The Love of the Past

Headstrong

Orchid Resto

Nayra excitedly greeted her employees, she was so happy when she stepped foot into the restaurant. Suddenly someone made Nayra's focus disturbed, he focused his gaze into a corner of the room, a table filled with only one person. The man immediately stood up to Nayra, because that woman he had been waiting for a few hours ago.

"Rara, I want to talk." Zayn is very stubborn, he never gets tired of chasing his lost love. It had even been three hours he had waited at the restaurant, only for Nayra.

 

“Zayn, don't bother me anymore" said Nayra in annoyance.

"I promise, after this, I won't bother you anymore. Just so you gave me a chance to talk for a while."

"All right, we're going to the back garden!" take Nayra without looking at Zayn. Nayra walked in front and was followed by Zayn behind her. Some of his employees just look and continue to mutter in their hearts because the boss is alone with another man, who is the man. “Why does Bu Nayra look restless?”

In the garden behind the restaurant, Nayra and Zayn spread their gaze to the beautiful nature, not looking at each other. But a second later, he was in front of Zayn.

"Rara .. I miss you so much ...." Zayn softly spoke and was only given a blank stare by Nayra. I don't know what he's thinking right now.

"Over the years, I've tried my hardest to forget you, Ra. But the universe wouldn't allow it. For a second you've never been lost in my memory."

“Zayn, I've spared you long ago, and you ... you must also forget me!”

“Rara, listen to me first! I just want to speak a few words, at least give me a decision.”

“What decision? Everything has changed, the universe does not predestine us to be together. So let's go, we bury our past. We open a new sheet with our respective pair.” Nayra incarnated Arkhan with a smile, but the smile was accompanied by her eyeballs that began to glaze over.

“Ra, I love you so much, more than anything in the world. Do you want to live with me and leave your husband for me? I promise you, I will make you happy, I am the only one who loves you so deeply, not your husband. I'll leave Dera this second too if you want. We're starting a new life, yeah!"

"You're crazy! That's not gonna happen."

"Why is it impossible? I know, you never loved her, did you, Ra? You must have teased her for him to marry you, right? Or because he's rich, so you don't want to leave him?" Zayn held onto Nayra's shoulders, unable to control her emotions when Nayra refused.

"Enough!" nayra shouted, her tears escaped hearing Zayn's words. She did not expect the man she kept in her heart to speak harshly to her.

A loud slap landed onto Zayn's cheek, it seemed like the current Zayn was already completely insane, issuing a sentence that made Nayra hurt.

“Jaga your mouth! What do you think I'm a woman, huh? I love my husband, not you, and I am proud to be his wife. Even you are no longer in my memory! I'm sorry, so sorry to have known you! Is this what you say love? Accusing me as a seductress for a treasure? Hmh!" Nayra squealed and left Zayn.

"Rara, wait! I'm sorry!"

Nayra also passed the side yard, he approached Mr. Hasan who always stood by at the security guard post while chatting with his friend there. Nayra's plan to find entertainment in the restaurant failed only because of Zayn's actions.

"Good, Mom."

Mr. Hasan immediately headed to the wheel and drove his car. In the heart of Mr. Hasan asked, “Just until it's back home again, Ms. Nayra why, yes, suddenly cry so?”

Zayn quickly followed Nayra's car, he drove at high speed. Sometimes he honks so Nayra can hear him and stop.

"Mom, it looks like the car behind us is following us."

"Let it go, sir, ignore it!" Nayra looked angry, the pain was again gnawing at her heart. He was very disappointed in Zayn for the second time.

Moments later, a loud bang sounded, like an accident. Mr. Hasan reflexively stopped his car on the side of the road, he then looked into the rearview mirror that bounced the incident behind him.

"What's up, sir?" nayra asked Mr. Hasan.

"Bu .. It looks like the car that followed us was in an accident, hit a big tree." Mr. Hasan looked back to inform the Madam.

"What!" Nayra is shocked, she immediately opens her car door and runs towards the scene where Zayn was in an accident.

“Zayn, Zayn!” nayra shouted as she saw Zayn being pulled out by several people from her car which was emitting smoke.

Not a few people gathered to see and help the accident. Nayra was so worried about the condition of the man who had been her idol. Although he had just given Zayn firmness and slapped him, but his heart said something else, his heart was indeed weak. He can't let Zayn get fucked. He just wished the man was safe and his condition would be fine.

Nayra immediately shouted for Mr. Hasan to help her immediately, taking her to the hospital. Some people helped lift the unconscious Zayn. His head was spitting out fresh blood that poured out at the temple due to such a hard impact.

Nayra covered her mouth with both hands, her tears breaking, escaping flooding her cheeks. He was so shocked, he immediately ran to open the back door and entered first, so he could hold Zayn's head.

In the car, she cries incessantly for Zayn, occasionally stroking Zayn's hair and face lovingly. No matter how his hands were now covered in Zayn's blood, right now in his mind there was only guilt and pity to see that his former lover was weakly helpless. His face looked pale, for a moment he remembered the past with him at that time.

“This face, once a special portrait in my heart and mind, this hand also once grasped and strengthened me when I fell, and this body. But all are just memories. Understand, Zayn. Your name is still stored in the depths of my heart, a feeling that this is absolutely haram for us to have. There is no more hope, which I want .. I know enough that you can live happily with your wife, as well as with me.” Nayra's heart continued to speak.

His issues made him even more claustrophobic, his net unblinking looking at Zayn who was closed in his lap.

“Zayn, awake! I'm here, with you. Please don't scare me.” Zayn kept dropping warm circles from his eyes.

“Sorry Mom, which hospital are we in?” asked Mr. Hasan who had been concentrating on driving his car.

“As far as sir, whichever is nearest,” replied Nayra, the focus is still on Zayn. The other hand held Zayn's hand tightly.