I'm The One You Throw Out
Suspicions

"Good night! I'm Hendra, the doctor you asked me to come here to check on Zafran. Can I come in?"

Lita was amazed to see a tall and white figure with glasses on the terrace. His eyes flickered, his lips split to make no small gap.

"Hallo! Mmm ... Where is Bu Sei? Can I meet him?" ask the doctor again while shaking hands in front of Lita's face.

"Eh?" Lita realized she was bowed with a red face. Shy glances at the man before him.

"Come in, Doctor. Mas Zafran is in his room" said Lita as she opened the door.

The doctor glanced in confusion, staring at the path he was about to walk down and saying, "Sorry, can you let me through?"

The voice that sounded syahdu in Lita's ear was back in flow. Shaking his heart that was from earlier was timid because of emotions.

Realizing his position was indeed blocking the way, he walked away with his head bowed. The hair is tucked behind the ears, reducing the nervousness that strikes.

Doctor Hendra stepped up, entering the mansion. Lita turned around while biting her lips looking at the strapping back that was getting away from her standing position.

He's so perfect, so handsome keeps cool. Where does it smell again. Hmm. .. I think I want to change my heart with him.

The new flowers of love, began to bloom again in his heart. The urge of desire to have becomes stronger, stronger as the voice burrows in the ear.

Lita gasped as the doctor suddenly turned to look coldly at her figure.

"Bring me a glass of hot coffee as well as hot ginger milk. Remember that! Close tightly so that the heat is not going anywhere," he quickly turned around again and stepped wide.

Lita's heart melos limp, he holds her heart that is increasingly pounding.

"Hant me .. Why does it feel like I want to get dislodged like this?" he muttered with a happy smile just because he was stared at by the bespectacled man.

Recalling his orders, Lita rushed to the kitchen. Make what he asked for, hot coffee is also ginger milk.

"Well, where's the coffee with the ginger milk?" He tiptoed in front of a closet, looking for the existence of coffee and packaged ginger milk that just stay brewed, and in order.

While Lita was busy with her quest, the young doctor continued to step towards Zafran's room. He memorized the ins and outs of the house because there was a place to play with Zafran when the rice merchant's father was still alive.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" greet Hendra while knocking on the door of the room that opened a little.

Mother turned her head, her anxious and anxious look could not be hidden. The wrinkled face looked sad as well as relieved at the young doctor whom he had considered his own child.

"Cityumussalaam, Hendra. Hurry up you check on Zafran, "welcome to Mother who quickly got up from the edge of the bed to let Hendra's doctor check on her son.

"Why else, Mom? Rain again, huh?" guess exactly.

There was no need for an answer because he already knew why Zafran was lying unconscious.

"I didn't see Sei, Mom. Where the hell is he going? There's a woman ... Who, Mom?" cecar Hendra while checking the situation of Zafran without looking at Mom.

There was a heavy sigh coming from the direction of the woman behind him. It was only with that young doctor knew that there was a problem in the house.

"Well, that's it, Hen. His name is life there must be a problem" said Mother dramatically.

Hendra frowned, he glanced at the old woman sitting on the sofa where normally Seira waited throughout the examination.

"What problem is it? All this time, right, they were fine. There's never a problem, why is there a problem all of a sudden?" inquiringly.

Dr. Hendra turned around while removing the stethoscope from the ear. Facing Mom with a myriad of questions emanating from the look in her eyes.

"As soon as he left home, he no longer wanted to live here. He also asked for Zafran's divorce this afternoon when he had just returned home. Don't know what the problem is? Seira did not say anything, just ask for a share of the treasure gono-gini aja," said Mother lying.

Hendra stared intensely at the two misty beads belonging to the old woman. Mother lowered her head away from being face to face with the young doctor's sharp eyes. The man always knew his interlocutor was lying.

Hendra turned, staring at a small figura on the nightstand of Zafran and Seira. It looked as if the world belonged to just the two of them. Usually there are already two glasses of drinks that he asked for.

"Mom, why didn't the drink I asked for come, huh?" her chirps glanced at Mother with the tail of an eye. Searching for topic redirection.

"Let me see first" said the mother who stood up to leave Zafran's room.

Hendra followed the old woman's departure with his tail. Suspicions arise in the heart, preconceived notions about Seira's departure. That woman is the girl Zafran loved dearly. The two of them had even competed for his heart, but Zafran won.

He got up and walked towards the closet, only Zafran's clothes remained. Seira is really gone.

"Are they really divorced? Butwhy? Who was that woman in the kitchen?" Mumbled softly while closing the closet door again.

He turned around and sat on the sofa staring at the man who was still faithfully unconscious. It felt that something was different from that house, the absence of Seira in it made his heart desolate. Usually, the woman will invite to talk while waiting for Zafran to wake up.

"I'm sure the problem isn't in Seira, there must be something to do with the woman in the kitchen." He was monologuing alone.

His legs were bumped against the cots hoping that the man would be able to feel them and wake from sleep. Unfortunately, he's not Seira. The beautiful woman could easily wake Zafran even in a fainting state. Not easy, but patient and willing to wait.

Leaving Hendra with all the suspicion in her heart, Mother sped up the steps towards the kitchen. Didn't want to linger chatting with the young doctor in Zafran's room.

His forehead frowned when he arrived in the kitchen to see Lita who was rummaging through the storage cabinet.

"What are you looking for?" Mother's voice suddenly surprised him.

Lita flinched, standing tall in annoyance. Inhaled air is quite greedy and then thrown away violently. Still very upset with the old woman whose hobby is set it up.

"You must be asked to make coffee with ginger milk, huh?"

The woman turned her head while nodding her head.

"You won't find it there, coffee is on the table. Ginger milk .. yes, make your own. Seira also likes to make not an instant wear. It's there milk, it's there red ginger. Remember, yes, red ginger," said Mother who made Lita sip stale saliva with difficulty. His hands nimbly pointed at the places where the objects he mentioned existed.

Lita swore in the heart.