The Love of the Past

Baby, Wakeup!

The doctor left the waiting room and headed to his room, while Dera stared at the ICU door in front of him.

One by one Dera's footsteps entered the cold room, her steps as heavy as if unable to see the face of her husband lying weakly there.

He sat down in the chair next to the gurney, the warm circle began to escape. He stared at Zayn's face, many tools attached to his body. Dera clasped Zayn's hand tightly, kissing the back of his hand gently.

"Darling, awake! I will obey all your wishes, do not torture me like this. I really can't afford to see you suffer" he muttered as he looked at Zayn's eyelids, hoping for a response and movement there.

Dera again felt guilty, he regretted his actions because Zayn wanted to marry him. She thought her husband had never felt happiness while living with her.

“If only I could replace your pain, I'd be happier, Zayn. Even I am ready to die rather than have to see you suffer like this.”

“I realized, I never had anything for you. What can I be proud of? What can I expect, if I never have something you demand of me. You know I'm like what you see now. Then, how is it possible, you want all of that from me? God has given me what is best, maybe not for you. I'm just a lowly woman, I don't even have any hope of achieving a love, a love from you. It's impossible for me. Thank you, for loving me without love.”

Nayra was pensive, her gaze straight at the door that Dera had just entered. He was also very hopeful that he could go in there so he could meet Zayn for even a second.

Arkha, who was sitting next to Nayra, only played his phone, replying to every message that came from his subordinates or from his coworkers. He looks bored and looks riled up, occasionally paying attention to Nayra's face.

“Honey, you don't want to go home?” ask Arkha.

“Actually I would love to visit Zayn first, As,” he said in a clear tone.

“Try later ask the same Dera yes, can not look Zayn.”

“Emm.” Nayra nodded in agreement.

Moments later, Dera came out of the ICU room with a face that looked wet, her eyes reddened from crying too much. This time he could not hide his sadness. The woman then sat down next to Nayra.

“Dera, can I look at Zayn? I want to see her for a moment" asked Nayra, filled with doubt.

"You better go home to Nayra, Zayn can't be bothered. He's resting, pity. You better be here tomorrow."

"All right then."

By force, Nayra moved out of her chair along with Arkha. Not to forget, the man called Hasan to pick him up. It just so happens that the distance of the hospital to Arkha's house is not so far away. So, once Arkha and Nayra had reached the front exit, Hasan was ready to wait in the parking lot.

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"Dera, let Uncle take care here, you should go home too. Friend Kania, pity that he must be looking for you and looking for Zayn" said Irwan.

"Is it okay Uncle here alone?"

"It's okay, it's home! Uncle's gonna take care of Zayn. Later if there is anything Uncle will immediately notify you."

"Actually Dera wants to be here accompanying Zayn, Uncle."

"Alright, then Dera goes home first, Uncle. Tomorrow morning after taking Kania to school, I came straight here" said Dera.

"Yes, be careful on the road."

At 22:00 he reached home, Bi Siti immediately opened the door for her employer once she heard the sound of the car coming.

"Mom Dera okay?" asked Bi Siti when she saw the look on Dera's gloomy face.

"Zayn was in Bi's accident, all day I was in the hospital waiting for him," explained Dera.

"Astaghfirullahaladzim, Oh Allah, how can you, Mom?! Then, how is Mr Fano doing now?"

While sobbing, Dera hugged Siti. She thought of him as her own mother because she had worked with him for too long. Bi Siti is the only place to complain since Dera married Zayn. In fact, he left all his friends who had a bad influence on him.

"He had to have surgery because he had a brain hemorrhage, Bi. After the operation, he went into a coma. I don't know how to live life without Zayn. I've been depending on him all this time."

Dera broke his embrace, then wiped his tears. Bi Siti stroked Dera's back, she felt pity because the first time her employer was desperate. Though he knew all along, Dera was a strong woman and rarely cried, even though Zayn did not think it existed.

"Prophey, Mom. Mr. Zayn will definitely be fine, no need to worry excessively, which is important now that you have been treated by a doctor and we continue to pray that you recover quickly and recover quickly."

"Yes, Bi. Thank ye. Yes, what time did Kania sleep, Bi? She must have found me with Zayn, huh?" ask Dera.

"Kania sleeps at eight, ma'am. I was waiting for Miss Dera to come home. I said again there is a similar business, sir," replied Bi Siti. He said, "Mom, my food is hot, yes. Miss Dera must not have eaten."

"No need to be bi, no laper. I want to shower and go straight to sleep."

"Yes, Mom."

Dera also walked up, climbing the stairs one by one limply. He slowly opened the door of his room, and walked to the bed to kiss his fallen asleep baby.

Then, he rushed towards the bathroom to refresh his body. Drop by drop of water that flushed into his body he enjoyed so that all his tiredness was gone.

After the ritual was over, she put on a bath robe out of her bathroom. Whether what was on his mind at the moment, he was eager to get into Zayn's room as well as his study.

She walked into her husband's room, opened the door and went straight to his study, and opened the other door in the room. Dera circulated his gaze to every corner of the space. During this time he had never entered his study because Zayn always forbade him. His eyes focused on the several photos that were stuck to the wall.

"Naito ...." Dera took a deep breath trying to strengthen her heart.

"Thankfully you are Nayra, Zayn loves you so much with sincerity" Dera murmured as she stared at their unblinking photo.

As it turns out, Zayn's study room is full of Nayra's memories, the photo was taken at a restaurant five years ago. Various activities in the kitchen, various facial expressions of Nayra, even their friendly photos are also attached there, all complete on the wall.

Dera took one photo of Zayn without Nayra there. He then took her to bed. He stared fixedly at Zayn's face behind the framed glass.