayan who had prepared with her prayer clothes. Once woke up the husband who was lying next to his son.

He nodded, turned and sat still with his eyes closed.

"Fuck, let's pray!" Rayan's voice opened Fatih's eyes, the man smiled as he stood up and yawned widely.

He embraces Rayan's shoulder and invites her to a room that is transformed into a mini mushola in the house. Seira smiled, praying in her heart that they would be in harmony every day.

*****

Now Fatih had returned to sit in his place, next to Seira who was breastfeeding their daughter while holding Rayan. The two noticed the way the baby enjoyed the only food he could eat.

"Honey, yesterday Rayan said that in the store there were often small children coming busking. From the story, I looked at him. How about we help him. School or what?" fatih said what he heard from Rayan as well as other cake shop employees about the little girl.

Her.

Seira's heart murmured, do I have to be honest or leave it alone? He was weighing the taste, but the honesty that Seira chose.

Fatih was stunned, as if he was remembering what his employees told him in the store.

"He said his father had not been around for a long time, his grandmother was sick, his mother was often sickly. I don't know, anyway." Fatih shrugs his shoulders.

"Kalo Mas want to know, you can ask the same Mr. Dirman. 'Kan, yesterday Mr. Dirman who brought the child home," said Seira did not give a choice.

Fatih recalled the time when Rayan bought a doll for a child on the side of the road. Maybe he's the one. Fatih hastened to contact Jago, without further ado asking about the child his employee meant.

Fatih's face hardened, her veins stiffened, but Seira was unable to translate the ripples on the handsome face. He was just waiting for Fatih to say it.

"Where, Mas? What did Mr. Dirman say?" ask Seira pretending not to know.

Fatih lowered her head to hide the excitement that hit the heart when Seira already knew it. He stared at the phone in hand, rubbing the flat object screen agitated.

"Mas! How, daydreaming?" scold the wife while touching her arm.

Fatih dodged, he stood up and left Seira with his two children. Seira sighed, it was better that way. Let Fatih know who he will help because this is what Seira really wants to discuss with him.

"Mommy?"

"It's okay, baby. Papah needs time alone." Seira smiled, rubbing Rayan's head gently.

"Mom, is Adek asleep?" the boy asked back when Fathiya put Seira into his bed again. He looked up while nodding.

"Why does Adek keep sleeping? Doesn't she want to play with Rayan?" ask the boy again in a sad tone.

Seira again swept her head, not like that.

"It's not so, honey. This guy is, right, still a baby. He could not move his body perfectly. If you are big, then you can do anything. Therefore, later Brother must help Adek to pinter like Brother." Seira poked her nose with anxiety.

Rayan's gloomy face returned bright, smiling happily.

While in the back, Fatih was sitting pensively alone. Recalling Jago's remark about the little girl, made the restless heart uneasy.

"Son! Why are you alone? Daydreaming again? What's up, is there a problem?" mother rebuked Fatih who did not hide the restlessness from her face.

"Sit down, Mom." Fatih patted the chair beside her, blocked by a wooden table that had been there for a long time.

Fatih also began to tell about Naina who was talked about by her employees at the cake shop. The look on Mom's face is fickle, which must be the sadness that is seen there.

"Well, what do you think? Fatih's just afraid they're bothering Sei again, Mom. Sei is happy now with Fatih, but the boy ... Fatih didn't know, Mom, because Fatih had seen her once in the store," he added.

The human side, not the heart, but the love side is jealous considering Seira must relate to people from her past.

"Son, the sinner and the guilty are his parents. The boy knows nothing. You can still help her, even if not directly. It can be through your employees maybe, right, the same. In the sustenance that we have, there is the right of such a child. Our treasure will not run out just because of alms. Help as much as you can, no need to bring them together with Sei. The wound is healed, don't open it again."

Fatih digested every word spoken from her tongue. She does hate Seira's ex-husband and his family, but the boy doesn't know anything. He does not deserve to be hated.

"Thank you, Mom. Fatih knows it now."