The Love of the Past

Guilt

"I'm just a stupid woman you can play with! I could love a guy like you!" nayra with her high voice. “Everything is done, stay away from me. Live with your family! Thank you.”

Nayra stood up with all her might, supporting her already limp body. However, he was unable to maintain his balance.

Zayn swiftly grabbed Nayra's body which was almost unsteady to the back. He hugged her tightly, but the woman immediately took it off violently. Nayra left Zayn with a heart-wrenching sob.

"I'm sorry" said Zayn, looking at Nayra's departure. He was fixated on his spot, lamenting his cruelty for hurting the heart of the woman he loved.

Nayra moved her feet in a hurry. Realizing that, Zayn immediately followed by running, chasing him towards the road. However, it is too late, Nayra has boarded a taxi that she had stopped.

Arriving at the boarding house, Nayra pondered and lamented the incident a few minutes ago. It was like a nightmare, hard to believe. Nayra sat on the edge of the bed, occasionally wiping the warm circles that kept escaping from her eyes. 

“After this, I promised myself. I'm going to disappear from your life, Zayn. I won't see you again for even a second. All the kindness and sincerity that you gave, now closed already with one big mistake that you made. Are you now satisfied after saying everything to me?”

 

Nayra continued to monologue as she looked at the photo of Zayn lying on her dresser. He occasionally rubbed the rough tears that had been flowing since.

"Zayn, I'm so grateful for these two years. You've flown me so high that I forgot to look down, never once did I find fault in you. You're a good man, a man who always fills my day. But now you're making the biggest mistake. Until anytime, maybe you will be stored in the niche even though I can not have you.”

Nayra was indeed disappointed with her lover, very disappointed. However, he could not hate it too much. After all, love is greater than hate.

The sound of knocking on the door blew his daydream. The clock shows the number nine nights. Nayra walked slowly towards the door and opened it straight away. He saw a man standing there.

Nayra hurriedly closed the door rudely when she saw Zayn standing in the doorway. His sense of disappointment was now getting thickened, even to see that face even once, he was reluctant. His pain really made him not want to see Zayn again.

“Rara, open the door first. I'd like to talk to you for a minute, please give me a chance to incarnateArkhan.” Zayn knocked again on Nayra's bedroom door. 

The man can freely enter the boarding house because it actually belongs to his uncle, as a place to live for employees who work in his restaurant.

“Go!” nayra's voice cried out from within to drive Zayn away. In the end, the man chose to leave and tomorrow he will come back to see Nayra.

Alzayn Dirgantara, a mature brown-skinned man, tall in stature, has a neat haircut, as well as his pointed nose, further making the man look perfect. Twenty-five years old, one year apart from Nayra. He's someone who is so considerate, gentle he said and polite his behavior.

Zayn worked at his uncle's Lovas Resto as a manager, as did Nayra. The woman has also worked at the restaurant since graduating High School as a waiters. The two get closer because they are attracted to each other, until finally they establish a relationship as a couple. 

For almost two years there was never a big problem between the two. It's just that their relationship no one knows. No one is suspicious of their relationship. In fact, all in the restaurant were also no workers who knew if Zayn was married, except his uncle.

“Mother, tomorrow Nayra will go home,” said Nayra there is her mother by phone.

“Why, Son? What happened?”

“Nayra tired, Mom. Nayra wants a break.”

“Not necessary, Mom. Nayra can be alone, kok.”

“Be careful, Son. Take good care of yourself.”

“Iya, Mom. Nayra turned off her phone and tried to close her eyes. Rest the broken heart.

Dawn began to shine its light on the eastern horizon, giving its radiance with warmth. This morning, Nayra was preparing to return home. There maybe he will be calmer if he lives with his mother. He also wants to avoid Zayn and does not want to continue working at the restaurant will be more often met with his ex-lover.

Nayra had finished packing her things. He then ordered an online taxi to the terminal. The woman is willing to leave everything, work, friends, and her beloved ex. All the memories he would keep in his heart. Going away was the most appropriate decision for him.

When the ojek he was riding had reached the front of the terminal, Nayra continued walking to cross. Suddenly, he heard a loud scream calling his name. 

"Nayra, wait!" zayn shouted while waving his hands as soon as he saw Nayra. 

Hearing the voice, Nayra did not even look at him at all. He concentrated on looking left and right, making sure there were no passing vehicles.

As Zayn approached, he immediately blocked Nayra's hand. Preventing that woman from leaving. "Nayra, stay here. Don't go!" 

"That's it, Zayn!"

“Ra, where are you going. Please, I apologize to me,” said Zayn continues to persuade Nayra.

“Already. Let me go, there's no point also if I keep here.” With a tight feeling in her chest, Nayra held back her tears from falling down.

 

Nayra gave Arkhan Zayn's hand. He immediately walked quickly without looking again left right because he wanted to immediately avoid Zayn.

"Rara, lookout!" 

Without Nayra noticing, the car from the right direction drove at a fast speed, he did not even have time to avoid the car. The sound of the car brake is heard in the ears of everyone who passes the road. But fateful, how the car stopped, but still lost control and immediately hit Nayra. Nayra's bag was thrown, as was her who had bounced a few meters from the car that hit her.

Nayra lay unconscious, while Zayn, who saw the accident, quickly ran towards Nayra. Blood flowed so heavily from the woman's head. The man clutched Nayra's body tightly in his lap. Her tears just drip. His hand gently stroked the woman's cheek. “Rara, wake up Darling!”

After a while, an ambulance came to pick up Nayra. Zayn went with him. He kept holding her hand tightly.

“Ra, I'm sorry. If only I hadn't seen you earlier, maybe you'd be fine. Everything is my fault.” Zayn said softly, occasionally rubbing gently on Nayra's forehead.

Now, Zayn is waiting for Nayra who is being handled in the IGD room, while trying to contact Nayra's mother who is in the village. He told me his son had an accident.