I'm The One You Throw Out
Restu Mother

Weekends that do not fit the plan, in advance prepare everything to give beauty to women who somehow since their first meeting always interfere with his mind.

Fatih was unable to eat and sleep in peace, Seira's smile and the problems she was enduring were the burden on the single man's mind. His teenage-like behavior in love made the mother frown in wonder.

Sometimes the smile itself, not infrequently also looks moody. Sometimes looking at the cell phone all day, staring at the array of numbers Mang Udin had given him. Only, there was no courage to contact him first.

"Tumben, where are you going this way?" investigate Mom on Saturday morning before Fatih's departure to the village where Seira lives.

The young man cleared his throat, neutralizing his suddenly flowering heart. Though, Mom just said she was dashing. He imagined if the sentence was thrown from Seira's sweet lips. Sitting quietly, a thin smile fell, but I could still see it.

"Hey! Asked, really, diem. Even the smiles themselves like that, make a creep," the almost old woman scolded while pounding the table slowly.

Fatih looked up, not long laughing with a red pseudo on both of her cheeks. The wrinkled skin grew more and more when folded, staring at the son who had recently been acting strangely.

"Why have you been this weird since the village? Is there something there? Why didn't you tell me Mom?" He landed his butt in the chair facing his son.

There is no reason, the young man was eating his breakfast in the form of a sandwich and a glass of milk, while Mom scooped rice and side dishes were also vegetables according to the portion.

"There is a." Those two words held a thousand mysteries.

Mother's hand stopped over the vegetable bowl, squinting at the young man in the presence filled with mystery.

"Yes, if you don't want to tell me, I want to find out through Udin. He must know what you are doing in the village," said Mother while continuing her activities scooping vegetables.

Fatih's mouth stopped chewing, rolling her eyes slowly at the mother who was smiling happily. Paying attention to the way the woman who gave birth to it with a look of horror. It was not just a mere utterance, but a threat that certainly contained misunderstandings as usual.

"Eat, eat! I can't wait to call Udin," he said, again making Fatih depressed.

The young man put the sandwich in his hand on the plate, sipped warm milk before looking back at his mother who was eating breakfast. He forgot to cooperate with the man so as not to tell anything about what happened in the village.

"Mother!" He's sulking.

"Hmm .. abisin breakfast. It will not feel good," said Mother indifferently.

His hand skillfully picked up the sambal using a piece of tempe and devoured it.

"Sstt .. pedes, hot," Mother quipped.

Fatih blushed, there was indeed a sense of warmth that spread throughout her body. It was all because of my attitude.

"Yes, yes, Fatih ...."

"Mmm?"

Mother finished her meal, staring enthusiastically at the young man who suddenly turned nervous. His body leaning forward made Fatih look away face, too embarrassed if the woman saw the red hue on her cheek.

"But if I tell you, I don't get angry. Don't misunderstand me, either."

Mom nodded quickly, inwardly guessing for sure about women. Whatever he is, the important thing is not a problem, it will be well received in that house. For a long time he wanted a son-in-law and a grandchild, but his eldest did not look close to a woman.

Even if asked, he replied 'nothing is right in the heart.'

"Yesterday I almost hit people"

"Well?!"

"Ih, Mommy .. Dengerin first!"

"Yes, yeah. Continues to?"

"Create ...."

"So you like people's wives? Pregnant again? No, no, Fatih! I don't want you to have any problems" she quickly refused while distancing herself.

"Mom, horrify first. Fatih hasn't finished the story yet" she asked, holding Mom's hand warmly.

"Otherwise? The woman's the man's wife, again pregnant, kept her out of the house. Especially if the name is not a good woman. No, I don't want you hanging out with him. I don't want this handsome and well-established mother's son to be the snatch of people's wives. I don't want to!" mother Cerocos while pulling her hand that Fatih grasped.

The young man sighed, leaning his back on the backrest while looking at Mom lazily. He could have guessed this would be the case. I misunderstood her and came to conclusions easily.

"Mom, she did not run away, but was expelled by her husband and in-laws. He joined Bi Sari because he already had no one, no house, no family. The only family was her husband, but he cheated on her because they had been married for five years Sei was not pregnant. He was thought to be barren to continue to be expelled that way," explained Fatih was anxious about the woman's behavior.

Mother did not immediately believe it, squinting suspicious eyes at her eldest child.

"So she's still somebody's wife, they're not divorced, Fatih."

Is correct. Fatih was stunned to hear his mother's words.

"Said Mang Udin, the day that Sei was expelled her husband had fallen into talak. Just haven't been taken care of in court because Sei doesn't have the files. She had nothing but the clothes she was wearing. If I don't believe ask Mang Udin," said Fatih confidently.

The old woman's eyes narrowed even more, she pulled out a cell phone that was never far from her pocket. Looking for Udin's name and hurry up and call him, no matter what rice and vegetables you're asking to spend. Confirming his son's story first, that's more important.

"Call, Din. Where are you again?" Mother silently listened.

"In the village?" I peeked again at Fatih.

"Din, I'd like to ask Fatih the story about a woman named Seira. She's your employer?"

Mother was silent again listening. The tense look on his face slowly loosened, seriously listening to Mang Udin across there.

"Yes, Din, thank you." Mother closed the connection, put the object in her pocket while looking at her son strangely.

Fatih frowned and waited for what the woman would say next.

"You feel sorry for him, help take care of everything. Don't just diem. You, right, have a lawyer asking for help with him taking care of everything. He can do it, right?" mother's advice suddenly while continuing her meal.

The woman looked even calmer after talking to Mang Udin. I don't know what the man said that Mom could change as quickly as she does now.

"What did the Shrimp say?" Finally got away with that question.

"There is a." A proper reply made Fatih's heart pinch. Anxious and furious so one if already faced with the strange attitude of the woman before him.

"When I don't want to talk, I want to ask Mang Udin."

"Just ask, I'm not afraid. You like to keep secrets."

Fatih dropped his jaw, he never expected to hear the sarcasm. He pouted and continued eating.

"Heriding Mom's advice. The sooner the better. If later people first, continue to cry in the corner of the room. It's up to you."

Mom got up after downing a glass of water. Fatih looked at the woman's back that was getting away from her, there were thousands of questions ringing in her head.

What does Mother mean ....

Both of his eyes were wide.

*****

Fatih sighed, sitting next to Seira's bed that was still unconscious. His arrival to the village because he wanted to discuss the matter with him, but not in accordance with expectations because of the condition of the woman who suddenly became ill.

Patience ....