I'm The One You Throw Out
Memories of the Past

In a pink room, a man lay unconscious. His face covered in feathers looked pale with both lips drying.

From last night until morning Zafran still did not open his eyes. The intense throbbing that hit his head caused his physical condition to weaken, his body temperature also increased.

Many times the girl who helped him change the handkerchief he used to compress Zafran. He sat on the edge of the bed, indeed the face of the man carefully.

"Why did you become a gini? What happened to you, Zafran?" muttered the girl while rubbing the head of a man who was at home in his subconscious.

The knock on the door of the room distracts him from the beauty before his eyes. She knew who was coming, a housekeeper she thought was like her own mother.

"Come, Mom!" his word without turning away from Zafran's face.

The door creaked, a woman the age of her mother Zafran stepped in with a tray in hand. On it there are two pieces of sandwich following two glasses of milk are still warm.

"Breakfast first, Neng. Later to go to work," he said while glancing at the employer who could not be separated from looking at Zafran.

"Taro is there, Mom. I want to take a shower first" he said without looking.

He waited until the woman was done with her job. Then, go out and leave her alone. The sound of the door closed, a sign of the situation has returned to normal.

"Zafran, I hope you don't forget me. You must have wanted to, right, when we decet first. Unfortunately, you chose him." He snorted, a little annoyed at the memory of where they were so close. Then, Seira came suddenly and diverted Zafran from their togetherness.

"Try he didn't come, surely now we're married, but it's okay because until now I still like you. Wake up, yeah. I'll take a shower."

He drew closer to Zafran, landing a kiss on his forehead before stepping into the bathroom. It was as if it was something he used to do.

After the girl left for the bathroom, Zafran moaned. His forehead frowned, his eyelids twitching about to open. The blinding light from the lamp hit his cornea. Slowly he opened his eyes, his gaze blurred and gradually recovered.

"Ah, where am I?" Zafran muttered while holding his head that felt dizzy.

He grimaced, closing his eyes again before he sat down and looked around.

"What is this place? Why am I here?"

Zafran circulated his gaze in all directions, recognizing the place where he had awakened. But what appears in sight is not in memory.

"It's like a room, but whose room?"

Zafran narrowed his eyes as his gaze fell on a large figura plastered on the wall of the room just above his head. He remembered the owner of the face, like a stranger to his smile.

"Mala? So, this is Mala's room? But why am I here? How's story?"

The sound of water gurgling from the direction of the bathroom, distracting him from the photo. Dag-dig-dug heart made, thousands of questions demanding answers. The trajectory of past events looms in the mind.

Mala was his best friend, from the time they were in elementary school until he decided to go out of town to avoid Zafran's marriage to Seira at that time.

Zafran gulped, not wanting to wait for the girl to come out, he came down the bed. Staggering despite heavy head. The view blurred, everything he saw seemed to overshadow.

"I'm on the second floor of this house ..argh, my head feels really heavy. Goddamnit!" while holding on to the floor.

"Damn it, why am I lemes like this?" Zafran cussed again trying to stand up and continued walking away from the second floor of the mansion.

While in the room, Mala came out with only a towel that covered the sensitive area. In his hand was a small towel which he rubbed on his hair while walking towards the closet.

His steps stopped as he crossed the bed, there was no Zafran there. He grabbed the kimono and rushed out of the room. No matter how seductive she looks.

"Zafran! Where are you?" call him while stepping over the door.

Mala smiled to see Zafran limping down the stairs. He rolled his wet hair all the way to the man.

"Where are you going? You haven't recovered, you know. Rest first here," said Mala while holding Zafran's hand.

The thin-bearded man turned his head, his eyes hard to interpret. There was a happy, sad and disappointed that radiated in the look in his eyes.

"Mala? So, is this really you?" ask Zafran.

She was stunned to see Mala's shining appearance despite her unpolished makeup. The water still dripping from her hair strands made the Zafran jakun rise and fall resist the turmoil. The memories re-emerge, a story in which they often spend time together.

Mala blushed, nodding shyly while looking down. He said, "Yes, it's me. Thank goodness you still want me. Come on, I'll help you get down, but you can't go anywhere just yet. Your body is still lemes."

Mala led Zafran down the stairs, taking the man to the dining room for breakfast. Attentively, the beautiful girl pulled a chair for him. Let him sit. All his treatment reminded Zafran of Seira.

"What do you want for breakfast? I made it, you used to love my cooking. You're still inget, right?" tanyanya enthusiastic.

Mala wears an apron and prepares to make Zafran's favorite dishes.

"Oh, I'm still snotting. You like fried rice with two eggs in it, sausages, and vegetables. I'll do it for a while," he continued.

Next he was busy himself concocting spices for the man's favorite fried rice, while Zafran was in his seat. Flashbacks of the story jostling want to get out, mixed with the figure of Seira who also always spoils his tongue.

The mala? I don't know if you still care about me. In fact, I have wasted all your kindness. Why are you still kayaking?

His mind murmured, grimacing miserably as he himself forgot the existence of the girl in his life. Never expected, Mala will be back when he was deadlocked to find no way out.

You are exactly like Seira, very different from Lita who can not say anything.

Mala secretly glanced, stealing glances at the man moustached on the bench. His heart flowered Zafran did not reject what he was doing. Still fresh in memory, where she refuses to meet just because she wants to keep Seira feeling. That's why he relented and went out of town to forget all about Zafran.

However, as it turned out that it could not, the man bothered him even until he got married, Zafran was still number one in his heart. Divorce is the path taken, and decided to return to Jakarta to pursue his love again. No matter if Zafran is still married.

"Well, here's the fried rice. You must like, I cook this every day so that if you meet you can already nyuguhin the same fit your tongue. Yuk, tasting. You have to eat, the absis take medicine so that your condition is cured-"

"Mala!" The girl's rant and hand movements stopped as Zafran called out while touching her hand.

"Mmm?"

"I'm sorry."