The Love of the Past

My Past

"need to? Same who?" dera asked as she removed her hand link from Zayn's arm.

Without answering Dera's question, Zayn quickly stepped towards Arkha and Nayra's car.

 

"Excuse me, sorry. Mr Arkha, may I speak to Rara for a moment?"

"Rara?"

"Ah, I mean Nayra. I have something to tell him."

"Sir Zayn knows my wife? What's the connection?" 

Nayra squinted at Zayn before Zayn answered Arkha's question. He was indeed a shameless man, really reckless and did not care about the status of Nayra as a wife of people.

"Arkha, we'd better go. I have nothing to do with this guy."

"really? If there is, finish it first, I'll wait here."

"No. Come on, let's go!" bring Nayra. He got into his car regardless of Zayn.

Rama finally said goodbye to Zayn, not forgetting they also exchanged business cards.

In the car, Ranja was silent, his gaze blankly pointing at the car window. Nayra's daydreams stirred Arkha's mind to ask, "Honey, why daydream? Actually, who is he? Since when do you know him?"

Nayra just looked at Arkha, her eyes were soft, she didn't know what to say to her husband. Again, the eyeballs let out warm water droplets that drenched his cheeks.

Arkha was suspicious, felt something strange with his wife, because since the event was only silent, not as cheerful and not as eager at home when choosing his dress.

“What do you think, Honey?”

“Ah, I didn't think of anything kok,” replied Nayra kinked.

"Wear! I'll hear it."

Nayra was silent, but her eyes could not lie if she was thinking about something. Even the eyeballs were now staring at Zayn unintentionally. Arkha who noticed it started to ask. “Do you know him?”

“Who?”

 

“Lelaki there, you know him?”

Nayra was a little confused as to how to answer him, on the other hand she wanted to be honest, but she also did not want to make Arkha think about her past which she was even starting to forget.

“Dia ..”

“Write it, I'll hear it.”

Nayra finally chooses to honestly say everything about her past with Zayn.

Arkha is a very mature man, even he really appreciates whatever his wife does as long as it is not a negative thing. She was always there when Nayra was down, when she was hard, but she also wondered why she could not fully love Rama. Nayra thinks Arkha is an older brother who always protects her.

"Then, is there an unfinished problem? Until he chases you."

Nayra was silent, she just shook her head slowly. Arkha tried to calm him down, embracing and stroking his shoulders. Rama was rarely jealous of his wife. He was so trusting of Nayra that his wife could not cheat on him. During this time, Nayra also acted as a good wife to the husband.

"Did he hurt you? Babe ... listen! Whatever your problem is with that guy, it's best to solve it or you make up. Not to hold such deep hatred in your heart. Believe me, it'll only hurt you."

"But As, he's evil. He lied to me for two years."

 

Rama hugged Nayra more tightly in the car, sobbing Nayra made him feel sorry. Sometimes he gently dyed the hair of Nayra. He seemed to be rolling back memories five years ago with Zayn. A sense of tightness burst into his chest.

The black car enters the fence of a huge white house, Arkha opens the car door for Nayra. Rama's hands curled around his wife's waist while entering the palace of their house. How lucky Nayra was to be married to a successful rich man, who had a company in advertising.

Arkha is often invited to various television shows because he is a humble and generous figure, even he does not hesitate to grate the advertisements of a novice entrepreneur who is just pioneering.

Nayra and Arkha headed for their room. The woman rushed to the bathroom, changed her dress with casual clothes, she also removed the make-up attached to her father's face.

While Arkha, he took off his suit and sat on the edge of the bed. He was supposed to go straight to the office after his driver drove Nayra home. However, he changes his mind when he sees Nayra grieving, he reluctantly leaves her.

Arkha reached into his pocket, taking out the small paper that Zayn had given him during the parking lot.  Written by the name of Alzayn Dirgantara there, he continued to stare at the small blue white card.

“What mistakes have you made, until Nayra hates you so much, he murmured inwardly. Arkha was actually so curious, but he did not want to put too much pressure on Nayra to tell a story at this time.

As soon as Nayra came out of the bathroom, Rama saw his beautiful wife. He told her to sit next to him.

"Here, Honey!" Arkha patted the edge of the bed he was sitting on.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you yet."

"It's okay. I'll wait until you tell me, but I don't want that guy to overload your mind. Look at me when I am with you. No one else, all right, honey?" arkha said with a smile, he rubbed the head of his wife. His fingers also always played Nayra's hair, occasionally he slipped hair behind the ears that blocked his wife's pretty face. Nayra also returned a sincere smile from her husband.

"Ehm, are you not going to the office?"

"Should be at the office, honey. But I see you're sad, don't have the heart to leave."

"Geez, I'm fine, I've already left!"

"Sure, is it okay if I stay?"

 

"Yes, yeah,. Pity later if someone is looking for you, in the office there must be a lot to complete, right?"

"Yes, that's it. I'll go first, yeah. Take good care of yourself. If you want to go out or to the restaurant, it will be the same Mr. Hasan, baby. Don't drive yourself. I'll take the other car."

"Yes, ready, Boss!" Nayra smiled, Arkha's attention gushed every day.

Arkha is a very caring husband and loves Nayra very much. However, it was not enough to make Nayra fall in love with her husband. Zayn's name was too deeply attached to his heart, a sense it was so deeply tucked away neatly in the recesses.

Arkha shuffled up from the edge of the bed, followed by Nayra who swiftly picked up a suit for her husband. Nayra then helped to attach the suit to her husband's body. They walked down the stairs, arriving at the door. Arkha said goodbye to his wife, not forgetting, Nayra kissed the back of Arkha's hand. Nayra's treatment as a wife was perfect in Arkha's eyes. The more days, Arkha loved her more and more.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sun was hiding behind dark clouds, it looked like it was going to rain. Nayra felt lonely, alone in the room doing nothing, very boring.

 

He then changed his clothes again, wearing a casual suit, with a black outer covering his curves.