I'm The One You Throw Out
Vigilantes

Life continues, slowly but surely Zafran begins to forget the figure of Seira. Lita's pregnancy that began to enlarge made Zafran melt. He busied himself to prepare all the necessities before birth.

The stomach is getting bigger, Lita is getting lazier. She has gained weight, no matter what is important she and her baby are healthy. So said Mother.

Pampered, made queen at home, Lita is very happy. No one else told her this and that, there was a maid that Mom brought and was good at preparing everything. Zafran even forgot the rules of his life, eating anything and from the hands of anyone.

Their marriage, which had just stepped on three months, became the talk of the neighbors because of Lita's enlarged pregnancy.

"Eh, that's Boss Zafran's wife, how come his stomach is big like that? But, right, it's only been three months. Don't-don't ...."

"Hus ... Don't be reckless! It'll sound like he can be a barbeque."

"How's berabe? Wong bener, really. Marriage is only three months, the stomach is already that big. Moreover, if not pregnant first. His name is also the actor, what can he do."

"Well, that's exactly what Bu Warsih said. Kasian Bu Sei, yes. Though the man is very nice, polite, friendly, not like his new wife. Arrogant, never say hello to neighbors."

Lita who sat on the terrace glanced at a group of mothers in the stall across from her house. That afternoon, he was waiting for Zafran to come home because he promised to take him to dinner outside. At the husband's restaurant.

He did not care, continued to flip through page after page of the magazine he read. While the group of mothers were still talking while staring at him. The longer he got, Lita slammed the magazine on his lap, her eyes closed tightly, taking a deep breath to calm his suddenly heated heart.

He got up, walked closer to the gate while staring at the women who gossiped.

"Eh, Moms! Why did I buy me like that? These moms have no job, huh, other than talking to me? Wh why? These mothers are envious of me for being a rich husband. I can buy this, buy that. Here, loy. Real diamond necklaces, I'm sure you can't afford them, can you?" Lita shows Zafran's newly purchased necklace as a gift as she asks.

"Don't like talking to people, Mom. Pamali, if I envy say so. Tell all of your husbands to do even harder work so that these mothers can like me. The debtor is talking about people. Ngaca, Mom! Self-conscious," Lita's cerocos again at length.

The mothers there were confused by him, some of them bowed with faces flushed with shame. Some are quiet enough not to believe Lita has such a dirty mouth.

"Bu Lita is different, yes, same as Bu Sei. That was just so arrogant. I don't know, right, Bu Sei has a lot of fancy gifts from Boss Zafran, but it's never been shown off. Got Mom, mah, nothing. Aren't you, Mom?" call one of them bravely.

"Yes, that's it. I've seen her fancy necklace made, so pretty."

Lita growled, emotions peaked hearing Seira's name called, let alone compared to what it is today. In his heart he did not accept and would demand Zafran to give him a gift like he gave Seira.

"Mas Zafran's wife was me, not him. So no need, deh, Mothers compare me with him. Different levels, Mom. I'm classy, he's a village. Who else would want to be paired with a barren woman like her." Lita shudders.

The mothers were a little surprised to hear him, sneering at Lita's arrogant and outrageous attitude. Seira is a role model, appearing simple and what it is even though it is materially capable. Like to help without favoritism, his figure is much loved by local people from the middle to lower classes.

The shop owners shook their heads to hear their debate. Lita snorted, looking annoyed at not succeeding in making Seira's name bad in everyone's eyes.

"Lita, what are you doing, son?" My voice sounded like a fresh wind.

Lita turned the ripples on her face into a pitiful one. Like someone who gets bullied from a group of other people. He turned around, water pooled in both corners of his eyes, asking for protection and defense from the mother-in-law.

"Geez! Why are you crying like that?" Mom walked over. His eyes had looked at a group of mothers who were mutually unwilling and lyrically intertwined.

Lita hugged Mom, crying as she pleased pitifully. Once again Mother's eyes glanced, staring at the criminals who had made her daughter-in-law cry.

"Why?" mother asked while rubbing her hair.

"They insulted me, Mom. They want me to be with Sei, keep saying I'm arrogant. I also said he was evil because I had taken Mas Zafran from him, Mom," on the other hand Lita continued to cry as much as she could.

Behind Mother's body she smiled, ever since her stomach grew, I've been nice to her. Often invite to talk and even promise to take her shopping for baby needs later.

Hearing that Mother's heart heated up, while the group of Mothers was sneaking lips. Mother patted Lita on the back, channeling a sense of calm into her heart. He does not want to get Lita stressed which will have a bad effect on her grandson later.

"Udah, yes. Don't wait, go inside. I don't want you to be with your child until it's stressful because of the mothers here," said Mother full of emphasis.

His eyes glared sharply at them as if giving a warning and telling who they were. Lita nodded obediently, aided their mother in after closing the gate.

"It turns out that besides being arrogant, the wife of Boss Zafran who is now a snitch is also a slanderer, yes. Wonderful, really, can Boss Zafran mgebuang Bu Sei who is good amazing," said Mothers although low can still be heard vaguely.

Lita's steps stopped, looking at Mother sadly.

"Udah, don't be shaken. Later I said the same Zafran let the Mothers negur. You don't have much thought, yeah. You're Mom's daughter-in-law now" said Mother with a gentle smile.

Lita also smiled, had glanced at the group of mothers with a cynical smile before continuing to step into the house. The two slammed themselves on the sofa, asking the new maid to prepare a warm drink.

Mature woman, maybe just older than Lita and her age under Zafran. Her appearance is ordinary, everyday wearing a negligee without polishing makeup on the face. However, Lita's heart remains wary, considering that Zafran often praises her cooking.

There is a sense of jealousy, which requires Lita to make unreasonable rules for her maid. In fact, she is married and works only from morning to afternoon. No sleepover, still people around. There was no way she would take Zafran from him, but somehow Lita was still afraid.