I'm The One You Throw Out
Go away

"Woy, wait! That's the suitcase you didn't bring! I'm gonna throw it away, huh!" shouted Lita while kicking Seira's suitcase to fall from the terrace.

However, instead of stopping, they continued to move on. Mang Udin was excited to take it, but Seira's speech stopped.

"No need, Mang. It wasn't mine, it was bought with Mas Zafran's money. Let it be, I don't want to take it."

Like the deafening roar of thunder, Seira's sarcastic sentence deeply struck Zafran's heart. But not for Mom and Lita. The woman knew that all of Seira's clothes were bought from famous boutiques. His heart was carefreely excited, he boasted a smile holding back the overwhelming excitement.

"Shey-"

Zafran's call following his steps came to a halt instantly as the Mother's check landed on her hand.

"Udah justin. He's real, anyway. It's all bought with your money, not her money" the old woman replied without a care.

"But, ma'am, at least he's got a change of clothes. I'm also sincere, really, buy all of this for him" said Zafran blatantly saying he cared for his ex-wife.

"Udahlah. Care very much, you." Mother looked at Seira's group and said, "hey, you two, look out for coming back to this house and ask for a job. You're not welcome forever in this house, you poor people don't know themselves!"

Although the ears heard, Seira's steps did not recede. He was trained to continue to move away from the house that for five years he lived with happiness. Similarly to Bi Sari and Mang Udin, they did not care at all.

Mang Udin turned around, no longer looking down in front of them. He said out loud, "I won't be back here again. I'm sick of working with people who don't have hearts like you. We are poor people, but we never lower ourselves like you. People who have no shame."

He turned around and resumed his steps with Seira and Bi Sari. Zafran's heart was pinched, he knew what the old man's words meant. However, in contrast to Mother, the haughty woman actually snorted and cursed in annoyance. Even with Lita who actually does not care about the judgment of others.

Anxious feeling instantly approached Zafran when Seira suddenly stopped while holding her stomach. Wanted her to run and help him, but Mom's grip on the hand really didn't give her a single step of permission.

He turned his head, looking at the eyes of the woman who was no longer young was threatening. Here the jaw tightens, obviously it's a ban for him to move. Zafran turned his head back to look at Seira who was still bent down near the gate.

"Non is okay?" tanya Bi Sari was worried. He glanced back, and saw how much Zafran still cared about his master.

Seira shook her head, bitten by her lips firmly resisting the increasingly stinging pain. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, breaking down the piercing pain. The pain of birth is also inner.

"Is it really okay?" Mang Udin was worried. He decided to stop being a driver at Zafran's house and find another job, or return to his farm and farm hometown.

"It's okay, I'm still strong. God willing," he said.

He straightened his body, again swinging steps on Bi Sari's side. Walking will occasionally stop breathing. The water no longer fell from his eyes, it was his first and last cry. After this, there will never be any more tears wasted.

Zafran was still standing on the terrace staring at the gate that had just swallowed the figure of the woman he loved so much. Nah! That was before, before the presence of Lita was also the baby she was carrying.

Sei looks sick, is he really sick?

Zafran's heart murmured bitterly, the two women had left him alone on the porch. Walking back and forth, weighing the desire to drive her where she went. Or he just rented it, for his temporary residence.

Zafran enters the car, running it immediately after Seira and two loyal workers with him. The car backed away before turning around and drove away from the courtyard.

Lita who heard the thump came out and shouted loudly, "Mas Zafran! Where are you going? Watch out if you take her! I don't accept it!"

May have already dropped out of mind****** the woman. He still continued to shout loudly, calling out to Zafran who was not listening. The black car continued forward and disappeared behind the high gate of his house.

"Look!" He called out the name of the woman softly.

His view circulated increasingly looking for his figure around the street housing complex. There was no one, just the whirling wind that occasionally blew away the dried leaves that were falling on the ground.

"Why did they say it?" his murmurs were incessantly looking to the right and left.

The car continues to drive forward without any intention of turning back.

"Maybe they're out of the complex, I can't blush. I have to take Sei well, I have to" he said.

Where is Seira? They left not to take Zafran's car, let alone the car, the clothes he was reluctant to bring. Why is it disappearing so quickly. Zafran pulled over, got out of the car and approached the neighbor who was sitting at the patrol post.

"Sorry, didn't you see my wife?" He asked with a panicked look on his face.

"Mom Sei, huh?" Zafran nodded quickly. Who does not know Seira, the wife of a rice merchant in the complex who is famous for his kindness.

"Sorry, Sir. We did not see Bu Sei passing by, no one passed by. At most cars are just like motorcycles," replied one of the group of women there.

Zafran said he thought Seira had come out of the gate. The group of women must have seen it because their position was sitting not far from the gate of the complex.

He turned around after saying thank you. Continuing his search around the street complex until out. The Maghrib call, the omen of the night is coming soon. The drizzle began to fall regularly, over time increasingly swift.

Zafran is still in his car, not giving up looking for Seira. In the midst of heavy rain like this, plus his unhealthy condition increasingly makes Zafran panic and restless.

"Oh Allah, what if Sei were to do? I sinned terribly with his parents," he murmured as he folded his lips firmly.

Recalling his promise to Seira's late parents, Zafran clucked repeatedly. Condemn his stupidity that easily drove his ex-wife away. The mother's desire also Lita managed to make him a heartless man.

"Stupid! You idiot!"

The car stopped at a red light, Zafran banging his head on the steering wheel over and over again. He looked up, staring at the empty streets. Suddenly his eyes widened.

He screeched softly, "Seira!"