I'm The One You Throw Out
Plan Successfully

Far away in a remote village there, in a whitewashed building, a man walked down a hallway. In his hands two plastic bags containing food and drinks he brought. Cold morning conditions, drizzle marks overnight leave dew at each end of the foliage.

Fatih close his jacket to ward off the cold that hit the skin. They are still in the health center due to Seira's unstable condition despite having passed the critical period. All night he was with Bi Sari waiting for the woman in her room.

The room is spacious and filled with several patient beds because there is no special room in the puskesmas. So, although reluctant Fatih must be willing to blend in with others there.

Seira had been conscious since last night, his body condition was weak due to overwork. While his mind was not completely calm, Zafran's shadow always flashed and became a bully. Why is it so hard to throw that face out of memory?

Seira let out a sigh, staring at the window that there was nothing but people in uniform passing through the hallway.

"Bi, let's go home, yuk. I don't want to stay here for long, Mas Fatih's kasian has to charge a lot," he said.

Bi Sari sat on the bench watching Seira from earlier. Hearing his complaints, Bi Sari also sighed. Grasping the woman's warm hands while looking at her attentively.

"Kalo emang Non already feel better, later say the same Den Fatih. You know what, Non? She panicked last night, driving fast too. Aunt Den Fatih fell in love with Non" said the middle-aged woman with a seductive smile.

Samar looks a red hue on Seira's cheeks, he then turns and avoids Bi Sari's gaze. His breath was heavy and full of weight.

"Mas Fatih is just like me, Bi. There's no way he's in love with a pathetic woman like me. Besides I'm also pregnant, does she want to accept me as my baby? I don't think there's a man who wants to accept it, Bi. Moreover, Mas Fatih, still young, well established, have everything, certainly can get more than me," said Seira felt inferior.

However, for some reason, there is a pinch because of the sentence he said himself. Fatih is in his heart, but Zafran still dominates all the flavors he has. Not wanting to hope, it was actually what Seira was doing to amuse herself.

"You give me permission, I can do that. Receiving you're the baby too, no problem for me. You want to open your heart to me."

Fatih's voice that sounded softly jolted Seira, she hurriedly turned with Bi Sari. The man stood not far from the curtain that became the boundary between the patient's bed.

"Mas Fatih?"

Fatih smiled, continuing her approach. He put down the plastic he was carrying and sat on the edge of Seira's bed. Under the twinkle of Bi Sari's gaze, Fatih unreservedly grasped Seira's warm hand.

The pregnant woman glanced at him, but let her hands latch warmly together with Fatih's fingers. Skin that feels smooth, very different from his rough because during his stay in the village helps residents cultivate the fields.

"I don't know what I'm feeling, but every day eating is not good sleep is also not good because you want to continue. I feel like I want to take you to the city and live near me, so I can take care of you all day and night." Fatih sighed.

"Sey, if you give me permission, we'll take care of the baby." Fatih stared at Seira's bead stick.

"But this is not your flesh and blood, Mas. Are you sure you can get this baby?" tanya Seira stared back at Fatih.

The man's lips smiled, tightening his grip on Seira. Reassuring through touch that what he is expressing is true.

"God willing, he is still a child and does not bring the fault of his parents. It's also been three months since he started looking at you, so you're free of him" Fatih said expectantly.

"Mas, if ordinary women in my iddah period have passed, but I am pregnant. Do you know when a woman is pregnant?"

Such a lip line disturbs Fatih's mind, the perfect upward curve that no other woman has. Implied sincerity of heart that is not mixed with lies. Fatih stared doubtfully, but gave no response.

"Wait for the pregnant woman until she gives birth. Are you sure you want to wait that long? Inget, you know, I can get better than me. Still girls and singles, and other advantages again," said Seira ascertained Fatih's confidence for his feelings.

"I want you, so many women have tried to get me, but nothing can make my heart kayak now. Every day is always scared, afraid you're going away from me. No problem for me if you have to wait until you are born. Importantly, I can be just like you" he said without a burden.

"Ekhem. Aunty go out first, yeah." Bi Sari's voice reminded them that there was someone else there.

Both of them blushed, their hand links just slipped away. Throw away each other's look of hiding a red hue on the cheeks.

"Udah is like a mosquito to disturb." Bi Sari moved as she muttered slowly leaving the room.

Fatih glanced at the middle-aged woman's back, her hands creeping back and grasping what had missed earlier. This time, Seira held him back.

"Where, Sei. Mom wanted me to marry, she was also very happy when I told her about you. My sister wants to meet you too. So, how's it?"

Seira bowed, remembering her unofficial status divorced from Zafran.

"But I'm not officially divorced. I also don't have the files to take care of the divorce papers." Seira said softly.

Fatih was not discouraged, indeed that was the purpose of coming. Using the index finger, the chin of the bee hinges on it and turns it so that their eyes are back in contact.

"My goal was to come here for that. I want to help take care of everything so that you can be free from your ex-husband" he said.

Seira was stunned, remembering the news that Mang Udin had brought a few days ago that Zafran had been happy with Lita and they were waiting for the birth of the child that the woman had conceived.

There was a pain that tore his heart apart, so easily did Zafran forget all about him. Moreover, the mother-in-law who was always sniffling at him, imagining Lita who could give him a grandchild, it was certain that the figure of Seira was forgotten just like that.

In the end he nodded, agreeing with Fatih's plan.

"But may I ask for one thing?"

Fatih nodded.

"I ...."