I'm The One You Throw Out
Coincidentally

Prangs!

The glass in Seira's hand fell suddenly, there was no wind or people, but it slipped itself from the hand. Beling scattered on the floor, Seira was confused because he had just wanted to drink water in it.

His hand trembled, his chest suddenly throbbing pain. Slightly claustrophobic as if squeezed firmly. He held it and patted it a little. Turning to the stomach that also reacted, Seira took a short breath to reduce pain and tightness. The sweat sprang up and kept dripping like a water source.

Hands air to look for a chair nearby, slowly stepping and leaning his body on the chair. Hearing the sound of falling objects, Bi Sari who had just come with someone immediately ran to the kitchen.

"Oh my God, Non! Why?" He screeched as he approached Seira who was in trouble to endure the pain that pierced the stomach.

"Sa-sickness, Bi. My stomach hurts, "it hurts.

Seira closed her eyes while biting her lips. The right hand squeezes the negligee in the abdomen that feels wrapped around.

"Oh my God, how is this?" Bi Sari panicked. Glancing at the floor studded with shards of shard with nanar.

"What's up, Bi?" Someone who was with Bi Sari barged in heard the middle-aged woman's voice.

"Dent ...." Bi Sari cried while looking at the person.

"Oh my God, Sei!"

Seira almost lost consciousness, and before that he hurriedly lifted her up and took her out of the house.

"Hurry and open the door, Bi!" let's panic.

Bi Sari hurriedly opened it, and sat down waiting for Seira. The pregnant woman grew increasingly limp, only a faint groan could be heard from her lips. His breathing was stingy, but it sounded very weak.

The car drove quickly, leaving the courtyard of Bi Sari's house.

"Non, why did it suddenly turn out this way?" bi Sari groaned while rubbing Seira's damp hair due to sweat.

"Sa-sickness, Bi. My stomach ... hurts," Seira shrieked almost like a whisper.

The driver stepped on the gas pedal, accelerating the speed of his car. Crucifying other vehicles that are traveling more slowly. Luckily in the area are available pusketas that receive patients twenty-four hours.

The car stopped in front of the white building, the steps taken by Seira's helper were quick and wide. Open the back door and lift the increasingly weak body. Take him into the ER and ask the doctor to handle it immediately.

"Oh Allah, Non. Why is it like this?" Bi Sari was still crying, covering her face with both hands. Sobbing until his shoulder shakes.

"Already, Bi. We just doain hope Sei is okay."

Hearing him Bi Sari looked up, looking at the shady bead owner who was embracing her shoulder without hesitation.

"Thank you, Den. Aunty did not know that Aden did not come. Aunty is very grateful," said Bi Sari who again covered her face.

"That's God's way, Bi. I have your intentions today, and this coincidence I did not expect at all." Bi Sari nodded.

"Once again thank you, Non Sei has no one in this world. The only person who is considered able to keep the Non Sei. Just because it was too late to get pregnant and that day also Non Sei wanted to give a surprise to you, but fate has another will. This is the way," said Bi Sari with the rest of her sobs.

The figure that is none other than Fatih is full, feeling compassion for the woman who looks cheerful every day. In fact, he was carrying a heavy burden on his shoulders.

"I've heard everything from Mang Udin, I'm sorry that a good person like Seira is needed badly like her husband. Just a stupid man who is really a woman as good as Seira," he said a little growling in the heart.

His maleness soul felt hit, he really felt ashamed.

In the silence of the night, only the whirring of the wind hit his body. Leaving behind a cold trail, but still not making the heat inside Zafran's chest cool down.

"Zafran!"

The rebuke of a voice stopped the pace of Zafran's cries in the middle of that blind night. He was silent, shrinking tears and nasal fluid before moving. Too embarrassed to be found crying by yourself.

"Wait on! You're Zafran, right?" The stranger chased after Zafran who rushed away without even looking at him.

The drizzle is still down, in the form of water droplets that fall to the earth. Zafran did not budge, but that man did not give up on chasing him. The sound of the knocking of their shoes rang out despite the occasional vehicle passing by.

"Wait!"

He managed to block the man's arm, both of them stopped. Zafran has not yet looked. In order to solve his curiosity, the stranger walked around Zafran's body. Looked at the ugly face of the man in front of him.

"Zafran? Oh, blimey! I didn't expect to see you here" he exclaimed happily.

Zafran's eyeballs buyak received a sudden hug from the stranger. The fragrance of the flowers from his body was oozing and intoxicating. The stomach that had not filled anything since this afternoon, made his head throb. Plus the smell of perfume that stings, the more heavy it feels.

"Surge!"

Roughly, Zafran pushed the body back a few steps. However, his figure did not look angry instead smiled sweetly.

"You forgot about me?" he asked while blinking flirtatious eyes. His index finger pressed down on Zafran's chest with a spoiled manner.

Rippling blood in his body, moreover the sound of laughter sounded very distinctive in his ears. Zafran's forehead frowned, staring while remembering the figure in front of him.

"Who are you?" One stupid question just escaped his mouth.

The figure snorted, folding hands on the stomach while pouting.

"You have so much to forget me, when we used to deket terribly. It must be because of him that you have forgotten me," he said, increasingly making Zafran drown in confusion.

Zafran turned his back, but next he grimaced while holding his head. The figure looked at him while folding the skin of the forehead. Closer when Zafran realized he was in pain.

"You why? Are you sick again?" tanyanya.

He helped hold Zafran's hand so as not to collapse.

"I'll take you home, yeah. Your house is still there, isn't it?" he said again while helping Zafran stand up.

However, the man brushed off his hand, there was an unease that appeared to fill the heart.

"No, I don't want to go home. Males, stay with me alone. I don't want who you are either" Zafran said trying to continue, but unfortunately his body almost fell.

The figure snapped it up, and wrapped the hand of Zafran on his shoulder.

"You don't want to go home, I'm going to my house. You seem to be sick" he said, not accepting rejection.

"No need to."

"You can't refuse, I can't let you get sick alone on the street."

Zafran no longer replied, his head was getting heavier and the view began to fade. He was unconscious.