I'm The One You Throw Out
Zafran and Jago

The sun began to crawl towards the contest, soon the twilight shade will be present to decorate the sky of Jakarta. However, it seems that the two romantically drunk stuffs are still reluctant to move from where they finish the taste.

Zafran is still busy on the sofa with women who are actually haram for him to touch. However, the devil has succeeded in seducing, breaking down the faith in his chest so that they fall into the pit of sin that drowns them in the valley of nothing in the world.

"Mas, I want to come home, yeah. You said, didn't you, you wanted to kick Seira out tonight. So, why else would we hide? Let her know that we love each other" Lita said spoiledly.

His mischievous hands played on the chest of Zafran's field, occasionally pressing his body in the lap of the man with the status of his best friend's husband to tempt him to continue to be entangled by him.

"Later on, I didn't feel good about Sei. If he comes out, you will live in that house. So, be patient, yes," answered Zafran stroking the back of the woman who managed to turn away the love of the village girl who actually occupied the highest place in his heart.

Lita sulked, pursed her lips irritated while cross-chested so that two pieces hanging on the front of her body poking forward seducing the beetle.

Zafran gulped, his eyes glaring at the two objects surrounded by his bite marks. Although the shirt wrapped Lita's crazy body, but deliberately three buttons on the front he did not associate.

The woman secretly glanced, smiling sinisterly when she found Zafran's face flushed red from being tempted by hers. Admittedly, Lita's property is bigger and more satisfying than Seira's. Perhaps because of that too Zafran bent his knees under his feet.

"I don't want to, anyway I want to come along. I want to see if you really throw him out? Don't-don't you boong again," his mouth still with the face turned away from Zafran who could not be separated staring at the beautiful scenery in front of his eyes.

The hand that was originally at the back, crept slowly to the side. Then, go ahead and grab them both. Lita bit her lip, but she has to sell expensive now. He held both hands of Zafran, and was kept away.

The man looked up, a red face and my eyes, demanding another pleasure.

"I want to come home. Point!" firmly Lita looked at the spoiled man who was under her power.

Again Zafran gulped his own spit, the inner struggle made him gamang. On the one hand he did not want to hurt Seira, on the other hand he also did not want the woman who several weeks gave satisfaction to him sulking and eventually left him.

Zafran did not reply, removing Lita's grip quickly and forcibly opening the front cover of her body. It was as an impingement of the increasingly inflamed taste buds. Her lips and tongue moved wildly, while both hands held the woman's body from making any contact.

"Mas, loose! Tell him I can come home first," he said, trying to keep Zafran's head off his chest.

However, Zafran did not hear, he continued to do wild action without caring Lita who hissed because of the pain.

"Mas!"

Lita managed to break away, she jumped down while justifying her front shirt. A sad pout as he hugged himself haughtily.

"I don't want you to touch if you don't take me home," he threatened without looking at the man who was holding back angry because he felt emotionally played.

Zafran stared at him sharply, both hands clenched firmly. The molars clashed against each other to suppress the turmoil that hunted. However, next, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. He succumbs to the ego for the sake of the peace of his life.

Zafran lowered his head, broke his fist and rubbed it on his face. For a moment, both of them were silent. Every now and then Lita would glance over, making sure of the man's circumstances. He snorted while turning as Zafran raised his gaze.

In fact, he did not want his affair with Lita known by Seira. He would divorce the woman he had been married to for five years, but not by harming her. After all, Seira had never done anything wrong while being his wife.

Lita was still pouting, looking annoyed and annoyed with her relationship which was only limited behind the screen. He wanted to show his social peers the rich man without fear Seira would see him.

"Come, Lita. I ask you to understand my position. Sei never made a mistake, our household was fine. It's not possible that suddenly I came to continue to say cheating," he said weighing the taste that will be experienced by the wife.

Lita clucked, which means she hasn't managed to win Zafran's heart completely. The proof, the man was still thinking about the feelings of Seira who incidentally was his own best friend.

"Say if you still love him, right?" the spray is complete with a red face. Do not accept if Zafran is still attached to his wife after what they have done so far.

Zafran rubbed his face again, folding his lips together because he could not make Lita understand. That woman was stubbornly very different from Seira.

"Not so, I will divorce him, but not in this way. Remember, Lita, wherever Sei is he who has helped you out of trouble. So, let him be free without feeling hurt. You know, don't you?" Zafran still refrained from emotions.

Not wanting to understand, Lita stomped her feet on the floor while saying angrily, "Come over!" He turned around and quickly left Zafran's room.

Back the man soaked a dry throat. Stare fixed at the door of the room that separates him from the woman who gives him satisfaction while working.

"I'm sorry, Lita, but I hope you can understand. I can't hurt him, I promise his late mother will take care of him and love him. I'm sorry," he murmured with a sorrowful look.

The trajectory of the sweet story when with Seira used to loom in the fertilizer. How she is a woman who is stoic, patient and never complains and even willing to sell her parents' heritage house. The only property he had to add capital to his business was at that time almost bankrupt.

However, all of that is no longer influential, after being patient for five years waiting for a child, the woman did not go to conceive. When it comes to health, there is nothing wrong with their health. Zafran always blamed Seira for this and cursed in his heart.

Then, Lita's presence a few months ago, gave her hope when the woman offered to replace Seira's womb. Unfortunately, greed is also a spiteful nature residing in his heart so that various ways he did to keep the heart of Zafran from Seira. Another step.

Zafran shook his head at all the sweet memories with the woman he was about to divorce in seconds. He left, tidying up all the warehouse reports before grabbing his cell phone and car keys. Intentionally that day he went alone.

"Boss!" tegur Jago nervous. Anxious roar was clearly imprinted on his face that was filled with a partial beard.

"Why you? How, like that agitated one?" zafran asked in surprise.

"Ah, it's okay, boss. Do you want to go home, boss? Lita went straight home earlier, apparently she was in a hurry," Jago reported when she found Zafran glancing at the table where the woman used to sit.

He did not say, just round his mouth. It is time for all employees to go home. Zafran continued his steps, and as usual Jago with several employees in charge of closing the warehouse, after making sure all orders to be delivered at night and tomorrow morning were completed.

The big tall man stared intently at the master, there was a fiery grudge burning in his two black maniacs. The two hands clenched firmly, molars clashing against each other tightly restraining the turmoil of anger. He turned around and did his job well while continuing to think about Seira's situation.

What happened to Jago?