I'm The One You Throw Out
Inner War

With a feeling of annoyance, Lita went down the stairs to the first floor. There the old woman was still sitting relaxed while facing the television. The household soap opera she was seeing, was not much different from the life she gave to the daughter-in-law.

Hearing the knock of the step on the floor that was quite loud, he turned his head with a wrinkled forehead. His eyes were sharp, not happy to see the woman there.

"Where is Zafran? Is he finished? Seira never left him alone before actually sleeping," said the mother with a faint tone.

Oh, he's not yet in-laws, he's been able to spray wearing nothing like that. Lita shook her head, again her heart was pinched when the name of a friend she hated was mentioned in the house.

"What's? So you left Zafran alone? Holy jeez!"

My mother got up with a panicked face. Walking hastily even Lita's shoulder was nudged to get away from the road. The shameless woman frowned puzzledly looking at him like a person hearing news of a fire.

He shrugged indifferently, walked towards the sofa and landed his buttocks there leisurely. Without caring about Zafran's consisi who will somehow be left behind.

"Nyebelin really, really. Why do they still mention the name of the barren was try, ngeselin. Just watch out later if I'm already a mistress ..see what I can do for them," lita said in a voice that can only be heard by herself.

"LITAAAA!"

Only a few moments enjoying his leisure position, the cry of the mother echoed up to the first floor. Lita flinched, looking up at the row of stairs where they were.

Curious about Zafran's condition, is it true that men are spoiled and fussy when sick like that. He got up lazily, walking uninspiredly towards Zafran's room.

"What's up, Auntie? Why yell?"

Fortunately the rain, so the high screech was not up to the neighbors. Lita muttered as she stepped into the room, the old woman and her son were still inside the bathroom. I don't know.

"Because"

"Mas Zafran!"

Lita squealed when she saw Mom lifting the unconscious Zafran out of the water. He came up to her, and helped her too. Take a towel that is quickly wrapped around the man's body.

"Why can I get a kayak gini?" he said he was a little upset and a little panicked. Inconveniencing.

The two work together to bring the man's body onto the mattress, Mother covers Zafran's body with a blanket, while Lita searches for clothes for him.

"Why are you so desperate, anyway? You know that your body is weak, it cannot rain. Why are you still so desperate?" lirih the mother cried bitterly.

Swabbed the forehead of the child while feeling the body temperature. He has a high fever, if this is how everyone will be bothered. Except, Seira. Who never complains, let alone gets upset while taking care of him. Only the woman, who always smiled and said softly when Zafran asked for this and that.

Oh, it looks like there won't be another woman like her.

"This, Auntie!" Lita came and gave him the change of clothes.

Mother glanced unhappily, slowly looked up while saying ketus, "Lho? Why be given to me? You're using, dong! How, anyway? You are, right, his future wife. From now on you have to take care of him. Seira was never told to either she immediately understood."

He shifted to make room for Lita to put the clothes on Zafran. Again his heart was upset, the name of the woman was called. However, in order to get what she wants, Lita must be strong until the time for vengeance comes.

He sat on the edge of the bed, revealing a blanket that covered the plain body of Zafran. Just this time he was not happy to see the state of the man even though he was naked. Lita glanced at Zafran's face, pale and unsightly.

"Mas Zafran fever, Aunt. The body is very hot," he said while continuing the work of dressing.

"Yes, I want to contact Mr. mantri first. Do not stay anymore, Zafran can not be left alone if you are sick again," remember the mother before leaving the room and entering her own room.

He intends to contact the mantri who often receive duty calls around the area without knowing the time. After he stopped, he walked to the window. Look at the rain that is beginning to die down.

Recalling to Seira, the woman never bothered him. Everything is always done deftly without help from him. Although he looks uneducated, but never disappoint let alone upset.

He had almost forgotten, the dinner hour had passed. Just realized if on the dining table there is no food served. Hurriedly came to Zafran's room and found Lita who was compressing Zafran's forehead. He smiles.

"Thank you, yeah. You have the same attention as Auntie's child," he said as he sat on the edge of the bed.

Lita smiled, feeling accepted by what she was doing. In fact, the water he used was a former soaking Zafran. Stuck in my heart, but it's okay.

"It's okay, Auntie. Auntie, really, really, soon I became Mas Zafran's wife. So, you have to learn from now on" said Lita with a little pride.

Mother is getting brighter, a smile that implies another meaning.

"It's a coincidence, it's dinner time, but there's no food at the dinner table. You can cook, right?"

Duars!

His heart was struck by lightning, just now being praised as high as the sky was now being dropped again. Oh, is this like living with a shitty in-law?

"There really isn't a maid in this house, Auntie?" lita asked while holding back the shiver of turbulent annoyance.

"Oh, you forgot, yeah. The maid here, right, just went along with Seira. Anyway, yes, if Seira's own cooking business made. The maid was just cleaning the house. Yes, hunt there. Good cooking, yes, my son-in-law."

Really annoying, not a day living in the house in that house, already thousands of times he heard the name of the woman called. Seira had truly bound their hearts until it kept on adhering to her.

"But, Aunt-"

"Udah, there's no but-but. Cepetan, make soup so that Zafran can be eaten immediately later klo already wake up," he refused quickly.

Lita growled in her heart, the small basin was even kicked on the floor to quell the annoyance. No matter also out of the room directly to the kitchen. Look for vegetables to cook.

"Damn it! Not yet a ghost, I have been told this. Granny fuckin. Old, but unconscious too. Chewy, likes to chat, nyebelin, mengeselin, make fed up," said Lita while chopping vegetables and chicken meat that he found.

"Well, I can't cook anymore. Usually stay pesen-pesen only in hp, or eat bekel Mas Zafran klo he nganterin. Uh, nyebelin. Emang, hell, Sei's cooking is perfect .. ah, what, the hell you are. Don't think about him anymore."

Lita grumbled while continuing to prepare the ingredients she would cook.

Tong!

The house bell that sounded loud enough to make his body jump.

"Damn it, make a surprise. Who, anyway?" He cursed while carrying a step towards the door.