The Love of the Past

Return of the In-Law

“What are you busy now, Fel?”

“Udah no, will be back for lunch. Why?”

“I want a story,” answered Nayra briefly.

“What story? Make me curious!” Felly sat down next to Nayra.

"Later the story, now I'm going to the kitchen. I'm gonna help you cook." Nayra stood up and walked towards the kitchen, leaving behind her short-haired friend.

"Woy! Even go, he said he wanted to tell a story."

"Later, you have lunch there!" nayra's orders as they passed, he shook his hand.

Lunch hours in Nayra restaurant is quite crowded, many consumers who arrive there. However, not a few employees are overwhelmed to serve customers.

At 14:00, Nayra took off her apron. He looks tired, his sweat is pouring in his hair. He occasionally wiped his sweat with the back of his hand.

Nayra rested for a moment, resting her body on the soft long sofa, enough to make her body relax. Although Nayra is a boss, he is not the lazy type, even as much as possible he wants to always intervene directly to serve his customers.

"Now, I make mango juice, go!" Felly walked into Nayra's room carrying a tray containing one glass of mango juice.

Nayra shuffled, confirming her sitting position.

"Ah, thank you, I know that I'm thirsty!" Nayra immediately received and sipped the mango juice until half a glass.

"Buckoo! Thirsty, Neng? Slowly drink it, I will not ask," said Felly while staring at the wonder of Nayra who drank greedily.

"Bah, now a spit! What story do you want?" ask Felly curious.

"Oh, so you make me juice to bribe me into a story?" exclaimed Nayra, even though she had no taste for chatting, she felt very tired.

"Well, did you say yourself want a story, I just ngingetin."

"Udah males, breath is over, tired. Tomorrow's ajalah!" nayra said, he returned to lay down his body for a moment.

"Jude, I'm going back to work. Hye!" With no answer from Nayra, Felly leaves her best friend behind.

In the afternoon, the hustle and bustle of the city is so Arkhai. Dense vehicles filled the highway that Arkha was passing through at this time. He had to be more patient to drive himself without a driver, because Mr. Hasan had to accompany Nayra to the restaurant. Congestion that always occurs when the clock home office has become a habit from year to year, Arkha continues to grumble in the car.

After a day of work, he can't wait to go home and meet his beloved wife. For him, holding back the longing not to meet for eight hours enough to make him excited to see his wife.

In about thirty minutes, he finally arrived at the front of the house. Nayra, who was always waiting for her husband's return, went straight down the stairs when she heard the sound of Arkha's car arriving. She greeted her husband. Even her housekeeper never opened the door at all. Nayra only plays as much as possible as a wife.

“Assalammu aleikum, dear,” Arkha said as the door was opened by Nayra.

“Waalaikum greetings.” The woman kissed the back of her husband's hand which was reciprocated with a gentle kiss on the forehead by Arkha.

They then swung their steps one by one up the stairs towards the room. Arkha's right hand was wrapped around his wife's waist, while his left hand was carrying an office bag containing files and a laptop.

While walking up the stairs, they talked just asking about each other's work as a form of attention between a couple.

"Arkha, I ready the water to take a bath first, yes," said Nayra as she passed to the bathroom.

"Yes, thank you."

Nayra began filling the water in the bath up, while waiting for the water to be full, she sat at the end of the bath up while swinging her hand to the water. His thoughts about Zayn suddenly shot up. The shadow of the man continued to be on his mind.

“When you're aware, Zayn. I keep on fidgeting thinking of you,” Inner Nayra.

He then checked the temperature of the water when it almost filled the bath up. Once felt enough, he poured the bath bomb into the bath up. The aroma of the therapeutic aroma of the bath bomb made him jerk and forget for a moment about Zayn.

Nayra then stepped out of the bathroom, saying to her husband, "Sister, the water is ready."

Without any answer, Nayra then approached Arkha who was sitting on the sofa. As it turned out, Arkha was busy receiving a phone on the balcony, the balcony door was slightly open, so Nayra was able to hear what her husband was talking to someone on his phone. She heard her husband call her 'Ma'.

Nayra scrunched her forehead. “Ma? Is Arkha talking to Mama? Hopefully this time there are no problems,” Inner Nayra.

Nayra's mind instantly turned into a frenzy, like it was about to receive some bad news after this.

Yes, the age of two years of marriage and not yet have a baby is a major problem for his mother-in-law.

Nayra was always depressed when Arkha's mother told her to get pregnant quickly, while the pregnancy was a gift from the Almighty, she never knew when she would get offspring even though they had tried.

Nayra sat down on the sofa waiting for Arkha to finish her call. With an anxious look, he looked blankly at the ornamental flowers in the corner of the room.

His thoughts about a few days ago haunted him, when his father-in-law, Fira, berated him without Arkha's knowledge. At that time Nayra also felt failed to be a wife. She did not dare to tell her husband because she was afraid that her husband would even be so bad to her.

"Darling ..," call Arkha, his voice breaking Nayra's daydream.

"Ah yes, As!" Ranua was a little surprised when she realized her husband was caressing her cheeks.

"Kok daydreaming, why?"

"It's okay, really. Who called?"

"Mama, Honey. We're told to go home for dinner, you want, right?”

“When?”

“Tonight. Do you mind?”

“Ngak. I was just surprised, suddenly. Even I haven't prepared anything for later, time doesn't bring anything" Nayra said, but she only hoped that her husband would thwart his dinner plans at her in-laws' house later.

"If it is, then we will stop by the bakery dear, we buy red velvet mama's favorite.

"Alright then" said Nayra in a tone of despair.

 

"Ar, that's the water's ready. A shower! It'll be cold again." Nayra shifted her conversation, she felt very troubled in her heart.