I'm The One You Throw Out
That Beautiful Memories

Zafran is still languid in front of the closet, in his hand is also still held his favorite pink lingerie as well as Seira. Shown in the cistern the first time the woman wore it.

He stepped slowly, both legs were tightened and his head was bowed. The right hand holds the chest, and the left holds the lingerie tip from being exposed to the top.

Fascinated by the man, his face flushed red not out of shame, but because it was unable to withstand the fierceness in the soul. The call to touch every inch of his body, thrashing cheerfully.

The girl was still standing in the doorway of the bathroom, her head still bowed with her hair down and covered her face. The fragrant soap of flowers waving adds to the turmoil that has been smoldering.

Zafran gulped his own saliva, the water did not stop coming out of place. Can't wait, he moved. Stepping slowly towards the shy girl in front. Touching the two soft arms, Zafran's index finger gently raised the chin of the flower to meet him.

Again, he gulped at the complete beauty even without makeup. Indeed, Seira was very beautiful like the incarnation of a Goddess who descended from the kahyangan.

"You're so pretty. I love you, Sei. You belong to me tonight and the nights that follow. It's just mine" he whispered firmly.

He lifted his index finger on Seira's chin, the face looking up perfectly. Slowly eroding the distance between them, the view was fixed in one direction. Natural pinkish-colored objects that are very tempting.

He embraced both sides with a friendly, slow and careful. It was as if he was teaching her about the sweet taste of the fruit of their love. Struggles happen, long enough and hot.

"I ...."

Without continuing his sentence, Zafran raised Seira's body and brought her closer to their bridal bed. Beds with pink mosquito nets and rose petals are scattered on them, adding to the romantic state.

Room lights are deliberately made dim and dim, the light of studded candles makes the atmosphere warmer. Zafran put the body on their bed, touching it slowly and lovingly.

Seira squirms, a strange and foreign rumble that just greeted his body gives an incredible sensation. It bites its index finger, hissing without a sound. Wanted to groan, but was too embarrassed to do so. This is the first time for them.

"Take it out, baby. Don't be held back" said Zafran, who had been in the neck alcove since when, made the blood rustle violently.

The heart is racing with the accompaniment of the breath that is increasingly hunting. He hid his face that met in the dimness of the light of the lamp. Beautiful again syahdu, the first night full of love and the next invite longing.

Moans and groans of pain blend into one makes Zafran proud who has managed to break into the goal belonging to Seira. The red patches on the bed sheet prove that the girl has not been touched. Pure and holy, spotless clean.

"Thank you, baby. I love you, Sei. Forever," he said after fulfilling the obligation as a legitimate new partner.

"ZAFRAN!"

The strangulation of Mother's voice resuscitated the man from the daydream. The daydream of a sacred first night is full of suspenseful thumping, but ends with satisfaction. After this, even if he managed to marry Lita there would be no night like the one he had with Seira.

"Zafran, why so long, anyway?!" mother's voice snapped again increasingly brought Zafran to the realms of the fact that soon he would part with the owner of the memories.

He quickly stuffed all of Seira's belongings into his suitcase. There is not much that woman has because she very rarely shops. He said the money was to be saved for the future.

Perhaps after this, Zafran had to get used to the absence of his figure. Lita's pregnancy made the man sure to take the decision to divorce his wife.

"ZAFRAN!" Mother's voice was heard again, echoing in the middle room of the house.

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he quickened his pace. Dragging Seira's flower-patterned suitcase hastily.

Mother and Lita smiled, seeing the earnestness of Zafran in making the decision to separate from his wife. In her heart she doubted all these decisions, but Lita was convinced by a letter from the hospital that said she was positive.

"Well, that, dong. So the man must be firm, the wife can not get pregnant like that, really, still maintained. If anyone can love Mother and grandchild mending discarded a wife is not for it," said Mother-in-law with vile.

Sharp true to the tongue, deserve a flower whose pointed tip is sharp again called the tongue-in-law. It turned out to be that sharp even sharper than razor blades.

Zafran slammed himself on the sofa, the struggle that occurred in his mind made Zafran's health condition decrease. His head was throbbing pain, eyes were twitching so that vision blurred.

"Udah, don't think about it anymore. He will also accept the situation and let you live happily with Lita."

The old woman unceasingly reassured the child, and Zafran tried to believe it despite his reluctance. He glanced at Lita who acted like a shy cat. Not much behavior, keep quiet and laugh with Mom.

However, his mischievous flickering eyes meant another, implying his true nature, indeed in the presence of Zafran he never hid himself.

Before long the distinctive roar of the car's sound disturbed their ears, Zafran's heart was pounding incoherently. This moment that he did not want to experience despite waiting for him.

"Well, he's coming. Just now, take her suitcase and love her" Mother ordered heartlessly.

As if time refused, Zafran was reminded of Seira's health condition earlier this afternoon. Mang Udin's voice that sounded panicked and shaky that was ignored, only now did he want to know about his condition.

"But Udin said he was sick, Mom. Maybe not today because Sei definitely needs a break" said Zafran.

Anxious look was clearly imprinted on her face that dregged that afternoon, making Lita snort unhappily with the platonic attitude she showed. He glared, threatening and reminding Zafran of the plan to expel Seira.

"I can't do that, dong. That's a risk he, want him healthy or not anyway you have to throw him out today too. If you don't want to, let me throw it out," said Mother increasingly heartless.

Lita bowed, smiling triumphantly. Pretending to be sad about the situation, in fact he is a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"You just choose, want to stay Seira here and not have children forever or Lita here with your child. You're the one who's reckless, Zafran. It's up, but if you choose Seira here I'll go with Lita and stay with my granddaughter. Nor will I permit you to make nengokin him, now it's up to you. Choose which one," fierce mother who gives heavy choices to her child.

Zafran gamang, increasingly agitated when the sound of the door was heard opening. It's like dealing with fruit. Swallowed bitter, not swallowed bitter taste. Zafran stood up lifting Seira's suitcase, continuing to walk towards the door.

Brak!