(Not) Old Friday

Picked you back

She hugged Reka, then rubbed her face. Kiss her cheeks and say goodbye.

"Azkia, don't go..."

She smiled sweetly while waving her hand. "May you always be happy with the person who loves you. From now on you must completely forget me."

"Azkiah! Azkiah!"

He woke up from his sleep and sat down. He wiped his face and then took a deep breath. He was pensive for a while remembering the dream. He knew it was time to forget Azkia.

The designer now turned his head to his right side, there was no Nayla beside him.

"Nayla where? It's still dawn." Get out of bed and see her in the bathroom. "Nai..." But Nayla wasn't there. Then he came out of the room and looked for her in the kitchen, still there was no Nayla. He looked into the living room and the other corners of the house but still nothing.

Finally, Rik went back to his room. He sat on the edge of the bed thinking about Nayla.

"Nay, where are you?" Reka picks up her phone intending to contact Nayla, but she accidentally touches a piece of paper. He took the paper and read it.

Mas Reka, sorry if I have to go. Honestly, I want to keep this marriage because I'm in love with Mas Reka. But I know, Mas Reka still loves Azkia and thinks of me only as a substitute. Even in bedpun Mas Reka still mentioned his name.

Thank you for giving me so much. I say goodbye, also say my greetings to Father and Mother...

The design took a long breath. He turned back to himself while holding the paper. He closed his eyes trying to absorb all his feelings. Is it true that Nayla said, she still loves Azkia?

All of Nayla's shadows flashed through her mind, starting from the first time she met and all that had happened after they got married. "Nay, you're the special woman in my life. I'm not letting you go!"

She got out of her sleep and went to the bathroom to wash herself. After getting dressed and combing her hair, she came out of the room with her car keys and her cell phone.

"Where are you going?" asked Luna who had just come out of her room and passed Reka who was walking towards the dining room.

"You go to Nayla's house" replied Reka.

That obviously made Luna confused. "To Nayla's house? Loh, Nayla's coming home?"

"Yes, last night Nayla left. Looks like he's coming home." The designer took the water and drank it to just wet his throat.

"You fought over yesterday's problems?"

The design shakes a little. "Nayla just thought that I thought she was Azkia and I didn't love her."

Luna patted Reka's shoulder giving her support. "Yes, if you really love him you go after him. But you have breakfast first, you'll relapse."

Reka shook her head. "Mother, I'm not a child anymore. I'm going to Nayla's house now. I don't want to buy any more time." The designer stepped his foot out of the house.

He looked at the sky which was starting to show its bright light. "Nayla, I'll take you back with me."

...***...

When she got home, she slept while hugging her mother. Until the morning, he still did not tell his mother anything.

"Nay, actually you have a problem with your husband? You finish it well. Don't play hazy like this is not good." Bu Lela rubbed Nayla's hair giving her comfort.

"Mom, actually Mas Reka married me because my face is similar to his future wife who died." Nayla finally started telling stories.

Although surprised, but Bu Lela let her daughter tell her story until it was over.

"And maybe until now Mas Reka still loves Azkia. Mas Reka could not forget Azkia, even while sleeping alone Mas Reka still called the name Azkia." Nayla was crying again. The jealousy this time was too much. Yes, she might be jealous of someone who's gone.

"Nay, you've felt what it's like to be left behind by someone you love, and surely we can't just forget that."

Nayla nodded her head slowly. He knew what it was like to be left by his father for all eternity and it felt so heavy. His father's love will remain tucked away in his heart.

"You should be able to allow a little space in Reka's heart to always remember Azkia. I know, you love Reka so much that you feel jealous like this. But something excessive is not good. Forgetting someone who's gone is harder, unlike you who easily forget Dito." Miss Lela pinched Nayla's nose intending to tease her. He really understands the nature of his daughter, if he already loves someone he will surely love with all his heart.

"Ih, Mother. I am ordinary. I just want to know if Mas Reka really loves me or not" said Nayla.

"You see. The plan must be here soon to pick you up." Ms. Lela took off her embrace and then she got out of bed. "Mom will cook first, if you want to rest it's okay."

But Nayla followed her mother into the kitchen. "Later if Mas Reka comes here do not open the door first" said Nayla who followed her mother.

"Why? Poor dong."

"I want to see the struggle of Mas Reka first." She wants Rita to really prove her love.

Sure enough, a few moments later there was the sound of knocking on the door and greetings from Reka.

"Nay, Reka's coming to pick you up" said Ms. Lela. "Bukain gih, tell him to come in."

"Let it go, Mom. I really want to know Mas Designa loves me or not." Nayla walked towards the door. He peeked at Reka who was still standing by the door.

"Nay, open the door. I know you're inside. I want to talk to you." He knocked on the door a few times. "I'll wait here until you meet me." She leaned herself against the closed door.

The sun had crept up and felt increasingly hot. Until the day before noon, Nayla did not want to open the door for Reka.

"Nay," calls Reka getting quieter. She eventually switched to sitting on a small chair by the window while holding her stomach. "It's only 10 o'clock why my stomach has relapsed like this."

While inside, Nayla kept peeking at Reka repeatedly.

"Geez, Nayla, open the door pity Reka's waiting for you from earlier in the front." tell Bu Lela to her slightly stubborn daughter.

Nayla finally opened the door. Their eyes were held for a while..