I'm The One You Throw Out
Again Seira

"Zafran! This is how you eat your breakfast!" mother shouted from the kitchen as the child and daughter-in-law left.

The two halted their steps, but Lita thundered Zafran's hand as the man was about to turn again towards Mother again.

"Mother, right, can cook for yourself. Or buy it, please. At the front shop selling breakfast, I just go there. Do not forget to buy also for the same Mother Father. They were, right, guests," Lita's selfless cerocos was also shameless.

My mother heard a long command from her daughter-in-law. For a lifetime, Seira never once ruled him like this and so. She was made queen at home, but her new daughter-in-law even dared to rule when only a day ago she became part of the family.

Zafran flinched, he glanced in disbelief at Lita. Then, let go of his hand which made Lita snort dislikes.

"You can't talk about it like Mom. She's my mother, old man. People you should respect are like your parents. If you can't cook for Mom, buy it or something. Don't tell Mom everything, I don't like it" Zafran said, stressing every word she said.

Mother silently smiled, Zafran still defended her even though Lita looked overpowered. His eyes were crying out to Lita, the woman was no longer as friendly as when they were unmarried. No smile, no more fickle Lita, now there is only a stubborn and domineering Lita.

Zafran looked at his wife with reddened eyes, her skin no longer white. He was really angry, but kept holding him back from exploding. The woman beside him turned his head, changing the ripples of the face as well as the gaze for Zafran to subside.

"Yes, I'll buy you some breakfast first. What do you want for breakfast?" Lita turned back to Mom.

This time, putting on a sorry face in order to attract Zafran.

Patience, Lita. Relax, it's still early. Patience ....

"Mommy wants some vegetables. Do not use sambel, the crackers are separated. It must be hot," said Mother a little upset.

He turned around no longer looking at his son and daughter-in-law. Hearing that, Zafran sighed. Calm his heart that was heated because of the dispute between his mother and wife.

"Yes, I bought it first. Waiting at home, yeah. I'm alone" said Lita in the end.

However, just turning around, Zafran grabbed his hand. There was a sense of heartlessness in his heart considering that the woman was pregnant.

"Why, Mas?"

Mother silently glanced over without turning around. I want to know what my son and daughter-in-law are doing.

"You wait at home, let Mas go. Fear of soy sauce, continue to be equally with you and our children. Just sit on the porch, not for long, really." Zafran smile.

Raib was already angry to see Lita's regretful face. He took his wife by the hand and helped her sit on the porch. While Zafran went out looking for breakfast for everyone at home.

He sighed when he saw the queue quite a lot in front of the stall that provides a variety of breakfast ready to eat. It is usually so, but Zafran never once queued there. That's because Seira always provides for the needs of everyone in the house.

Now, he must be willing to sit on the bale-bale waiting for the empty queue.

"Eh, Mr. Boss. How come, sit here? Want to buy some breakfast too?" reprimand one of the residents who just finished with his order.

Zafran turned his head, smiling shyly reprimanded like that. His face warmed up a little reddened, but he held it back.

"Oh, never bought, huh? Is his new daughter-in-law not cooking? Sure can cook, dong, yeah. This Boss sir, right, does not like food outside," he said while nudging a friend on the side.

"Yes, Sir. Usually Bu Sei, right, always make it at home. Now, buy it?" Others chimed in.

"Eh, Moms. Maklumin is Mr. Bos. They, right, are still new waiters still want to be friendly. These mothers are never young" said a male resident who was enjoying a cup of coffee at the stall.

Zafran glanced, but still his heart felt coarse.

"Oh, yes, yes. Sorry, yes, Mr. Boss. We are not trying to offend or find trouble. Yes, we'll excuse you. Come!"

Zafran nodded his head, no longer smiling because of the innuendo of the two mothers. Right, during marriage with Seira anything is always available at home. The woman was indeed the incarnation of Dewi Sri who made the people prosperous.

Seira always asks her and Mom about what they want to eat every day. The woman who had stopped in Zafran's heart always prepared it herself even though there was Bi Sari at home.

What do you want to eat? What do you want to eat, today? Let me see what's in the fridge.

That is a line of sentences that Seira often said almost every day. Whatever they ask, they are always ready to provide. Even if he can't, Seira never gives up on learning. A woman who is persistent and unyielding.

Zafran exhaled, rubbing his restless face. Again the memories of Seira became a blow to his heart. Oh, is that the temptation of her household?

"Sir Boss! What do you want to order?"

The stall owner's voice jolted his daydream, Zafran turned around and moved as he saw the no longer young woman smiling at him. He stood in front of a row of food that served practically.

There are nasi uuduk, lontong vegetable, tofu peel, ketoprak and gado-gado. Not to mention the various greasy fry waving teasing him.

"Green salad, Mom. Don't use sambel, the crackers are separated, the sauce is hot, Mom?" zafran said repeating Mother's words.

"Beres, how much does it make? One aja? Not his wife, Mr Boss?" ask the shop owner while preparing his order.

Remembering Lita's parents at home, she ordered three servings. After thinking, he finally ordered five portions.

"Rul ... Boss sir, push it! May this treat us, sir. Time and time again. Bu Sei used to also often share food with the surrounding residents," as well as one of the residents greeted the other lowly boisterous.

Zafran smiled wryly, whenever the name Seira called his heart felt pinched. How the name is in the hearts of the people. He just gave a nod without saying the word.

The grapevine who again mentioned the name of his ex-wife, it felt a little sick indeed. However, he could not deny, Seira's influence was really big in the neighborhood where he lived.

Zafran said goodbye after paying all orders including food eaten by residents in the stall. Stomach full, heart happy and money safe.

Many eyes looked all the way to the house, he tried not to care and continued to step into the gate of the house. It feels like that day Zafran did not want to go anywhere, but considering the coming of rice to the warehouse was forced to pitch as well.