The Love of the Past

Sweet Memories

In the waiting room, a couple talking. "Nayra, I just want you to behave like a friend to Zayn. I know, even though you have memories of the past, I hope you don't rule me out as a husband, yes."

"Arkha, I'm sorry. I shouldn't go overboard like this, I just feel sorry for him."

 

"I understand, Honey. I don't care if you want to see him either. I believe you know where to go home."

"Thank you, Ar. But, if you don't like me here, I can go home right now."

"I'll be with you. Don't worry."

The sound of shoes was getting closer, the door that had been closed was now open, showing Zayn on top of a gurney pushed by several nurses. Nayra walked behind her while staring at her husband.

They looked hurried, making Nayra ask in her heart. What really happened to Zayn? Where is he going to be taken?

“Nayra, we'd better follow him behind. Later I will talk to the woman,” Arkha's word, he took Nayra's hand.

Nayra was only fixated, Arkha's words made her obey. His sight was empty seeing Zayn getting lost from his sight, on the other hand he was eager to meet the man, accompanying him even though he was unconscious.

However, on the other hand, she appreciates her husband, even though Arkha has allowed it, but she also realizes what she is doing is wrong. Thinking of another man, even in his heart there was his name as well. At least, Arkha has high humanity, so he set aside his ego to not be jealous of his wife and Zayn.

From a distance, Arkha and Nayra followed where Zayn was being carried. Shortly, after passing the length of the corridor and riding the elevator. Finally they arrived, Zayn was brought into a room that read ‘Operation Room’.

Nayra could not help but cry, her tears again escaping in front of her husband. He cannot speak. Arkha invites her to sit in a waiting chair and calms Nayra down. Dera was aware of their presence, her wet eyes leading to the couple.

“You who? Why follow up here?” tanya Dera approached, while Nayra was still in Arkha's grip. Arkha stood up. Nayra simply bowed and wiped away her tears.

“Before I apologize for following you guys. I just want to know the state of Zayn only.” Zayn reached out to shake his hand.

“You were the one that was at the grand opening event, right?” asked Dera with a flat face, compared to Nayra, she was more rigid and strong because she was actually a weak and strong woman. He rarely even cries.

“Ya, right. Introduce, I am Arkha, and this is my wife, Nayra.”

“Not Rara?” Dera questioned his question. His eyes showed that he did not like the woman.

“Ya, it's me.” Nayra stood up, she then extended her hand. However, Dera instantly averted her gaze and ignored Nayra's helping hand.

“What did you do to my husband, ha?” Dera raised her voice a little.

“I .. I didn't do anything to him. Why are you accusing me?”

“Dera, wasn't this an accident? I saw there was also a police officer investigating your husband's accident. So, you better not accuse anyone carelessly." Arkha tried to mediate between the two women.

“I'm not accusing, I think even fools know that you caused my husband an accident! From the beginning I saw you, I was suspicious, you drove my husband, you cried. Look, your shirt is full of blood!” Dera smirked, he did not care where he was now venting his emotions. Sad, worried and angry now he felt.

“I'm not wrong, it's not me who caused Zayn an accident ..” Nayra sobbing.

Dera just stared intently at Nayra without saying another sentence, she seemed so emotionally restrained. His breath was hunting, he sat down and massaged his forehead while taking a deep breath.

Shortly after, Mr. Hasan came to see Nayra and Arkha carrying a paper bag.

“Darling, it was Mr. Hasan coming, you should change clothes first. Can I take you to the toilet?”

 

“Thank you, no need.” Nayra was only inward, her husband was indeed amazing, even she noticed Nayra's clothes were covered in blood. He also does not know when Arkha contacted his driver to bring clothes.

Nayra walked towards the toilet, only Dera and Arkha were in that seat. Mr. Hasan came back out after his duty was done, dropping off Nayra's clothes on Arkha's orders.

“Dera, I'm sorry about what happened to Zayn. I hope you can be patient and we should pray, hopefully the operation goes smoothly.”

 

"You don't know how I feel, what my life is without Zayn. I am a wife who depends on her husband, seeing that he is now helpless, what should I do? My daughter will also be very sad, she is so close to her Papa" Dera said, her voice soft, she hid her tears, looking down without looking at Arkha.

"I know it's not right, but I have to tell it. Nayra, my wife, she has a past with Zayn that may not have been resolved, so far, I can see the look in both eyes hinting at love. I'm just trying to be fair, and Nayra knows the limitations of a wife, so you don't have to be afraid that my wife will take your husband. That will not be possible" Arkha said.

 

Dera immediately turned his head and looked at Arkha in surprise at his words, but his lips were twisted. He doesn't know what to say. His mind is in a state of confusion at this moment. He could only fall silent and listen to all the words that came out of Arkha's mouth.

“Dera, are you okay?” asked Arkha who was watching the woman. Ever since he spoke, there was no answer from him a word. Arkha just fell silent, crying and looking down.

"Yes, I'm fine," replied Dera, she began to raise her head, looked towards Arkha and continued her sentence. "You know, Zayn is a very nice guy. He wanted to marry me just because of an arranged marriage, and he was reluctant to divorce me, because he felt sorry for me, when he used to have Nayra. I don't know myself." Dera smiled wryly, lamenting his regret,

"You mean?"

"Yes, for the five years I lived with her, I know, she only loved one name - your wife. Not me."

"You know where it came from? Did Zayn tell you everything?"

"No, he's a bad guy. She never told me anything about Nayra, but I used to check her phone secretly because I was curious. I found Nayra's old message never deleted, and worse, every day she always sent a message to her dormant number as if she was pouring out her heart to Nayra."

"really?"

"Yes, of course it's true. Why would I lie."

"Aren't you hurt?" ask Arkha.