The Love of the Past

Slap and Makian

Meanwhile, Arkha was walking upstairs. He was going to his room that was rarely slept with since he married Nayra, of course because he had bought his own house. The room was always empty, but her housekeeper cleaned it every day at the behest of her great mistress.

However, as Arkha passed through Fira's room, he stopped his steps, Arkha squinted her eyes and opened her ears wide as she heard something shocking. Arkha stuck her ear to the door of the room, the middle-aged woman's voice grew louder and louder in Arkha's ears.

"What kind of woman are you, huh? From the beginning I did not approve of your marriage. You're just like a prick living on my son's success!"

"Ma—forgive me Ma, but I have absolutely no such thoughts on Arkha. I married him because he—"

Not yet finished Arkha spoke, his sentence had already been cut by Fira.

"Because of what, huh? Because you want to enjoy my son's treasure, right? You want to be an instant rich man and Mistress, so?”

 

As soon as there were no more Nayra voices in Arkha's hearing, Arkha finally opened the door violently. His face was already red with burning emotions. He did not expect at all the woman who gave birth to him, the woman he loved so much, turned out to be such a wicked figure. Just because he didn't like Nayra, he insulted and hurt her.

 

"Ma!" arkha snapped, the woman was shocked and turned to the door. Arkha immediately approached the weakly standing Nayra, weeping with his sobbing that increasingly sliced through Arkha's heart.

 

"What did you do to my wife?" arkha exclaimed in a high tone.

 

"Arkha, Darling ... Mama just ...."

 

"Now Arkha knows, it turns out that Mama is not as good as Arkha thought.”

 

"From now on, I won't set foot in this house again, until Mama accepts Nayra and be nice to her."

 

Arkha continued to defend his wife, not caring if her mother cried though. Usually the man would not have the heart to see Fira's tears dripping. However, this time he was more indifferent due to his mother's outrageous attitude. He stepped with certainty while holding tightly Nayra's hand.

Two years ago, when Arkha asked his parents to marry him to Nayra, Fira never agreed because Nayra was not from a family like her, he only obeyed Arkha whose desire could not even be denied at that time— chose to marry Nayra instead of having to marry a famous model.

Fira has long lived in Singapore with her husband for taking care of the company. He rarely met Nayra. They had only met a few times since they were married, and had always left a bad impression on Nayra.

“Darling, are you okay? We'd better go home.” Arkha embraces his wife and takes her out of Fira's room.

“Arkha, don't go yet! Honey, you heard Mama's explanation first. Not everything is as you think. Arkha!” fira shouted with flowing tears. I don't know if it was really a tear of regret or just a pretense. Fira kept shouting for Arkha even though there was no response from her son.

“Arkha, what's the fuss?” asked the Duke curiously, he suspected that something had happened to his wife and child, especially when the Duke also saw the gloomy face of his daughter-in-law, her cheeks reddened and wet with tears.

"Mama has gone too far with Nayra, Pa,” said Arkha showing his emotions.

“What is your Mama doing?” ask Duke.

“Mama chided Nayra, even slapped her too. Really late!”

“Why, ?” The Duke scrunched his forehead, he was also surprised why his wife dared to slap him.

“Papa better ask directly Mama, we say we want to go home first, Pa”

“Yes already, then be careful,” The Duke pats Arkha on the shoulder. Nayra, forgive Mam's attitude, huh?” he continued, which was only answered by a nod by the woman.

Arkha and Nayra rushed out of the house and boarded his car, splitting the city which was still Arkhai even though there was no traffic like in the afternoon or early morning.

“Darling, sorry yes, I just realized my mom's outrageous attitude towards you. Since when has Mom been like that to you? Why didn't you ever tell me?” arkha asked while in the car.

“Already, Ar. I'm okay, anyway I'm quite relieved also finally you know for yourself. I'm just afraid that if I tell you, you don't trust me, or you'll hate your mom. I don't want that to happen.”

“Honey, whatever you say I will definitely believe it. So don't you ever think I'll doubt you."

Arkha was not too focused on the wheel, he always thought about what his mother had done to his beloved wife. Moreover, Nayra was reluctant to tell him before. It's not a good time to ask that now, let alone Nayra being not okay.

Arkha did not expect the woman who gave birth to him to be a cruel figure. His mind was also completely stifled at this moment.

Arkha clasped Nayra's hand with his left hand in order to slightly calm her heart.

The man stopped his car right in front of a high iron gate in his house. The guard quickly opened the fence when he learned of his master's arrival.

The two immediately went up to the room without a word of conversation. They are silent to each other. Arkha only felt guilty for his wife, because he thought, he was like giving his mother a chance to hurt his wife. Though Arkha did not know the bad habits of his biological mother.

After changing her clothes in pajamas, Nayra immediately climbed on the bed to lay her body down. Since then he had only been silent, although Arkha tried to invite him to talk, he did not respond so much and answered as necessary. Perhaps his heart was tired and his mind was tormented.

"Honey, here I treat his cheeks. Still sore?" arkha asked Nayra while holding the cream in her hand. He wanted to smear the slap on Nayra's cheek that his mother had laid earlier.

"No, Ar. It's okay, I want to go straight to sleep" replied Nayra as indifferent.

Arkha finally did not want to force, he then headed to the bathroom to change his clothes. After that he climbed into the bed following Nayra, it was very anxious for Arkha to hug his wife. However, Nayra seemed to ignore it, she only needed calm right now.

“Nayra, yes already ... don't be sad anymore,” said Arkha while getting rid of Nayra's haircut that covered her pretty face.

The man gently rubbed his wife's arm in a curled position behind him. In fact, Nayra also felt sorry for her husband whom she had been keeping quiet. Though come to think of it, Arkha was not at all wrong, he just did not know what was really going on between his wife and his mother.