The Love of the Past

Accident

IGD Pearl Heart Hospital

Nayra sat pensively facing the IGD room in front of her. He was so anxious and worried waiting for the doctor who treated Zayn to come out of the room.

Shortly after, the doctor opened the door. Nayra hurried to her feet, walking quickly a few steps to get to the doctor.

“Doctor how is he doing?” nayra asked in a panicked and worried tone.

“What are you his wife?”

“Eemm .. no, sa—my friend, Doc.”

“Sorry, I have to speak directly with his family, because the injury is quite serious. Is there any family here?”

Only about two meters away, Dera was watching Nayra. He felt that Nayra and Zayn did have something, he suspected it since the grand opening a few hours ago.

“I'm his wife, Doc!” exclaimed Dera, making Nayra and the doctor beside her look at the same time. Nayra retreated her steps, realizing that she was nobody. Wherever he might be considered, not even the doctor would allow him to know Zayn's situation.

“How's my husband doing, Doc? Can I see it now?” ask Dera.

“Patients are still unconscious. Come, come to my room Madam, I want to convey some important things.” Dera walked behind the doctor, heading to his room,

Dera stared intently at Nayra, as if hinting at a warning not to approach her husband.

Nayra sat down with a lunglai. He walked towards the IGD door. His hand touched the small glass window on the door, revealing Zayn's weakly lying state, wrapped in his head. He kept staring at his beloved ex.

"I'm sorry, I, Zayn. If only I had not been emotional, and left you, you would definitely not have been there. I'm sorry, just sober up. I beg ...."

 

Nayra continued to regret her unmistakable deeds, she continued to blame herself. The warm circles were getting louder, he sobbed. His eyes began to swell as a result of too many tears of sadness.

Moments later, Nayra sat her body in the IGD front waiting chair. He cupped his face into his palm until it closed. Suddenly a man approached her and sat down next to Nayra who was crying. She gently stroked the top of the woman's head to the point of surprise, Nayra looked at her.

"Arkha ... Why is it here?" tanya Nayra turned towards Arkha.

Without warning, Arkha grabbed the woman's body. Nayra widened her eyes. However, Arkha's sudden embrace was able to calm himself even if only a little.

Arkha slowly stroked the woman's back just to make Nayra comfortable in her arms. It could at least help to reduce his current sadness.

Sobs were heard again, Nayra then said softly in Arkha's arms. "It's all my fault. I caused him an accident,” he said as he sobbed.

Arkha was shocked when her husband mentioned Zayn's name. He immediately turned his face to look at Arkha unblinkingly. "You, youknow?"

"I know everything, honey. Mr. Hasan called me and told me."

"Then, how do you know if that was Zayn's accident? Meanwhile, Mr. Hasan also did not know him," asked Nayra probing while wiping the remaining tears on his cheeks that were still wet.

"I saw a CCTV restaurant on my HP, honey. I also saw Zayn chatting with you in the back garden a few minutes before the accident. The picture is very clear showing the face of Zayn, as well as the number of his car that was recorded. So, no matter what you do at home or in a restaurant, I'll know. You also have nothing to fear, I will always be by your side, guarding and protecting you."

"I'm sorry, Ar. But I have nothing to do with him. I just ...." Rani's sentence was cut off when she saw Dera and several nurses walking towards the IGD where Zayn was.

“Arkha, why are they all panicking? What is Zayn ...” Nayra was guessing in her mind. He was so scared that he lost Zayn.

Although the wounds of a few years ago still imprint, but not a little Nayra has a hatred for Zayn. In fact, that man who is still immortal lives his heart greetings until now.

Dera walked in accompanied by three nurses who were heading to the IGD room, where Zayn is currently. The nurses rushed in. Dera was busy wiping her tears.

Before he went to the doctor's office, he looked fine, not even a sad look on his face. So why is she crying now? inner Nayra as she gazed towards Dera who was walking.

Nayra then stood up, she was about to catch up with the nurses, but she abandoned her intentions. He was afraid that Zayn's wife would think differently of him. He was stunned and could only look at Zayn from a distance. A few seconds, a minute, two minutes, the door was never opened again by the nurse. Nayra only wished that she could see Zayn at the moment and confirm his condition.

“You want to see there?” arkha asked in a soft tone, she was so understanding. Even though he knew, there was jealousy surrounding him. However, for the sake of his wife, he was willing to hold her back so that Nayra would not be sad and would not constantly cry over Zayn.

“What can, As? His wife doesn't seem to like me.”

“I'll try to talk to him, briefly, yes?” Arkha stood about to walk, but his hand was grabbed by Nayra and slightly pulled her to avoid moving.

"Arkha, no need. Let's just wait for him to come out. We're also nobody to them, afraid he'll even make a fuss if his wife won't let us."

"Alright, Honey. You are patient, yes ...."

"Yes, Brother."

Inside the IGD room the nurses were preparing to move Zayn to the operating room. Two nurses took care of Zayn, another one held an intravenous fluid.

Dera was stunned to see her husband who was now lying on top of the gurney. His face was very pale, as he recalled the words of the doctor a few minutes ago in the room.

“'Pak Zayn must be operated, ma'am. The wound is quite severe in the head. Hard collisions and broken glass result in injury around the brain, he experienced bleeding around the brain (subarachnoid) or in bleeding inside brain tissue (intracerebral). Swelling of one part of the brain can cause obstruction of blood flow to it, and will cause the death of cells in the brain. If not treated immediately will be fatal,” said the doctor a moment ago.

Dera cried for Zayn, he did not expect the cold and super cute man in front of him was now fighting for his life. Although he had never felt Zayn's affection, he knew him as a good man.