I'm The One You Throw Out
Trouble

"Mas, when are you going to buy me that ring? I can't wait, Mom. Hunt someone buy later, this already want one month as well. It's okay I can't buy a car, it's a ring, yes" whined Lita while sitting on the edge of the bed and embracing Zafran's shoulder.

Just now they did a love ritual despite having to be careful because Lita's stomach is getting bigger.

Zafran turned his head, his body still plain only covered in a partial blanket. He intended to go to the bathroom to clean himself up, but stopped when the wife whined about his request.

"Patience, yes. The situation in the warehouse was also bankrupt, a lot of rice was returned because of its poor condition. In fact, before being sent the rice was very good. Mas again dizzy now, income is declining because of that. Fortunately, who has a restaurant that does not complain and does not ask for compensation, try if he demands compensation we can run out of capital," said Zafran complained about his current financial condition.

Lita was speechless hearing her husband's long talk about the condition of the warehouse now.

"Yes, you still have money in savings, right? Every month I fill and of course there are still many, it will be enough to increase capital. Can I wear it first, okay?"

Zafran turned and confronted his wife. He clasped Lita's fingers waiting for an answer from her. The woman looked down, biting her confused lips. How to tell Zafran about all the money sent to his account.

"Why are you diem? The money's still there, isn't it?" asked Zafran again wiggled his hand a little so that Lita quickly replied.

"Mmm .. That's the money I sent you. He said someone was selling land there. The money to buy land as well," replied Lita softly and softly. There was fear that gnawed at his heart.

Instead of being angry, Zafran smiled.

"Yes, ask your mother to sell the land again. Surely the price can be higher, we need additional capital. If finances are stable, right, we will all have no trouble. You can buy whatever you want," Zafran said, increasing his grip on Lita.

Worryingly. That was what Lita was feeling, but what Zafran said was also true. He turned down, weighing Zafran's request and guessing the Mother's answer.

"Well, Lita? Try to call your mother now, tell them about our financial condition and we need a lot of capital," said Zafran again seducing the wife.

Lita looked up, there was a wavering radiance emanating from her manic. The anxiety on his face. Zafran rounded his eyes, convincing Lita of their condition after getting a capital injection.

In the end, he nodded obediently. He picked up his cell phone and contacted his parents in the village.

Hopefully they will help, if not .. I do not know where to look for capital assistance.

Zafran looked at Lita, waiting patiently for the wife's call to be connected.

Oh, Sei .. gosh! Why would I want to be with him? No, Zafran. Your wife is now Lita. He can also help, do not want the woman again.

He cursed himself who suddenly remembered Seira. In the past, the condition of the warehouse was worse than now. Zafran was even reported to police for allegedly circulating fake rice. However, thanks to the support of Seira's help as well, she is in spite of it all.

His good name is back, and the warehouse still goes even further even though Seira must be willing to lose the only treasure left by the old man. It doesn't matter to him, the important thing is that their lives remain prosperous and happy.

It should be like that, if only Lita was not present in their circle of life. Like helping anj*ng pinch, after being helped even bite.

"Hallo, Mom!"

Zafran shuffled, sticking an ear to his wife's phone. He wants to hear the good news he will receive.

"Hallo, Son. Why did you call the mallem-malem like this? Tumbens."

Mother's voice was across there, like a fresh breeze blowing in Zafran's arid heart.

Zafran gulped impatiently to the point that his hand involuntarily squeezed the bed sheet.

"Oh, that. I-yes, why? You don't believe in Mom? Same time your own parents don't believe? Did you come out of the rock?" cerocos is a mother who sounds upset.

Lita and Zafran glanced at each other anxiously. The smile of hope slowly faded, changing with a confused look.

"Udah, yes. If you call this malem-malem just want to ask that, I answered earlier. I'm sleepy to sleep-"

"Start, Mom!" sergeant Zafran quickly grabbed the wife's phone as she was about to close the connection.

"Son Za-zafran?"

Mother's voice across there sounded nervous, not knowing what her facial expression was like at the moment. They don't want to guess.

"Yes, Mom, this is Zafran. Lita told me the same story, she said she sent all the money for Mom to buy land. If you can help the land is sold first because the warehouse again needs additional capital. Can you, yeah, Mom?" zafran said full of caution.

Lita was silent to notice, not reacting to anything. Just hearing Mom's nervous voice, she was a little anxious.

"Oh, that. I can't, dong, son. Kan, it's been given to me. So it can not be asked again, anyways the land is again cultivated the same Father. We are here again to garden so as not to bother you guys continue."

Hearing the rejection, Zafran stared intently at his wife. Lita looked down while biting her lips tightly until a salty and fishy taste was felt on her tongue.

"It's okay, Mom. I again need capital, later if finances are stable, right, can buy again. I really need some extra capital, Mom. Sold first, yeah."

Zafran held back furiously, his jaw tightening involuntarily. Glancing at Lita with a tail of eyes, annoyed at his wife.

"Oh, how, huh? Later, deh, I discussed the same Father. You see, unfortunately the plant, already want to flower too," said Mother, but Zafran did not care. A made up reason.

"Yes, but not for long, ma'am. Because I need the money now, not later" Zafran said.

He closed the connection without saying goodbye, slamming Lita's phone into the bed. His eyes glanced sharply before dragging himself into the bathroom.

Instead of regretting or feeling guilty, Lita snorted. Sneering Zafran who according to his thinking is very calculated about money.

"That's a good thing, anyway, so man. It's only a hundred million too, it's all the rice in the warehouse if it's also sold for over a hundred million. I'm like a fire beard, panic is not kelulungan," grumbled Lita while laying down did not care.

While Zafran was in there, flushing his body with water. The roaring chest made it flower-throathed to hold tightness. His clenched hand was smashed against the bathroom wall. I wanted to scream, but I was ashamed.

At a time like this he recalled again to Seira, the woman always had a solution to every problem. He did not even hesitate to give up all his savings or jewelry that he had to help Zafran's finances.

Seira never much demand let alone to demand and threaten. Unlike Lita who often makes the baby in her stomach as a threat. Zafran's biggest weakness and always keeps him from twitching.

Zafran banged his head against the wall, a sense of dizziness attacked due to the problems that were happening to him. It turns out he's nothing without Seira.

"Sey, where are you?" Unknowingly his tongue was murmuring softly.