The Love of the Past

Look at Zayn

While laying down his body, he hugged Zayn's photo, "Tonight, let me sleep with you, Zayn."

Slowly, closing his eyes, with wet hair, Dera began to fall asleep in Zayn's bed.

 

The blazing morning sun began to be seen from the eastern horizon, the light penetrated on the sidelines of the glass windows in the Arkha residence which was quite luxurious. Nayra opened the curtain of cloth dangling from the window of her room, Arkha who was still fast asleep suddenly wriggled and blinked her eyes due to the glare of sunlight that pierced towards her.

“Arkha, wake up!” exclaimed Nayra while tying the black out curtain to the tasel.

“Hemm ...” replied Arkha lazily.

Nayra also approached Arkha who was still curled up in his soft mattress, even though Nayra had been bathing and perfumed since a few minutes ago. Her wet hair was wrapped in a small towel, while her body was wrapped in a white kimono towel.

“Arkha, it's seven o'clock. Not to the office?” Nayra sat on the edge of the bed and touched the man's shoulder.

Instantly Arkha awoke to smell the refreshing fragrance of roses on his wife. He immediately pulled Nayra into his arms. “Tumben already shower, Darling?” arkha asked a little astonished.

Instead of answering, Nayra was still trying to escape from Arkha's arms. “As, shower spout, let go of this first!”

“For a moment, leave it like this. I like your fragrance.”

“Arkha, noon rush, I want to go to the hospital,” whine Nayra with a spoiled tone. Arkha reflexed his embrace quickly, he was like surprised to hear his wife's words. Nayra was immediately not happy to get a reaction from Arkha who was a little upset.

Nayra realized he was wrong because he called the hospital, automatically it leads to Zayn. Arkha thinks his wife only keeps thinking about other men, even if he is willing to take a shower this early, also preening just to get excited to visit Zayn, his former lover. In fact, previously he very rarely took a bath at that hour, unless there is a certain event.

“Sorry, As.” Nayra clasped Arkha's hand. “I just want to see him as a friend, at least I'm not haunted by the continued guilt. I want to make sure it's.”

“It's okay, peegilah! I don't ban you.”

“You angry?” asked Nayra in a soft voice.

“No, why be angry? I'm just a little upset, it's natural for a husband to be jealous if his woman thinks of another man.” Arkha's face was indeed irritated with jealousy.

“I'm sorry, Ar. If you don't give me permission, I won't go.”

“Nothing, Honey. Importantly, take care of your heart and remember your status.” Arkha smiled, he never had the heart to let his wife down. Even if he had to sacrifice his feelings a little.

“Definitely. I will never forget my status as the wife of Lord Arkhana Mahesa."

Arkha immediately sat down and hung his feet on the edge of the bed. "Well, I'll take a shower, I'll take you to the hospital."

"Thank you, Arkha!”

“Why are you so hard to call ‘sayang’ to your husband, how many years have we been married, maybe you can count your fingers calling me ‘sayang’.” Arkha was a little sulking, again Nayra had to be reprimanded just because of the call case.

It is natural that a husband wants to be called friendly and have a special name. However, it seems that Nayra is indeed very difficult with that title, considering that her initial introduction to Arkha was not pleasant, as well as the marriage that Nayra was forced to accept. Therefore, even the affection did not seem to exist entirely for Arkha.

“Alright, thank you, Darling!”

“You only want to call me that if you want.”

“Salah again, then what should I do? So annoying!” Nayra pursed her lips a sign of annoyance.

****

"Are you ready?" arkha asked after they finished eating her breakfast at the dinner table.

"Here, Ar."

The two stood up, Arkha holding his wife towards the car.

 

 "So, that's the tie." Nayra's focus towards the tie her husband wore, they stopped outside the door.

Now Nayra was in front of Arkha while tidying up also the collar of the slightly folded suit. Nayra looked at her husband, he raised his fist because it was only Arkha's chin. In a quick motion, the anxious Arkha sees Nayra landing a kiss on her lips, knowing that Nayra would never want her if Arkha asked her permission, it is very anti-spreading his affection outside the house.

"Arkha, huh!" Nayra was annoyed, she immediately spread her gaze around the courtyard of the house, afraid that anyone would see her, because many workers in the mansion were.

Seeing his wife's reaction, Arkha just chuckled, he then wrapped his hands around his wife's waist and walked in unison to the car.

****

At the hospital, Dera is on standby in the waiting room, this time alone because Irwan has been home since Shesa came.

"Morning, Dera ..." said Nayra who was answered with a nod and a smile by Dera. Arkha just escorted Nayra to the front yard of the hospital. So now the two women are in a position that makes both of them awkward.

"How's Zayn doing?" tanya Nayra broke the silence after a while she sat down next to Dera.

"There has been no progress. If you want to see nothing, just go in. But don't be long, the doctor has been telling, inside there is also a standby nurse."

Sheea seems kind enough to let Zayn's ex-lover visit her. He just tried to do his best for Zayn, who knows that Zayn will quickly wake up from his coma.

"Can?"

"Yes, please," replied Dera briefly.

"Thank you, Dera." With sparkling eyes, Nayra walked excitedly into the tense room. Inside there is a nurse who looks after him twenty-four hours, because patients in the ICU have to be monitored extra.

Nayra's steps were no longer excited when she saw Zayn's state, her body was connected to various medical equipment through hoses and cables. Also in addition to the gurney is very complete with tools such as monitors, ventilator machines and defibrillators.

 

"Assalammualaikum, Zay. How are you doing? I'm here to see you. Do you feel my presence?" Nayra stared fixedly at the pale, luminous man's face from beside the gurney.

Nayra's gaze peered all over Zayn's body, she was so concerned and feeling sad about what she was seeing right now. The man she loved, could now only lie weakly unconscious.

"Zayn, wake up, open your eyes. Don't you want to see me again? Once you torture me like this" said Nayra with tears welling up in the fertilizer.

Nayra slowly grabbed Zayn's right hand. He held it tightly with both hands. He hasn't touched the man's hand since he split five years ago. She should not forget her current status, like her husband-Arkha's message, an hour ago while still at home.

However, Zayn's current condition made him forget about it, which he had in mind at the moment, he only wanted to see a miracle on Zayn.