I'm The One You Throw Out
Appearance

Zafran came out of the room down the stairs to the first floor of the house. Sure enough, none of the old men in the house were visible. He sighed, it has been more than a week this morning atmosphere in the house was different.

There is no aroma of cooking from the kitchen, no hot coffee treats, or just a pleasant way to offer warm tea as a friend to eat biscuits. All seemed silent after the woman's departure.

Hope the presence of Lita will be able to replace it and give another atmosphere in the house. In fact, it's the same.

"It's okay, Zafran. He is still new, long ago must also understand," murmured Zafran encouragingly.

He went to the kitchen to make his own coffee. Still memorized where Seira put it, very neat and orderly. Each place is given a lebel according to its contents. Sugar, coffee, salt, flavoring, etc.

"Mmm ... What, huh?"

While remembering how Seira made it coffee. Once upon a time, she taught him how to make coffee.

He said, "I'm afraid I'm sick, so Mas can do it himself. I taught you how to make coffee for Mas."

Zafran hugged him from behind, watching Seira's shrewd hands that opened the lid of the jar filled with coffee and sugar. The woman unreservedly took a spoonful of coffee, and a spoonful of sugar plus a little more.

"Kok, just a little sugar?" asked Zafran at the time.

Seira turned her head and accidentally met Zafran's lips. The two met and laughed happily. Zafran tightened his arms, inhaling deeply the scent of the body of the woman he loved so much.

"It doesn't like coffee too sweet, or too bitter. This is the right dose for my taste. Don't forget, and this should be remembered. Just in case I'm afraid I won't be home" Seira replied as she poured the hot water that had just boiled into the glass.

The distinctive aroma of coffee was out, tempting Zafran to immediately taste it.

"I think I'm inget. Hm ...."

He let out a long sigh, a longing seething filled the chest cavity. He was holding a coffee jar, looking closely. Imagining Seira was making her drink every morning. Zafran looked up, there was something that struck out from both eyes, but he was held back so as not to spill.

Sei, where are you? Why did you go that way? But I want to apologize to you.

Zafran lowered his gaze, back on the coffee jar in hand. Start opening it and following the direction of the ex-wife. Her sweet voice burrowed in her ears, giving hints while imagining that gentle hand leading her to taste coffee and sugar according to her taste.

"God! I forgot to cook the water." Zafran patted his own forehead.

Take a small pot, give it a little water and start cooking it. Again he took a deep breath, reducing the tightness that squeezes the chest cavity. Both hands rested on the stove table, whatever he did to keep tears from spilling.

"Lho, Son! What are you doing in the kitchen? Where's Lita going?" reprimand Mother who came to check the kitchen as well as the dining table.

Zafran sighed neutralizing his mood before turning his head. His condition is not good now, there is a tired and regretful murat mixed into one on his face.

"Lita's taking a shower, Mom. I'm making coffee again, just so. Mommy want to make tea? Let me make you," replied Zafran with a stiff smile.

Mom knows how her son feels, Lita is different from Seira. He's a slacker just has one advantage Seira doesn't have. Her pregnancy, making Lita accepted in the house was even willing to throw away a daughter-in-law who never made a mistake.

"Yes, make it. You know, don't you, Mom's taste?" I said after taking a deep breath.

Again and again Seira's memories flashed through his mind. As if drawn to the past, a time where they are happy and always happy is never a problem. Every problem that comes Seira can always calm Zafran so that there is never a prolonged conflict in their household trip.

Zafran sighed, the longing grew heavier. However, he must be able to brush everything off, worried that all of it will disturb the household with Lita.

While recalling how Seira taught her to make tea for Mother, she did so with caution. Pouring hot water slowly into a cup of coffee is also Mother's tea.

He took the two drinks to the table where Mom sat, placed them in front of Mom.

"Why is your wife taking her bath for so long? Breakfast is not ready. I don't think she can cook like Seira. What if I find a maid? Let someone cook the same house. How's it?" mother's Advice.

Remembering the strange taste of soup that Lita made that night, her tongue no longer wanted to taste the other. Can be numb tongue and can not taste good food.

Zafran sipped his coffee, indeed indecent made by Seira, but better than nothing.

"Kok, it feels different to be made by Sei? You really didn't make it?"

Mother looked at her son with a frowning forehead, but Zafran only screeched his shoulders ignorantly.

"This is also another, ma'am, but better than nothing" he said as he sipped coffee in the cup.

Mother nodded her head in agreement. Well, how else? Everything was just a memory, the woman went away carrying with her pride.

"Mas, come! It's daytime." Lita came up with her usual appearance.

Open and always showing every curve of his body. Mom looked over and looked dislikefully at her new daughter-in-law.

"Lita, you are now, right, Zafran's wife. Please wear a more neat shirt. Don't be as good as you used to be" Mother scolded with low intonation, but without a smile.

Lita looked at herself, judging the appearance she thought was normal. He looked back at Mother alternately with Zafran who was also looking at her. Hoping inwardly, the woman would listen to Mom.

"But I like to perform like this, I'm confident. Huh, Mom. The important thing is, right, I can take care of myself as Mas Zafran's wife. Appearance is not too important," said Lita with a haughty tone.

His face turned away from Mother's gaze, reluctant to see Mother who kept staring coldly at him. The mother turned to Zafran, the son said nothing. Like a buffalo whipped in his nose.

"What are you, anyway, Zafran. Tell me, dong, your wife is so that you can keep the appearance. Let no one else do the same with him out there," said Mother as she sipped tea in front of him.

Zafran stared in confusion. Lita is different from Seira, stubborn and hard to teach.

"Come, Mas. I'm a laper, when do we go?"

Zafran's mouth closed again, said. He sighed before moving on and saying goodbye to his mother.

"Suami, really, lost to the wife." Mother snorted, Zafran let out a sigh, and Lita sneered.