The Love of the Past

I Still Love You

 Currently, Dera is wearing a sexy red dress that shows her chest. The fabric is not at all wrapped perfectly because the length is only limited to the beak of the thigh.

His smile was made as sweet as possible, he approached Zayn. Irwan soon left them, and Dera pushed Zayn slowly into the room with her hand on the man's chest.

“Ngapain you here, huh!” snapped Zayn on Dera. He walked backwards avoiding the woman.

Dera accidentally came at night, where the restaurant was closed and there was no one else, except the guard guard, Zayn, and his uncle.

“I want to Arisan, but my debit balance is empty Dear,” he replied while continuing to wrestle spoiled tempting Zayn. But he immediately moved away from Dera. No matter how much Dera seduced her husband, Zayn would not be easily tempted and would not fall into his arms. To her, Dera is a disgusting woman, courting herself for a wild man out there.

“Didn't I transfer two days ago? Where'd you get the money?”

 

“Kan, make buy milk Kania, Dear ..”

“Omong empty! Get out of my room!”

However, Zayn remains responsible for all of Dera's living and needs as well as his son's, even though he doesn't like it.

“I won't leave before you transfer the money,”

 

Without saying much, Zayn immediately transferred to Dera's account. He looked at the woman and said his heart greetings. “Wait until I prove that Kania is not my son, I will divorce you!”

While playing his phone, he approached Dera and said, “Oke, already logged in. Then I'll go first, baby!” Dera smiled flirtatiously. He walked out of Zayn's room.

“Aargghhhh .. dammit! Until when my problem will be finished!” Zayn hit the wall next to him. He vented his frustration on the innocent wall. Fortunately the wall was lifeless, if alive it would have cried out for help.

Not really, time goes by so fast. Five years passed. A woman stared around the restaurant she had built so hard over the past few years. It looks so much better than before, its visitors are getting crowded. All his efforts will not run smoothly if there is no role of the husband in it who is always loyal to help him.

“See what, Darling?” ask a man from behind Nayra.

“Ah, this .. I was watching the visitors who were crowded, I was very happy, finally my dream was achieved. This is all thanks to your help.”

“I'll do anything for you, sweetheart. I will keep you happy,” she said as she wrapped her hands around Nayra's waist.

 

“Thank you for all your efforts during this time,” Nayra said with a blank look.

“Sayang ... You love me, right?”

“Hem .. Yes.” Nayra nodded softly, there was a hint of doubt in her heart, but the husband beside her smiled happily despite only getting a nodding reaction from the wife.

The man kissed Nayra on the forehead. “Then, we leave now?”

“Yuk!” Nayra and her husband walked out of their restaurant, to a car that had been prepared by the driver.

“Honey, I'll be in a minute, my HP misses.”

 

“Alright, I wait in the car, yes,” Nayra said to her husband who walked quickly inside the restaurant to pick up his phone.

Looks like a man with a neat appearance, wearing a navy suit out of his car. The tall man hurriedly approached Nayra who was about to enter her car.

“Rara!” her screams stirred Nayra's heart.

“Rara ...? That voice ... she was the only one who called me ‘Rara’,” Inner Rara as she heard a familiar voice squealing her ears.

The loud voice instantly made Nayra immediately look back quickly.

“Rara .. Where have you been all this time! I'm looking for you.” The man who had the thin sideburn is now only less than a meter away with Nayra. The man almost got out of control and hugged Nayra.

Nayra was fixated, not a single word managed to come out of her mouth, her throat was stuck, her lips as if she was unable to speak. His heart thumped along with his trembling body. Also, his eyes, at this moment could not lie, that he missed the man in front of him so much. Zayn, yes, he was the one standing in front of her at the moment.

“Ehm .. sorry, I have to go,” told Rara to the man who greeted her a few seconds ago, she tried to dodge.

“Rara ... Just for a moment, I want to talk to you, don't you miss me? Where have you been all this time? Where do you live now?” Zayn rained a few questions on Nayra, but none of them were answered by the woman. His lips refused to say a sentence that he failed to string.

“You .. you've changed now. Hem ... You eat here too?” ask Zayn. His eyes did not blink to see Nayra.

“No, I ... this restaurant ...”

Not finished Nayra said her nervous sentence, Zayn again said something. “I really didn't expect that we could meet here. It seems, God allowed us to unite again, Ra,” Zayn smiled, trying to grab Nayra's hand. He considers that all jni is destiny that will reunite them.

“Sorry, I have to go now, There is an important thing I have to work on!” nayra said, her eyes began to glaze over.

“Rara, please .. I love you, I still love you so much,” Zayn said with a sad face. “Cute me!” Zayn pulls Nayra's hand and takes her to his car.

“Release! Or I'll scream.”

 

“Sorry, sorry. I just want you to hear me.”

“Already, our relationship is really over. Our old story has become the past, we should bury it deeply.”

“Can't Ra, I ..” Zayn tried to explain that he could not forget Nayra until this very second.

“I have to go.” Rara enters her car together with a cry from Zayn who keeps calling her name. The car that Ranja was riding in was walking slowly leaving the restaurant.

In the car, Nayra daydreamed. He was as fond as Zayn's face, imagined their dark story a few years ago. Nayra turned the memory, where she was in a difficult time trying to forget Zayn.

“Why meet again after five years, when I did not expect to see you in the least. I have trouble forgetting you, why I am present in my life again .. I am away from you, I am married too, but why does my heart hurt when I see you. That feeling is still hidden until now, Zayn. However, all is impossible, we are not destined to be together.”

"Mr ...." Whether he did not hear it, or indeed his mind could no longer focus, he did not respond to the call of his driver.

"Mr Nayra ...." The driver once again called out to Nayra and raised the voice slightly.

"Eh, yes, sir. What's up?"

"I'm sorry, didn't you come?"

"Come? Where to?" Nayra thought for a moment, and then patted her head after waking up. "Good, Sir! Turn sir, spiel!"

"Duh ... Why miss it!" objurgation.