I'm The One You Throw Out
Looking for Seira

A woman walked slowly and limped slightly under the rain. Clutching your own body to dispel the cold presented in the universe that night. His body shivered even in the darkness without any light, it was still clearly visible.

Zafran, who was waiting for the streetlights to change, banged his head on the steering wheel, cursing at himself who was already acting foolishly. Regretfully, the sense of it slowly present filled his heart.

Oh, Zafran! Rice has become porridge, there is no use for you to regret.

Rumbling in his chest very stifling, he beat his own chest hoping that the tightness that squeezes will decompose as usual. It's pointless! Zafran was crying alone inside the quiet. There is no shame in the world because no one is watching.

The sound of a lot of horn and quite tight jerking Zafran who was still stunned while hiding his face on the wheel. Shouts after shouts echoed in the rain, cursing and swearing at the man for not moving. The street lights have changed.

Zafran regained consciousness, rushing to run his car after shrinking tears. His eyes squinted when he saw the woman who was walking limped under the rain. His eyes widened, realizing he was the figure he had been looking for since this afternoon.

"Look!"

Zafran pulled over, without caring about getting wet by the water that kept falling from the sky, he came out crashing in the rain. Walk in haste, cross the road.

Tin ... tin!

Car horn also highlight the lights hit Zafran's body. He continued to step in the middle of the road, not caring about the possibility that he would be hit. The horn continued to sound, asking Zafran to get off the road. However, the man, as if he did not hear, continued to walk across.

Tiii!

Zafran turned his head as the horn sounded long, he covered his face with both hands. Dispelling the spotlight also makes his hands as a shield to protect themselves.

Ciiit!

Car tires squeaked quite loudly, almost slipped due to slippery road conditions due to the rain. Zafran fell on the street, his breathing held back before finally hunting down the great.

Once again the sound of a horn that stomps, resuscitate Zafran to immediately move. The lame man looked up before standing up and carried his body away. His gaze glimmered, looking for the figure of the woman he wanted to pursue.

"Ah, fuck! Where's Sei?" upset ass.

Zafran continued to run without realizing he was far from the distance of his car. Unconcerned. Perhaps that word can now describe his condition. No matter who is constantly battered by rainwater, no matter the view of everyone, no matter the treasure he left behind. The only desire back then was to find Seira.

"Look!" He again called out the name of the girl who was currently incarnating like a ghost in his mind.

The woman was there, stumbling across the street. Zafran again carried his shivering body running in pursuit. Not wanting to be late and lose track of it again, Zafran pulled the woman's hand before her steps stepped on the road.

"Seira, I'm sorry!" he said while pulling the body into the embrace.

He held her close and warm, as if he did not want to part with her anymore. Suddenly a devious plan appeared in his mind. He would take back the word divorce and keep Seira as his wife, just that he would not stay at home with the others.

Zafran would buy him a house and would visit frequently. He will not lose Seira and all forms of attention will also still have children from Lita. A smile is engraved in the heart even though the falling water mingles with the rain.

"Don't go, Sei. I love you, sorry. I'm sorry," he said again not to relax the embrace.

However, Seira fluttered in an embrace. Not saying a word, just moving not even returning Zafran's embrace. Not like this, the woman should hug him back. Sobbing spoiled as usual. Not until a day, he missed the woman's friendly call.

The woman rebelled, but made no sound. He seemed reluctant to talk to the man who was hugging him tightly.

"No, don't miss. Please do not remove. Let's just like gini first, mas kangen with you, Sei. Maafin Mas, sorry," Zafran's pinta increasingly tightened his embrace.

However, the girl was unmoved, not answering yes or no. It certainly made Zafran astonished, he glanced in his arms. The folds on the forehead form on their own.

"Say!"

There was no speech, only a small murmur was heard from him. It was like the sound of crying, Zafran smiled for no reason. Back to tighten the hug before taking it off.

"Sey, you want to, don't you, we live together?" he asked while gently shaking both of Seira's shoulders.

He looked down to see the face of the ex-wife who was blocked by wet hair.

"Look!" call again.

"Ac .. aaa .. aaaaa ... AAAAH!" the woman shouted while ruffling her hair and hugged her own body.

He cried awkwardly, crouched down while babbling indistinctly. His body was leaning against a street pole, the embrace he was doing tighter and tighter. He raged indistinctly, kicking the air like a child who was not bought sweets.

Zafran at the bottom, both lips split quite large. His eyes that were drenched in the rain did not blink looked at the woman who had just docked in his arms. He retreated, realizing that he was not Seira.

"Geez!" Swiping his face and hair, he banged his head on a headland tree that grew in the street.

"Aragh!"

His fist floated, hitting the tree trunk. Unfeeling pain in every handbook, red liquid that arises immediately dissolved by rainwater that hit.

"Damn!"

He snapped when a hand grabbed his leg. The woman was at the bottom crying while hugging Zafran's leg. The hand was pushed aside until the woman's body fell on the ground.

Zafran immediately ran towards the car, slammed the door until it made a loud thumping sound.

"Damn! Damnit damnit! Shit!"

He hit the steering wheel, roughing his hair. The feeling of dizziness that attacked made his head throbbing uncontrollably. The squeezing of the hair is strong enough to hope that the pain will disappear.

However, his gaze was blurry, he shook his head to clarify the vision. Zafran dropped his head on the steering wheel, banging it slowly while continuing to self-deprecate.

"I have to call her, Dad. He must have brought his phone with him" muttered Zafran expectantly.

He searches for her flat object, and quickly contacts Seira. One time, two times, connected, but not lifted the woman.

"The number you're going to is off or out of range. Please call me a few more seconds."

The answer from the operator adds to the existing annoyance. Again he tried, but still got the same answer.

"Damn!"

Zafran throws the phone, crying at the wheel.

"Where are you, Sei? Sorry Mas!" pilu.