The Love of the Past
The Unexpected News
"Hurt will only waste time, a lot to think about other than lamenting fate." Dera squinted her eyes and smiled wryly, then again said, "I am indeed not as lucky as Nayra, can get all of Zayn's heart. But, even so I am so grateful that he has accepted me in his life, for me it is more than enough."
Dera and Arkha now talk to each other about Nayra and Zayn, until finally, Nayra walked up to Arkha after coming from the toilet. He occupied his seat, exactly in the middle between Arkha and Dera.
This time, Ranja had already begun to neutralize his thoughts, he calmed down a little after washing his face in the toilet earlier.
He took a deep breath and said, "Dera, I'm sorry for what happened to Zayn."
"Not necessary, for what? I do blame you for this disaster, but it is also useless if you continue to discuss this, everything has happened.” Dera answered Nayra's speech expressionlessly.
"If only I hadn't gotten emotional and stayed away from him earlier, maybe Zayn wouldn't have come after me and lost control while driving."
"Do you hate him so much?"
"I'm .. I've never hated him, Allena."
"If you can tell, how's Zayn doing?"
"He had bleeding around the brain, so now he has to have surgery. The doctor also said that although the operation would be successful and Zayn survived, he would certainly have a nervous system disorder. There are some organs that will experience paralysis, or disability, even Zayn could not speak."
Dera explained that without looking at Nayra, she was still heavy and had little dislike for Nayra, but the ego overcame her. His heart felt sorry for the woman, he also slightly regretted his actions that once separated lovers who loved each other.
Nayra was astonished, surprised to hear Dera's explanation, he did not expect that Zayn's condition was that severe. His eyes began to glaze over, but he tried to hide it, his gaze blankly towards the operating door.
Before long, his uncle Zayn came with his driver. His pace grew even faster as his gaze pointed at Dera.
Dera immediately stood up when he noticed the presence of the middle-aged man. Dera hugged him tightly while crying, venting her grief. He already considered Uncle Zayn like his own father.
From a young age, the Zayn family and the Dera family were very close. Moreover, at this time Zayn and Dera are both kara. Only his uncle was currently replacing their parents after death.
"Zayn, is he okay?" ask Irwan.
"He's inside, Uncle." Still in his arms, Irwan stroked Dera's back, then took her to sit down.
"Why could it happen? Where's the accident?"
Dera stared at Nayra as if pointing at her who had to answer Irwan's question.
Irwan looked to the side, not realizing that there were two people sitting next to him. The two wrinkled eyeballs noticed Nayra, as if she was twisting her memory slightly.
Irwan was so surprised when he saw Nayra, even though his appearance changed, but the woman's face was still the same. It's just, now more mature and wearing make-up.
"You ...." Irwan asked Nayra while remembering the name of the woman beside him.
"Yes, Sir. I'm Nayra. Mr Irwan how are you?"
"Ah yes, you are Nayra, I am trying to remember your name. Good news.”
"This is your husband?"
"Yes, sir." Nayra then looked towards Arkha who was busy with her phone." Arkha, know this Mr. Irwan, I used to work with him for a long time."
Arkha shook hands with Irwan to get acquainted.
"O, yeah, why are you guys here? Is anyone sick too?"
"We're waiting for Zayn, sir," Arkha replied quickly. He knew if his wife answered, he would be nervous and confused.
Nayra paused for a moment, took a breath and also thought about arranging the sentence she was going to say, as she felt that it had something to do with Zayn's accident.
“Sorry sir, earlier before the accident, I had a chance to meet with Zayn. The accident happened right behind my car, just a few meters away,” he replied slightly trembling.
“So, you brought Zayn here?”
“Iya, Sir.”
“Thank you, yes.” Nayra just nodded slowly.
“Do I deserve that word of thanks? If Mr Wijaya knows the truth, will he forgive me?” nayra said in her heart.
Until now, Irwan had never known Zayn and Nayra's past relationship. Irwan seemed to want to ask something, but he ignored his intention because the incident was past, it seemed inappropriate to discuss it for now. He actually wondered why Nayra had suddenly disappeared from her restaurant, stopped working without saying goodbye. He is a very smart employee compared to others.
“Dera, have you eaten?” irwan asked while patting the woman on the shoulder next to him.
“It was noon, Uncle. Zayn took me to an event earlier, and we ate there,” replied Dera.
The clock turned as if it was very slow, everyone kept waiting until dusk arrived and changed the night.
The closed door finally opened as well after they had waited for a long time. Two doctors and several nurses came out with tired faces after they finished their duties, operating on Zayn inside.
Dera with a thousand footsteps approached the doctor, asking how the results of her husband's surgery.
“Doctor, how is the operation? Is everything okay?” ask Dera.
“Yes, Mrs Dera. The operation went well. But the patient is still under the influence of anesthetic drugs, and also later we will see its development at any time,” explained the doctor.
“Can I meet him, Doc?”
“Sounds not to be first, Mom. Let the patient rest.”
“Then, when can I meet him, Doc? I really want to see my husband.”
“Propay yes, Mom. After I confirm the condition of the patient.”
“Alright, thank you, Doc.”
Dera sat back in her chair, a little desperate to see her husband. Then after a few minutes, he saw Zayn being taken out of the operating room, he asked the nurse who pushed the gurney.
"Where do I want to take my husband?" ask a nurse.
"Our Mr. Zayn moved to the ICU for more intensive care, ma'am.
***
The clock shows at 21:00, Zayn is unconscious. The doctor again checked his condition, and after that he delivered bad news to Dera, as well as everyone waiting there.
"Sorry, Mrs Dera. I have to deliver bad news, Mr. Zayn is currently in a coma."
"What, coma? How could? When will my husband wake up, Doc." Dera could no longer hold back her tears. Likewise with Nayra who also felt deep sadness. Meanwhile, Irwan continues to try to calm Dera down.
"Dok, can I see it now? Please Doc, I beg you," Dera asked the man wearing the white suit.
"Please, Mom. If you can not long, yes, because it will interfere with the patient's rest," said the doctor.
"Thank you, Doc."
