I'm The One You Throw Out
Not Sei

Zafran moaned right when Lita brought coffee and ginger milk requested by Dr. Hendra. Lita's narrow forehead frowned when she found the young doctor standing by the window. Room curtains are left open, the view of the rainy night city becomes a beautiful view to enjoy. Romantic at once.

Doctor Hendra turned around when he heard the creaking door accompanied by Zafran's groaning. He walked closer to the bed while sitting on the edge. Checking the pulse and heart rate, making sure Zafran's condition is better. He gave the medicine through an injection.

"Doctor, this coffee is the same as the milk of ginger," said Lita who deliberately stood next to Dr. Hendra.

Two buttons on the shirt he was wearing, deliberately not linked to attract the attention of the doctor. Even he had time to reflect and improve his appearance before bringing the two drinks to Zafran's room.

"Just put it there? Did you make soup? Zafran had woken up, and he had to take a bite to eat," said Dr Hendra without turning his head or glancing at him.

Lita fluttered, she forgot that one commandment. Hurriedly put the tray on the nightstand and quickly withdrew from Zafran's room. Oh, shite! There's a witch in the kitchen. His tongue clucked in annoyance, but did not bother to continue in steps.

Sure enough, Mother was still there staring at the kitchen door sharply. Like a predator preparing to devour its prey. Lita curled her hair high while entering the kitchen. There is no need to talk much, which is sure to do what you are told.

With trembling hands, Lita began to concoct the seasoning.

"Zafran does not like other dishes other than his wife's cooking. He is not used to eating the cooking of others," said Mother increasingly add to the tension.

Lita snorted bitterly, not responding to the non-wearing babble from the talkative old woman.

"Ughhh!" He moved away when pounding the onion, the pain continued to be felt attacking both eyes.

Like her heart being sliced over and over again, tears seeped without her wanting.

Damn, my eyes are like this. A lifetime never cook make seasoning kayak gini. This rich man is a bummer.

He cursed, but only in his heart. Not able to pronounce even if only limited to sheer. Lita continued pounding the seasoning, without caring for the woman's strange look.

"I never thought of you, you know. He used to pound his roof. You never cook, do you?" babble Mother who again mentioned the name of the woman he refused to hear.

Lita slammed the sting, sighed tired, her gaze looked up before returning to continue the work that she thought was annoying.

Mother snorted, tired of herself seeing the behavior of the prospective daughter-in-law who looked incompetent.

"Tante wants to see Zafran first, tell him you're done," he asked as he left the kitchen glancing and sneering.

Lita sighed in relief, finally freed from the foreman who always spoke ill. He can calmly finish the job. His gaze glanced at the window whose curtains were exposed.

The sky still lowered the water even though it was only a drizzle, the lightning flash that struck was no longer visible. Hopefully he's not sent off after being offered a stay. After all, his body felt sticky and tired, wanting to feel soaked in warm water that he could never do in rented.

The steaming smoke from the cooking gave off an odor, Lita gawked into the pot looking at the chicken soup she made. Take a little sauce to taste it.

"Mmm .. not bad. It's also delicious, although not the same as Sei's cooking, but still delicious." He is a proud monologue.

"Wake up?"

The ketus tone of the familiar voice in his ears disturbed the comfort of Zafran who still wanted to be trapped in the cradle. He looked to the side, looking at the young doctor.

"He-hendra?" call him in a loud voice.

Doctor Hendra quickly helped when Zafran wanted to change his position to sit. No longer interested in sitting on the sofa, the doctor with glasses was sitting on the edge of the bed. Take a glass of ginger milk and open it.

The steaming smoke gives off a distinctive smell. Zafran smiled smelling that smell.

Sei's coming home, thank you, God. He still cares about me, but where? Why isn't he in the room?

Zafran muttered inwardly, overjoyed as his mind said Seira was in the house. He received a bribe after a mouthful of ginger milk given by Hendra. His forehead frowned confusedly, the taste that his tongue tasted was not the same despite having a similar smell.

However, he continued to drink it, in order to warm the body that since the afternoon shivered coldly.

"Not to be saved, I want to spend," Zafran said as Hendra was about to put his glass in its original place.

Zafran snatched the glass, began to feed himself. The happiness seen on his pale face made Hendra's forehead wrinkle. Not wanting to dissolve in his mind, he glanced at the other glass.

The coffee Lita made had not been touched at all. It felt reluctant to taste his favorite black liquid from inside the cup. However, curious about the taste, hoping that it will be the same as Seira made it.

He took it, took a sip, and the handsome face turned strange. Many times his tongue clucked to ensure the taste of the coffee. His forehead frowned, the strange taste made the stomach nauseous. He put it back in its place. It invites curiosity Zafran.

"Why not drink? Usually you spend, continue to praise the coffee made by Sei is second to none," protested Zafran who was not happy to see Hendra's attitude.

"Yes, but it feels different. No pleasure kayak made by Sei, even make a sultry stomach continue to nausea," he said honestly.

Zafran was increasingly confused to look, glimpsed glass that he held, the milk is almost fully toilet. Then, throw his gaze again at Hendra who switched seats.

"How different? Can the timing feel different? Kan, which makes it still the same," asked Zafran while chugging ginger milk in his hand.

"You sure it still feels the same?"

Zafran.

"Slightly different, but maybe it's because his heart is not happy anymore. We had a fight, and he left the house. I looked for him until he broke through the rain, but did not meet him. I didn't think he could go back home" he said, lying about a fight.

Doctor Hendra did not immediately believe, determined in his heart after from the house he wanted to find Seira's whereabouts and ascertain the true events. Because, he also did not see Bi Sari in the house as well as Mang Udin who usually guard at the gate post.

"You sure, you guys are fighting? Just so you know, the milk is not made by Sei, but the woman in the kitchen there," told Hendra's doctor to make Zafran re-thought.