I'm The One You Throw Out
The more complicated

For three days Zafran had been staying at Mala's house, there was nothing he did but eat, sleep, and relax in front of the television with Mala after returning from work.

At this time, he was sitting in the living room playing his cellphone which was given a pulse by Mala as well. A row of messages and missed calls from Lita filled the flat screen. Zafran did not care about it, he was still angry at the woman in the house.

One thing he was waiting for, news from the person he told to find information about the land his father-in-law bought in the village. Zafran hurriedly raised the call as the number he was waiting for contacted him.

"Well, how? Did you get it?" tanyanya immediately.

"Udah, Boss. I've been wondering about the people in this village, and they all say that the Boss's in-laws did not buy land at all. Make the land appointed by the Boss at that time, it was not their own, Boss. It's people's land, they work there and there's a lot of debt."

Smoke billowed from between Zafran's heads, he tightened his jaws to hold back the mounting anger. The roar of teeth resounded, and Zafran's heart was hot.

"Bad! People don't know themselves.Take them here, I want them to go to jail!" he said in a loud and creepy voice.

"Sorry, Boss. They weren't here, they left before I came here."

"What?" Zafran. His heart grew hotter, his entire body stiffening uncontrollably. The phone squeezed firmly, the other hand clenched the air tightly as if no matter the flesh would be torn apart and injured.

"Damn! Goddamn bum!"

"Aragh!"

Zafran throws his cell phone into the wall. It broke and split into pieces, shattered into pieces and could no longer be saved.

Zafran smashed through the walls of the room until his knuckles bled out. Traces of red liquid was attached to the contrast on the surface of the wall covered with white paint.

He thought no more, grabbed his car keys and rushed out. For three days living in the house of Mala, only that day he appeared and that was because he was forced to.

"Big, Den! Wanna go where? Wait for Neng Mala to go home" shouted the housekeeper at Mala's house as he ran after Zafran.

The man's steps came to a halt, looking over with a sinister face at the woman.

"Say Mala there's a problem at home. I have to go" Zafran said as he got into the car and drove away without wanting to hear his word.

The assistant stood on the porch, staring at Zafran's car which slowly drifted away and disappeared unseen again. Suddenly, the employer's car entered for a moment he turned around and was about to go back into the house.

The middle-aged woman flipped over the body waiting for the master to descend hastily.

"Mom, that was Zafran's car, right? Where's he going?" mala asked looking panicked.

"Anu, Neng. He said at home there was a problem, so he did not stop saying goodbye," he replied regretfully because he could not prevent the man's departure.

Mala clucked, stepping resentfully into the house. Angry at who? The sexy-looking girl slammed herself on the sofa, leaning back from the tiredness of her body.

Mala was looking at the red rickshaw on the wall. He put away the sofa cushion he had on his lap before moving closer to the clumsiness on the wall of his house. Mala checked, touched the spot with her index finger and sniffed it.

"blood? Still fresh?" muttered.

A heavy sigh was blown remembering Zafran who looked different. The folds on his forehead formed a lot when he found fragments of Zafran's cell phone strewn across the floor. He crouched down, picked it up partially and gathered all.

"Zafran's phone? Why, huh? How did it get destroyed like a gini? I have to find out," he muttered as he dismantled the object and pulled out the SIM card from it.

"Who knows there's a clue here."

He put the card on his phone, waiting for a while for whatever came out of it.

Mala smiled strangely, the look on her face was indecipherable.

*****

Meanwhile, at Zafran's house, Lita is restless since her husband's departure. Every day back and forth the warehouse just to find Zafran, but the man wasn't there.

Bad thoughts crammed into his head, overlapping irregularities. His tongue was repeatedly clucked, irritated and frightened. Inwardly threatening if only his man made a fatal mistake.

"Where are you, Mommy. Why can't it be connected? It's been three days, but you have no news at all." Lita bit her lips, sat on the sofa while continuing to stare at the door hoping she would come.

Lita opened the phone, tried to contact Zafran for the umpteenth time in the past hour. She smiled when her husband's phone could be reached, but again sulked because Zafran did not answer his call at all.

Upset, Lita sent out many messages with similar questions. Where are you? What again? Why not go home? Why can't cell phones be connected? And many more. However, again, he had to swallow disappointed when a single message he sent was unrequited.

"Why the phone is not picked up, the sms is not answered. Where are you really, Mom?" furious Lita who returned clucked annoyed.

Mother frowned, the old woman was as anxious as Lita. He walked over and sat down with the pregnant woman. Indeed, although his heart is still angry, but he can not silence Lita because she is worried that it will have an impact on the baby in the womb.

"Why? Zafran still not connectable?" ask her slowly.

Lita nodded weakly, there was a puddle of water gathered at both corners of her eyes. He looks pathetic.

Mother sighed as she continued her words, "Before she had never believed it. Went away for days from home and didn't tell you at all."

It's totally inexhaustible, Zafran will be as tough as he is now. All of that has happened since she married Lita.

Why did everything go wrong after they got married? Is there something wrong with all this?

Mother muttered inwardly as she looked at her daughter-in-law who was seen wiping the corners of the eyes.

"I don't know either, Mom. I didn't expect Mama Sama also hard like gini. They sell, but it is difficult. It can't even be connected now. I'm confused too, Mom." Lita sobbing.

Mother felt sorry for him, especially when Lita's hand rubbed her big stomach. But he doesn't know what to do either? All of that is indeed Lita's fault, giving money without permission to the husband first.

In his position, Zafran drove at high speed on the streets. It is very desirable to quickly get home and confirm all possibilities.

"Suck!" he said while hitting the steering wheel, "kalo know this would be, I will not give the money as Lita. Why is she so different from Seira?" he continued to grow furious.

"Damn, shit, shit!"

Zafran really exploded this time, the car turned quickly into the residential area where he lived. Tires squeak great when the brake pedal is stepped on at once.

Hearing the roar of the car, Lita rushed out. Smiling welcomes the husband, but what does he see? Sangar Zafran's blackened face.