I'm The One You Throw Out
He's mine!

"Please, Den, drink. Yes, it is only because this house does not have a pimple," said Bi Sari while putting a tray on top of which there are three cups of tea there are also biscuits bought in the shop.

"Thank you, Bi. Don't bother like this." Fatih smiled as she received one cup of tea that Bi Sari gave her.

Sitting in bale-bale made of bamboo, on a terrace filled with diverse flower plants. Cool and beautiful, plus the atmosphere of the village that can not be found in big cities such as Jakarta make it comfortable.

"Thank you, Fatih, you've been bothering to drive us home. Though far away," said Seira while looking at the kind-hearted man sitting beside her.

After passing half a day more they arrived in a village at the end of West Java Province. Bordered by Banten Province, precisely in the southern sea. The man turned his head, grasping the cup that felt warm in the hand. The rural air still feels cool let alone enter the afternoon.

"I often come here with an invitation. My father is also from here, and there are also neighbors who work in Jakarta from here. So, I'm used to coming here. Don't hesitate" said Fatih with a smile.

The cold face they saw before leaving was as if it had disappeared and replaced with a charming smile that added charisma to him.

"Oh, what's his name? How do I know I know," asked Bi Sari sumringah.

"Mmm .. His name is Mang Udin, he's a driver in a rich man's house. I haven't seen him in a long time either" he said.

Hearing that name the two looked at each other. Then, chuckles at the possibility of coincidence. Fatih linked the two ends of the eyebrows, confused by the reaction of the two women of different ages.

"What's wrong? Why are you laughing?" tanyakanya.

He sipped the tea while glancing at Seira who looked sweet when laughing. Different than before, in the car. The woman even looked glum not as cheerful as she was right now. Unknowingly, he liked her figure.

"There is nothing, I just wait for a moment again there is a surprise," said Seira mysteriously.

They enjoy the afternoon with a cup of tea as well as simple biscuits. However, even so, it did not reduce the happiness Seira felt at all. For some reason, away from Zafran his heart began to feel calm. All because he really has let go and is determined to live life for the future. For the baby.

"Mom! Sei ma'am! The sari! You guys come by? Oh my God, why not call? Let me pick it up," cried Mang Udin as he ran after getting off his bike. He was not aware of the presence of others on the bamboo terrace.

"The Udin? Thank God, there are good people who take us to the house, Mang." Seira said cheerfully.

The carved smile fascinated the soul of the man who could not be separated to look at his face. It is like a moon shining in the darkness of the night. Like the wind, in summer. Like a rainbow that presents beautiful colors in the sky.

His ears were locked from all sounds, only Seira's laughter continued to fill them. Holy hooch! Is he in love with someone's wife? I don't know.

"Oh, thank goodness. Thank God, I'm glad you're all right." Mang Udin hunchbacked as he said to reduce the tightness that hit.

Hearing the news of their arrival, he rushed to Sari's house which was still in one village, but different from the village.

The middle-aged man received the code through the movement of Seira's head, he who understood then turned his head and looked with a look at the man who was watching Seira.

"Eh, Den Fatih! Oh my God, Den! Very long ago we did not meet," cried Mang Udin while scattering to hug young men who continue to wave to hear the shrill voice.

Fatih smiled awkwardly, returning Mang Udin's embrace. Embarrassed to be found looking at Seira who incidentally is the wife of someone else. While Seira and Bi Sari laughed amusedly at the behavior of the two.

"How are you Aden? I haven't been home in a long time," asked Mang Udin after taking off his hug and sitting next to him.

The beginning of their story, their closeness, also the stories of a Fatih who invited the laughter of Bi Sari. Seira also secretly admired the charismatic male figure.

His heart was still overwhelmed by the name of the ex-wife, constantly searching for the whereabouts of the woman. None of the people he spread, gave any news about him. Seira had left this city.

The music was soft, but did not interest Zafran. The touches that Lita gave, did not also expel the name Seira from her heart. The name has reigned completely in the soul.

Zafran glanced at Jago who was busy downstream for securing the course of the event. A little suspicious of his warehouse foreman. Zafran knew all along that Jago admired Seira. For this reason, he rarely took his wife to the warehouse because he did not want them to meet.

"Mas, thank you, yeah. You made your promise."

Lita was writhing spoiled in Zafran's burly arms, the man glanced at her with a sober smile when their eyes met.

"I promise you tonight I'll give you a special service" she said again.

There was nothing Zafran did but give a nod. After all, it had been a long time since he had enjoyed the heat struggle. Other than being sick, Seira's name was too distracting to her mind.

"Gee ... Boss Zafran, amazing! I have a beautiful wife, now the same beautiful marriage again. Great man, this Zafran Boss!" suddenly an invited guest.

The appearance is neat, wearing a shirt and cloth pants, as well as shiny black shoes. On the right and left holding two young women are very different from their old age.

Lita smiled praised so, but was also annoyed when mentioning the word wife. She is Zafran's only wife now, and there will be no more.

"Sorry, Sir-"

"Eh, sweet lady. Don't call 'Sir', but call 'Om'. I'm still young, you know," he said narcissistic while blinking his eyes.

Lita was struck, inwardly cursing as well as laughing.

Grandpa kali, om? What, it's so old.

"Eh, yes, Om. Mas Zafran had no wife, and now I'm Mas Zafran's only wife" said Lita, developing a smile full of emphasis.

The old man's basket eyes crept, his wrinkled lips curled upwards, he took off the two women's arms as he walked around like a thief approaching Zafran. The groom snorted, he knew what the elders were doing.

"Bos Zafran, klo ranum fruit that already does not have a father. Let me just, where .... where is the person now? I want to take him home" he whispered in a tickling tone and irritated Zafran.

From the past, the man always teased Seira. Therefore, Seira rarely wanders outside the house to keep Zafran feeling. And Zafran agreed because he did not want to see many basket eyes that looked wildly at his wife.

"Eh, Boss! Asked, really, be quiet. Where is the sweet-tasting fruit? Just saw how I knew what it was like? Especially if it's a chip." He chuckled, his perverted face making Zafran fed up.

Both of his hands clenched tightly, he closed his eyes firmly. Refraining from emotions, but the sound of laughter from the man was really testing his patience. Plus the sentences that were thrown from his mouth should not be said to Seira.

Bugh!

Zafran's fist floated off right on his face, he who was not ready to hear the attack fell on the bridal stage. The two women who were with him were screeching in fear.

"Don't expect you to get him! The horrors! Anytime I won't let another man get him including you!" hardik Zafran while pointing straight at him who sat on the bridal stage.

Everyone gasped, including Mother and Lita's two parents.