The Love of the Past
The Change
Without her knowing, she left without her husband, they should have left together for a meeting with several entrepreneurs at a famous hotel.
Arkha exited the restaurant while circulating his gaze to every corner of the courtyard, looking for the whereabouts of his car. Nihil, a car that was parked neatly in front of the restaurant yard, now there is no trace of him at all. He breathed out in confusion.
He accidentally meets Zayn who is still standing since Nayra left the place.
“Where is the car .. didn't Nayra say she was waiting in the car? It should be here.” Arkha muttered softly.
“Sorry, are you from earlier here?” arkha asked Zayn who was answered nodding at her.
Zayn then asked, “What's wrong?”
“Do you see the white car parked here?”
“White car? What was that car Rara was riding in, huh? Who her? What's the connection with Rara?” inner Zayn was curious.
“Ah yes, it looks like I saw him out a few minutes ago," replied Zayn a little indifferently.
“Really, thank you for the information.”
Arkha immediately pulled out his phone, he then contacted Ranja, while Zayn said goodbye to enter the restaurant.
“I'm sorry to enter first,” said Zayn to Arkha.
"Yes, please!"
The purpose of Zayn coming to the restaurant owned by Nayra is to meet his colleagues. Unexpectedly, he even met his unconscious who he had been looking for five years. Yes, the owner of the heart was finally back in front of him, although he did not get much information about it.
On the other hand, Arkha tried to call Nayra. The third time he made the call, but still not appointed by his wife.
A few minutes later, the white car came to pick up Arkha, dashing Arkha standing with his waist ruffled.
Right in front of him, the car stopped. Arkha then opened the car door. With a deliberately irritated breath, he looked towards Nayra. Ready to rain down questions that might be very detailed on the woman.
“Hopefully, Arkha did not ask anything. I have to answer what ...”
“Honey, where were you? Shouldn't you wait in the car?" ask Arkha curiously.
“Ah, that ... earlier I just wanted to go around for a while.”
“Oh .. I guess where. And why wasn't my phone picked up?” ask Arkha.
“Really? Last phone?” Nayra asked back while checking her phone in the bag.
“Ah yes, it turns out I am silent, sorry ..” continued Nayra.
“Street, Sir!”
“Good, Mr.”
Since becoming a married couple, Nayra is a woman who is greatly admired by her husband. Arkha loved him very much, although he did not know how Nayra kept Zayn's name neatly in his heart.
Since the deal went ahead and obeying the covenant letter, Nayra has never denied her duties as a wife. Although Arkha's intention was only to deceive his mother, over time the man actually put his heart on Nayra.
Nayra lived her days like a wife, although at the beginning she refused to have sex, but the last two years, she finally resigned to her destiny. To him, expecting Zayn was an impossibility. There was no way he would continue to wish on a single name that already had a wife in his life.
Nayra the figure of the talented girl made him even more interested. His expertise in cooking was already evident when he took the course after his leg was healed. He pursued his skills, making cooking his hobby.
Someone who is now her husband, began to support the ideals of Nayra who wanted to open a restaurant. Arkha happily helped her to establish it after they got married.
Meanwhile, in a mansion, a woman had just come out of the kitchen carrying food.
“Finally done too, now is the time to put Kania.” to sleep Dera took her breath while smiling in relief.
At night at 20:00, at the dinner table there are various kinds of Zayn's favorite food. Dera with his research checked one by one the food he cooked. Not to forget, she prepared her husband's favorite drink.
Meanwhile, in the kitchen, the housekeeper was busy washing Dera's former cookware.
“Bi .. please clean the kitchen, yes. But, don't be noisy. I want to put Kania to bed first,” her message to the housekeeper.
“Good, Mom,” says Bu Siti while packing cookware.
After he made sure all his food was neatly arranged, he immediately went upstairs to put his only Kania—putri puppet that he now loved so much. For her, Kania is a gift, since she grew up to be a cute and smart child, Dera turned into a full-fledged mother. He focused on his little family.
Half an hour later, the sound of a car came from the yard. Zayn came home, he entered the whitewashed mansion. Slowly he began to climb the stairs one by one to his room and continued to clean himself, undergoing a ritual bath. Eliminate fatigue after a day of being beaten with exhausting work.
A few minutes later, Zayn came out of the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He immediately grabbed his clothes. White t-shirt, also shorts make his appearance look relaxed. It was she who always prepared her husband's clothes on the edge of the bed.
“Have a shower, Honey?” asked Dera who was sitting in front of the dressing table.
“Already,” replied Zayn briefly.
“Yuk, we go down, I cook your favorite food!” Dera stood up and walked over to Zayn.
“Kania is asleep?” ask Zayn.
“Already, Darling. That's why I just dared to get out of his room.”
“You've eaten?”
“I haven't eaten, I'm waiting for you,” said Dera while writhing spoiled on the man's arm.
Zayn and Dera went down the stairs to the dining table. They enjoyed their dinner without a sound.
“Where is the restaurant today, Darling?” You seem to be tired." Dera broke the silence, Zayn was a lot silent, he was not much of a stale base if there was nothing to talk about with Dera.
"Tomorrow afternoon we can invite to attend the grand opening of my friend's cafe near the lake" Zayn said flatly as he fed a spoonful of food to his mouth.
"You mean .. us? You're taking me?"
"Hem ..." replied Zayn while nodding.
"really? Honey, I'm so cute. This is the first time you've wanted to take me to meet your friends, I didn't hear wrong, did I?"
"Tomorrow at twelve noon, I'll pick you up. Don't be late."
"Just calm down, honey. I will prepare myself as beautifully as possible. Thank you, yeah."
With a crunchy face, Dera chewed her food, her lips incessantly reviewing a thin smile so happy.
“Finally, Zayn wants to introduce me to his friend, at least there is still a chance to continue to approach him. Love ... back business, the most important thing is that she wants to introduce me to her friends as a wife. That's enough for me, "inner Dera.
