I'm The One You Throw Out
Longs

Lita walked back and forth in the living room of the house, waiting for Zafran who went out of nowhere restlessly. He clucked repeatedly occasionally biting his own nails.

Mother glanced over from the chair she was sitting in, calmer than Lita. He turned back to the magazine he read, shaking in surprise at the panic of the prospective daughter-in-law.

"Have it, don't be so nervous. Zafran is already big, later also go home alone," he chirped casually.

Lita glanced, the door of the house was deliberately opened wide in order to see Zafran's car coming. Thunder went hand in hand with a flash of lightning light, adding to the chaotic state. He slammed himself on the sofa, twitching his throbbing temple.

"But outside the heavy rain, Auntie. Is Aunt not worried? Emang Mas Zafran often go kayak gini, huh?" he mumbled without looking at the old lady who was busy with her magazine.

"Hhmm .. justin, come home later. The important thing is that he does not rain because he gets sick easily. Can be bothered if he is sick, fussy as spoiled," said Mother remained focused on the sheet of paper in front of him.

Lita was surprised, looking quickly at the prospective in-law with her eyes slightly widened. There was a sense of disbelief in the heart when he heard the truth about Zafran. During this time, the man always looks fresh and healthy. Never once looks sick, at most just lethargic and tired because of the work that piles up.

He took a deep breath, hoping that Zafran would not be determined. Not yet his wife, already bothered by the affairs of the sick. She wanted to become a mistress, without wanting to be bothered by anything including taking care of the ailing Zafran.

"Where, huh, Auntie, Mas Zafran went? Did he follow Seira? I got anxious. I'm afraid Mas Zafran won't even divorce her. How's my son doing, Auntie?" Lita started her drama.

He was downcast with both shoulders shaking, crying out for attention. Mother felt unbearable, especially the woman was pregnant with her granddaughter. As he knows, also he had experienced pregnant women should not be much of a thought.

He placed the magazine on the table, turned to face Lita who looked down with her face covered with her hands. Still crying, or just pretending?

Mother touched her shoulder, rubbing gently channeled calmness to her distraught heart.

"So calm down, Zafran could not return the same barren woman. He just feels responsible for him because of the orphans. You calm down, yeah. If he gets you sick, Auntie will give him punishment. Calm your heart, pregnant women should not be much thought," said Mother calming.

Lita raised her face, slowly her cries began to subside. How he understood, and of course in his heart laughed. At least, he already had the support of the future in-laws.

Slow down, Lita. Take his heart, then the path you will take will be easy. Well, patient and calm.

Lita encouraged herself, just trust the old woman for now. After all, he really needed his support. He nodded obediently like a cat in the lap of the master.

Mother pulled her body into the arms, the feeling of being a grandmother she could have imagined. The voice of the little boy who called her the name of grandmother, had been burrowing in the ears.

"For your health is also a future grandson of Aunt. Do not hesitate to ask for company if you want to check the content. Don't go alone, Auntie does not want you to be the same Aunt's granddaughter until okay," said the mother again while rubbing Lita's slightly enlarged stomach.

Lita nodded again, she had to obey and become a submissive girl for now. Let it be, after marriage later he will be free to do anything as he wishes. As if reminded, Lita got out of her arms.

"Yes, Aunt. Mmm ... when will Mas Zafran marry me? I'm afraid my stomach is going to be a big hunt and it's going to be people's gossip. Auntie must be embarrassed, too, right?" ask Lita nervously.

He bites his anxious lips, this is also cramming his thoughts. Instead of marrying, he was afraid that Zafran only wanted his son without caring for him.

"Udah you calm down, later Aunt who spoke with Zafran. You calm down, yeah. Tonight, just stay here. It was raining like a lot, it must have been a long time ago," said Mother who of course was immediately embraced by Lita with pleasure.

The smile of sumringah was clearly imprinted on his face, the radiance of happiness was firmly attached to both of his brown manic.

The car roared in the yard, laboriously the man was back in a heavy head state. The sight faded, and the weak body was powerless.

"Mas Zafran!"

"Mas!" call Lita smiling happily to see Zafran who came alone without the woman. He took himself to the terrace, waiting until the man stepped there.

Zafran hugged his body that was shivering violently, his lips turning blue and trembling, sounding a fairly sonorous teething roar. She's ill.

"Mas! Is it okay?" sambar Lita while helping Zafran step into the house.

"Cold-cold! My head ... dizzy." Zafran.

The attention Seira needed at this time, the woman would swiftly reduce the coldness on her body. Starting from preparing warm water, to help him rub the body.

"S-sei, I-I want to take a warm bath," Zafran asked as they had just arrived in the living room.

Lita fell silent, not one of her ears heard the man say the name Seira. Annoyed, not sad. Anger rippled in his chest, in fact the man still cared and still kept that annoying name in his heart.

"Zafran! Jesus, son! Why do you want to be like gini, anyway?"

Mother fluttered closer, a panicked look clearly drawn on her almost wrinkled face. He pushed his son closer to the sofa, helped Zafran sit down and undress his wet clothes.

"Lita, hurry up and get some water for Zafran. Usually Seira likes to do that," he said.

His sharp gaze did not want to be denied, Lita snorted. Still standing there and reluctant to move even a little.

"Li-litta's? Where are you going, Mom?"

Unknowingly, he was looking for the existence of his ex-wife. That made Lita feel sick. How could he forget that they were divorced.

"You're divorced, and now Lita is your future wife." Mother looked at Lita again, the woman was still flinching there.

"Lita, spout! You want Zafran to get sick?" he didn't joke.

Lita again snorted, kicked by the leg when she turned to visit Zafran's room. At Mother's direction it was easy for her to find a room that would soon be hers.

It didn't take long, he came back down and helped Zafran to his room.

"Lita, why are you here? Where's Seira going?" Again the question unconsciously came out of his mouth.

"Mas, why do you remember him, anyway? Remember, Mas. I'm pregnant with your child again, I don't like you to remember him constantly" said Lita, taking off the hand that helped Zafran.

The man was dumbstruck, for some reason there was only Seira in his memory. All he knows, Seira who is always alert to prepare everything when the situation is not good as it is now.

Not wanting to linger, Lita again asked Zafran to enter her room. Without hesitation to open every strand of clothing attached to the man's body, as well as help him soak.

"Sei, where's wedang ya? You usually bring them here. Didn't you say wedang can make our bodies anget? Why is there no one now?" Zafran's raucous voice again tore Lita's feelings.

He who was careless, went and left Zafran alone.

"Look!"