I'm The One You Throw Out
Seira Goes

Days passed, one week after their departure from the house of Zafran, Seira and Bi Sari lived in a small rented house on the advice of someone who helped her. He refused to stay at his house because it was still in the iddah period. There are certain restrictions that should not be made during that waiting period.

That morning Seira had just cleaned up all the things she had. Two large bags have been found on the terrace of the house, while the residents are still busy with events in the house.

"Assalamualaikum, Mommy, Sari!"

A greeting from the voice of a man echoed inside the house.

"Yes, one minute!"

The inside answer made him pull back and sit on the porch bench. Waiting patiently, many times his eyes glanced at the large bag while hoping they would undo the intention to leave.

The beats of the steps echoed from inside the house, making his heart too uncertain. It is well memorized who the owner of that special rhythmic step is. The floral aroma of the soap she wears is quite strong, plus the fragrant shampoo makes her look fresh.

He sat down uneasily, rubbing his two hands expelling the nervousness that made the agitated. The entire lifetime he had been through, not once did he feel such a great tremor like what was happening to his heart at this moment. Waiting for a voice that always tickles the soul, peacefully teasing in the ear.

"Eh, Jago! I've just come, it's still early in the morning though," reprimanded the owner of the step with a voice that teased.

Jago turned, turning to face the woman who was currently his former employer. Many times he wet his lips that felt dry, his hands clinging anxiously in front of the body. Bowing while smiling awkwardly at the woman. Right, Jago was the one who took Seira and the two people who followed him away just after they exited the gate of Zafran's house.

He offers them a place to stay, but Seira refuses. Planning to leave, it's just that Seira's condition at that time is not possible to travel far. Only Mang Udin decided to return home after driving them to the rented.

"Yes, Mom. You see, I have not been to the warehouse, but the permission was the same Mr," he said with a slightly mute tongue.

Seira did not say, just rounding her lips without intending to talk further about her ex-husband again.

"Yes, Mom. I'm sorry, do you know you're getting married today?" ask Jago timidly.

He glanced at Seira's face that seemed to me for a moment, honestly in the depths of the heart that love still belongs to Zafran. The name of the man was still the ruler inside there. His heart throbbed at the news, there was a pain that words could not explain.

He smiled awkwardly as he said, "Thank God. May their marriage be happy."

Jago gasped, but he was ready to stand in the front row if only Seira wanted to thwart the event.

"Mom won't prevent that? I see, I still love you, Father," said Jago did not believe that Seira would just let go.

Again, the natural red lips formed a perfect crisp arch that makes anyone certainly fascinated.

"Make what? I'm sincere about everything, hopefully Mas Zafran is happier with him. I want to join Bi Sari to move because I don't have anyone else here, maybe I will stay there and won't come back here again. Never tell anyone if we meet often," said Seira with all the fortitude that his heart has.

There was no puddle of water in his fertilizer, nor did he look weak at all. It was as usual as if there had never been a problem. Jago stunned to hear his words, it means after this he will no longer see women who as long as he admired. Seira's figure transformed into an idol in the heart.

"Jago! You can trust me, right?" reprimand Seira as the thick-bearded man fell silent in contemplation.

Bi Sari appeared from inside the house carrying with her a rented key. Locking the door before leaving the contract owner. Seira sat on the bench, while Jago remained standing in his original place.

The man with the face of the sangar occasionally stole glances at his former employer. How fascinated he is with everything that is attached to him.

"Jaga Mas Zafran from them, Jago. He's a good guy, just easily influenced by the people around him. Especially from Lita. I know who he is, but I can't say anything because Mas Zafran is in love with him again. I tipped him," said Seira breaking the silence between them.

Jago lowered his gaze, glancing at the woman sitting firmly on the bench. She's a great woman, saying the actual words hurt her heart without crying.

"Why don't you cry?"

Finally the question glides by itself. Seira turned her head slowly, smiling full of fortitude.

"Make what? What if I cry Mas Zafran will be back in the kayak first? What if I cry, everything will be back in the kayak first? No, Jago. Everyone won't be able to turn around again." He smiled again.

Seira's tough attitude really pinched her heart, Jago was defeated by a woman who should have been weak. Seira is different, when other women will continue to cry for days, or do desperate in all kinds of ways. He remained calm and even smiled even though his heart was crumbling dimly.

Jago Kelu's tongue, suddenly unable to move to chimed in Seira's speech. It is true, crying will not restore all, but can reduce the heavy burden that overflows the shoulders. At least as he often hears from most women.

Bi Sari came and their conversation stopped. Jago carried the two bags up into the pickup he carried, a transport belonging to the Zafran rice warehouse used to send rice to his subscription agents.

The two went to the inter-city terminal, where do they go? Jago himself did not know.

Wherever you go, easily saved until your destination.

Jago murmured while staring at the two backs away from his car. He turned to remember the task Zafran had given him. Before actually leaving, he made sure Seira was doing well. The woman sat in front of a counter, waiting for Bi Sari who was buying a ticket.

He smiled as he stepped on the gas pedal and drove away from the terminal. Seira remembered on her phone, the flat object she had turned off since stepping out of Zafran's house. Issued the card that he had been using, his eyes glimpsed looking for a counter to buy a new one.

When putting the object in the bag, accidentally his hand touched another object. The debit card that Zafran had given him and had never been used. Perhaps already sustenance, he smiled intending to spend all the money in it that will be used as business capital in the village later.

"Bi, I'm off, yeah. Aunty wait here aja," said her saying as she left Bi Sari and her bag.

He walked straight to a bank office across the street.

However, just two footsteps stepped on the road, a car horn jerked at him.

"AWAS!"

Brak!