The Love of the Past

Responsibilities

Three days had passed, Nayra had passed her critical period. Fatimah did not leave her only child for a second. So also with Zayn who always visited Nayra when he came home from work. The relationship between Fatimah and Zayn is quite good, the middle-aged woman only knows that Zayn is the manager at her restaurant, not as Nayra's lover because the two have never known each other.

“Nak, Thank God you are aware.” A happy roar was clearly drawn on the woman's face, the worry-filled wait made her uneasy. As a mother, she also felt pain if her child lay weakly on the gurney.

Nayra looked at the right side, where her mother was first seen when her matan was open. His body was still limp, his voice as if it was heavy to speak. His eyes looked up at the air, he knew this was not his room. The pain that spreads throughout the body is so painful.

“Bu, where is this?”

“You're in the hospital, son. Patient, yes. It will heal.”

Nayra's memory twisted, recalling the events that had resulted in her being in the hospital. There was a face of sadness and sadness in his eyes. He had not finished replaying his memories. Suddenly, someone surprised him..

“Rara, thank goodness you're sober. What do you feel?” The baritone sound from the left side of the gurney caught Nayra's attention, the woman turned her head, finding Zayn standing there.

“You, why here? Go!” Nayra tried to speak loudly, but her voice was still very weak.

Fatimah who saw him was surprised, for three days he knew Zayn well. He was also the one who always delivered food for Fatimah. Also take turns keeping Nayra if it's night. However, what he saw in Nayra was only a look of hatred.

“Darling, isn't Nak Zayn good? He's the one who always takes care of you, honey.”

“Bu, Nayra's head hurts.”

“Mother call doctor yes, Nak.” Nayra.

“Nayra just wants him to go, Mom. Please.”

Fatimah looked towards Zayn, she had no idea what the matter was between them. Although curious, he did not want to interfere in the affairs of his son, especially considering the condition of Nayra who is now very weak. Burdening his mind would hurt him as well.

Unbeknownst to Fatimah, Zayn finally said goodbye and walked out of Nayra's room with a face of despair. He was aware of his biggest mistake, it was only fitting that Nayra hated him. Perhaps for now he would have to be patient to slowly approach the woman again.

The moment Zayn opened the door, he almost collided with a handsome man in a neat suit, who just happened to be about to knock on the door. The man intended to enter Nayra's room.

“Sorry,” said the man politely to Zayn.

The curious Zayn asked, “Do you want to go inside? Who are you looking for?”

“I want to meet Miss Nayra. Is this really his room?”

“Whose are you if you can know?”

Zayn could not prevent the man from entering the room, whereas he did not know who the man was. It is not his right to bar him from entering. The man then said goodbye to Zayn and immediately went to meet Nayra and her mother.

Arkhana Mahesa—lelaki who accidentally hit Nayra— conveyed his apology to Nayra as a sense of responsibility and sympathy.

“Please, Whose master is this?” fatimah asked curiously, but he invited the man to enter.

“I made Miss Nayra like this. Everything happened so suddenly because at that time I had to rush almost to miss the plane, to not pay attention to the road. Are there any serious injuries, miss? If necessary I will take you to go abroad as a sign of sorry,” said the man.

“No need to bother taking me. No matter what my circumstances are, I will not bother anyone else. Thanks for the offer. Anyway I was also wrong when it was not careful.” Nayra's ketus answer made the man slightly dumbfounded. He did not expect his offer and help this time was rejected just like that, even he was interested in the woman lying down.

Arkha smiled faintly and spoke in his heart, “Interesting once this girl. Beautiful.”

His ayu-like parasite is able to hypnotize Arkha, even though in a pale state, the man is able to see the beautiful side of the woman. Especially with his indifferent attitude that seems to not care about the surrounding. Though, Nayra was actually a friendly and meek woman, only her heart was not good because it had just met Zayn. Plus, he seems to have a sense of annoyance at men.

“Nayra, keep your attitude, son. Looks like he's the one who's already paid all your hospital bills.” Fatimah looked at her son who turned away from the man.

“Truely so, Mister?” Fatimah then commented on her friendly smile and felt very uneasy. A neat-looking man in a suit indicates that he is the one being, so he is not feeling well.

“True, Mom. Since yesterday I asked my assistant to control Miss Nayra's situation, as well as pay off all the bills. Sorry if I just showed up, because yesterday was in Singapore.”

“Thank you very much, Mr.”

“Ah I forgot to introduce myself, my name is Arkha, Arkhana Mahesa. Just call Arkha, no need to use Mr.” Arkha chuckles.

Meanwhile, Zayn had eavesdropped on the man from the outside door. Concern began to envelop him, he was afraid that the man would approach Nayra. After all, Zayn felt that Nayra would be very receptive to strangers in her life because of the gentleness of her heart.

Zayn then satin, “Ra ⁇ , until when will you continue to hate me. I'm sure your feelings won't die that fast against me. But please don't let any man into your life. I really wouldn't be willing.”

Nayra was caught off guard by the presence of the foreign man, moreover, she judged that Arkha was an arrogant person and a hobby of showing off her wealth. Although Arkha did not mean that, Nayra was still lazy to serve him.

Nayra turned her face and was about to shift, tilting her body towards the mother. However, he suddenly felt a tremendous pain in his legs.

“Argh! Auw pain, Mom ... Nayra's foot why it feels ..” Nayra frowned and silenced her mouth. Tears just dripped from his cheeks.

Slowly, Nayra uncovers a blanket that covers half of the body. How surprised he found his foot in a cast in the thigh to the calf.

“Bu ... foot Nayra why?” his hands tried to touch his feet.

“Honey, calm down first. It will heal.”

Seeing this, Arkha felt pity and increasingly felt guilty even though the accident was not entirely his fault.

“Mother, Nayra's legs can heal? Is Nayra handicapped? Is Nayra going to be paralyzed? Nayra can't walk?” The woman blasts her tears until she sobs. He occasionally wiped his tears.