I'm The One You Throw Out
Everything's Crushed

Zafran slammed the car door as soon as he arrived in the courtyard of his mansion. The house that was originally married was just a simple house, not as big as it is today. Since Seira's presence, Zafran's life began to rise.

The house was renovated at the request of the mother, and thanks to the support of Seira all materialized so easily. It's just that, for now and later there will be no more Seira's name mentioned in it. Slowly becoming extinct and being forgotten.

The old woman, who sits on the terrace every afternoon and enjoys a cup of warm jasmine tea, took down the magazine she read when she heard the sound of the car door slamming.

He frowned, putting the magazine in his lap. Seeing the son's giant step, as well as his shoulder that came down, he knew his proud son was being plagued by severe problems.

"Assalamualaikum, Ma!" greet Zafran lethargic. He slammed himself in the chair opposite his mother's chair after kissing his hand.

"Wa'alaikumussalaam's chat. Why are you so lethargic? Not usually, what's the problem? Same story Mom, or ... Seira again?" A series of questions were raised by the woman who was no longer young. End the tone when mentioning the name of the son-in-law.

Zafran let out a long sigh, his body leaning back with the head that he let droop. Both eyes closed, tired heart and physical due to the struggle in the warehouse with Lita.

"One of them, Mom," he said weakly.

Zafran used to tell all about Seira, and often complained about having a child with the woman he had been married to for five years. Every time I heard, I always advised Zafran to get married again. If you do not want to be combined, then divorce is the path that must be taken.

"Well, how many times did Mom say, if you keep on with her forever you won't have children. Trusting the Mother. You better find a woman who wants to be your second wife. If she can get pregnant, divorce the barren woman," fierce mother who has opened her magazine again.

"So late in the afternoon, he hasn't come home yet. You know when he left? From the morning, the reason he said he did not feel well to check, but until now did not appear as well. Where it is other than the confusion is unclear. Women who do not feel comfortable living in the house are not retained. Now, what are you waiting for? There is no hope for him. Hunts old mother has no grandchildren yet, "fiery again.

He even flipped each sheet of the magazine roughly as if sheet by sheet it was the incarnation of Seira, the unwanted son-in-law.

As Zafran's breathing grew heavier, he dropped his head to the side staring at the indifferent Mother again. The roar of the motorcycle disturbed the silence of the two, they both turned their heads.

Zafran was suddenly jumped to see a woman dressed in sexy clothes get off the motorbike and walk into the yard of his house. He rubbed his nervous face, glancing at the mother who was squinting at the woman.

Many times Zafran licked his own lips, sitting restlessly with his heart pounding. His breathing grew heavier, especially when the woman stood before the mother.

Just look, the woman who is no longer young is opening her thick glasses, glancing at her beautiful body in front of her from the tip of the hair to the end of the heels that she wears.

"Good afternoon, Auntie. I'm Lita, Mas Zafran's friend. May I visit here, just a friend," said Lita shamelessly and occasionally his eyes will blink when falling on Zafran.

The man rubbed his huffed face, getting more and more unsettled. Inwardly he cursed his brave actions that came without permission. Snarling, but unable to vent anger.

"Sore, please. Let's get in!" take the mother without hesitation.

Mother threw a sharp glint at Zafran, giving wordless orders for the son to bring him a teacup. He scratched his head in annoyance, growing dizzy. The thunder stood up because it did not want to hear the cry of the mother who shrieked like the sound of thunder.

Zafran snatched the ceramic cup, his lips were indistinct, looking annoyed and irritated looking at the two backs of women of different ages. Lita was seen chatting, it was easy for her to get along with Mom. Not like Seira.

"Sit down first, I want to get some water because the assistant at home is out again" Mother said after arriving in the living room. He threw a sharp glint at Zafran who was still pecking in the living room while holding his ceramic cup.

The boy continued his steps, putting the cup on the table while sitting cross-legged staring at Lita who admired the state of her home.

"Why did you come here? Didn't I tell you to wait for news?" ask Zafran a little ketus.

"Ughhh!" Lita snorted, turning her face away from him staring in the other direction. Zafran's sharp bead really makes his guts squeak.

"I said wait till I tell you? Why, you are not horrified? You should know me, Lita! Wait a day, what's the trouble?" cecar Zafran did not hesitate to protest Lita's desperate actions.

Zafran clucked in annoyance, he lowered the two legs that had originally piled up and leaned slightly on his body.

"Why don't you believe me? Didn't you say you'd wait until I split up with Sei? Then why now so no patience gini?" cecar Zafran while leaning his body again on the chair. Tired of mind also.

"Yeah .. that .. it's because I'm afraid you're boong, Mas. I love you all, you know. We've done that a lot too, haven't we? I don't want you to get to my boongin. Especially now ... I'm pregnant again," said Lita sounding soft at the end of the sentence.

Prangs!

Suddenly the two people turned their heads when they heard the sound of falling objects not far from the living room.

"Mother?" Zafran tastes bad.

He got up and went to his mother, who was dumbfounded with a pale face in surprise. Lita became riled up, throwing a glance in all directions avoiding the woman's gaze.

"Boo-"

Mother raised her hand to refuse her son's words. She focused on looking at Lita who bit her lips nervously as well as scared. Occasionally closing your eyes covers the anxiety in your heart.

"You ha-pregnant? A-the son of Zafran?" ask Mom in a loud and trembling voice.

His position was still standing in place with the child who seemed emotional and embarrassed made the woman.

"Y-yes, Aunt. Sorry, not the intent"

"Ah, it's okay. It's okay," he said.

The tense and surprised face was replaced by a smile while taking a step closer. Sit next to the woman and pat her hand.

"You're not boong, are you?" Mom confirmed.

Lita shook her head, her hand reached into the bag to pick up something. An envelope with the hospital logo he gave to Zafran's mother. The enthusiastic woman wanted to have the granddaughter accept immediately, open it and read every letter listed on the piece of paper.

"Well, she's really pregnant. Is this really your son, Zafran? You have to divorce her and marry Lita. Soon, I did not want my grandchildren to be born outside of marriage. Let's not be gossiping," he said stirring.

Zafran itself is strange and confused, but they do it often. It does not rule out the possibility of all this happening. In the end, he's really going to be a father and Lita isn't lying.

"Zafran! Uh, even daydreaming! Quickly pack up Seira's belongings, get her out of the house right now. I don't want her to do harm to my granddaughter later," Mother told me to jerk the child's daydream.

Zafran gamang, with the news, of course Seira's heart will be hurt. Intentions want to separate well, but whatever power everything must be destroyed because of the news of Lita's pregnancy.

Without saying any more, Zafran led himself up the stairs to the room. Opening Seira's wardrobe, looking at her sadly.

"For your clothes let me take care of it, no Bi Sari. I want to serve my husband perfectly" she said the first time she came to the house. Very sweet and indeed during the household, all the needs of Zafran Seira who prepared even if there is an assistant.

The memory pinched his heart, he reluctantly took out all the clothes of his wife and put them in the suitcase. Until arriving at one sacred clothing that Seira always used at night.

He said, "It's a night suit. So you can get maximum satisfaction."

And all this time, there was no unsatisfactory Seira service. In hindsight what is Seira's lack? Just because she was pregnant too late and Zafran was impatiently waiting, everything was destroyed.