I'm The One You Throw Out
Zafran

The sun has not moved from unity, but the economic turmoil in the big city has begun from an early age. The hustle and bustle of humans has filled the places that provide household needs.

The road is never empty of vehicles, although only a few are visible. Food vendors have been lined up waiting for sustenance from street visitors.

On weekends, people are scattered on the street. Just enjoy the morning while breathing fresh air although not as fresh as in the countryside. Take a leisurely walk with the family, spending time until the sun arrives.

While in a house, its inhabitants are still asleep in dreamland. Warmth in a blanket that covers.

Until the sun rises as fast as it does, none of them are visible. The door of the house is still tightly closed, no matter the beauty of the morning presented by the universe.

Zafran frowned when the sunlight hit his eyes. He turned his back and covered his face with a blanket. Usually, this morning has been smelled by the aroma of cooking that always managed to wake everyone up.

Zafran frowned in sleep, many questions milling in the mind. The question of where the woman who used to prepare food in the morning was going.

"Usually this hour already smells the food, but why not now? Is Sei not awake yet?"

Zafran muttered still with his eyes closed, he was just lazy to get out of his bed. Waiting for the woman to wake up with a special scented hot coffee treat.

His body wriggled awake, both hands stretched upward, straightening the stiff muscles. His mouth was wide open, just about to shout he frowned again seeing someone curled up inside the blanket.

After looking at the owner of the foreign face, Zafran became nervous himself. Remembering their struggle last night, so hot and hot. The face with both hands, cursed in the heart when he remembered the promise of last night.

Why can't I believe I changed partners. Seira, why do you still like to bother me? Are you not sorry for me? May you live happily and have a man who can accept what he is.

Zafran muttered in his heart, slowly approaching Lita who was still sleeping. His lips smiled at the tired face of his wife, how great he was at satisfying her biological needs. Overnight, Zafran is overwhelmed by the wild action of a Lita.

His hands gently rubbed his wife's head, preoccupying the hair blocking the face before landing a kiss on the cheek.

"You must be really tired, yeah. Thanks, yeah. Layanin Mas last night. You're great, different from the others." Zafran kissed the cheek again.

His hands down rubbed the stomach that had poked to the surface. Lita squirmed, making Zafran even more anxious. Cheek it up before getting out of bed.

Without covering his plain body, Zafran walked into the bathroom. The house is still very quiet, maybe everyone is too tired after the wedding yesterday.

Intermittent, Lita also woke up while stretching both hands. His eyes glanced when he heard the sound of water from inside the bathroom. Realizing that he had already managed to reach the goal, his lips formed a triumphant smile.

The figura on the nightstand had changed with their photo. He looked around, laughing without a sound. The room really belongs to him now. Everything inside must be in accordance with his wishes.

"I did not expect it could also dapetin Mas Zafran. Sorry, yes, Sei. I've taken your husband. It's wrong of you to have a handsome husband to stay rich. Hopefully you can be happy, yes. Just like me now," he murmured as he pulled his lip line up as perfectly as possible.

The creaking bathroom door distracted him. He looked up and smiled when they saw each other. Zafran only wore a towel that covered the waist, his wet hair dried originally. Lita gulped, the man looked sexy and voluptuous.

However, he frowned in dislike, seeing Zafran throw away the towel carelessly. He threw the small towel on the sofa even though it was wet.

Zafran smiled from the front of the closet, looking for his own clothes. All this time never bothered because Seira was always quick to provide clothes for him to wear.

"You are simple. It's not unusual. Kan, all of you also want to take a bath," Zafran replied with his hands and eyes still busy looking for clothes.

Lita snorted a little bit annoyed with Zafran's spoiled attitude.

"Later to take a shower, you make breakfast, yes. Mas want to go to the warehouse, there is rice coming today," said Zafran again without looking at his wife.

Lita pursed her lips, cooked again? Lazy annoying activities performed. He took a deep breath, remembering the soup he made that night.

Too fed up when you remember the facial expression of Zafran at that time. He even vomited soup that had not yet passed through his throat.

"What soup is this? Why does it feel so weird?" zafran said that night.

Lita bit her lips, on her tongue her homemade soup tasted good and was edible. Well, it's a little weird. Then, Hendra's doctor took it and tasted the sauce.

Different from Zafran who immediately vomited it, Hendra's doctor just frowned. Then, he turned his head and looked at Lita in confusion.

"What soup do you cook for pickled? Why does it taste so sweet?" ask doctor Hendra while putting the bowl on the nightstand.

Considering that, he felt annoyed. Subduing the face with both hands coiled on the stomach. Hold the blanket so as not to fall off the chest. Zafran managed to find the clothes he wanted, turning to look at the wife who did not say about cooking.

"You why? How come it's that moody kayak?" tanyanya while wearing these clothes.

Lita looked up, there were puddles of water in both corners of her eyes. He looks pathetic. Both of Zafran's eyebrows were tied together, he approached after throwing a towel wrapped around his waist at the sofa. Sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at the moody face of the wife.

"Why? Don't be sad, ah. Ugly knows," he sneered while pinching Lita's cheeks slightly poking.

Lita grimaced, holding both hands of Zafran and grasping them gently. The man's heart warmed, he smilingly received a loving gaze from the woman before him.

"Mas, right, knows I can't cook. The soup is said to be asinan. Rather than me making you sick because of my cooking, just looking for food outside. Or we can pay the maid, right? The wife of a rich rice merchant must be pastured and busy in the kitchen. What will my friends say? Kitchen smell, chafing and unkempt. I'm now, right, pregnant. No soy sauce," said Lita memelasih to her husband.

Zafran chuckled, he slipped Lita's hair child behind the ear. A happy roar was clearly imprinted on his handsome face again dashing. Therefore Lita is willing to ruin her friendship with Seira to get what she wants.

"Yes already, later Mas find a maid to help you at home, but inget you have to learn to cook with him. I don't want to eat other people's food. I just want to cook Mas's wife." Zafran cupped Lita's face with both hands.

The woman nodded like a submissive cat, but inwardly refused what Zafran wanted.

"Yes, you take a shower. We have breakfast outside to the warehouse" he said again, taking his hands off Lita's face.

Lita nodded obediently again, she kissed Zafran's cheek before moving down. It was a nice morning for Zafran, but it sucks for Lita.