The Love of the Past

Fear Dera

Arkha tapped the ballpoint pen in his hand onto the table. “We make new products, take care of the latest advertising launch first. Then we find a way to deal with the traitor. Do you have any ideas?” arkha asked, his netizens staring at one by one the employees sitting around the big table.

Every employee just glanced at each other, no one dared to express an opinion because the atmosphere was so tense.

“What's just this how you guys work, huh?” Arkha threw a rough file at the table and the employees just lowered their heads. “I pay you dearly to work and think. Not just running commands!” Arkha stood up, waiting if anyone could give him an answer. However, nil, all just mute and fixated.

Arkha had never been this angry before, not even a high note had been heard by his employees. This error not only had a bad effect on his company, but he could have done a termination of employment to his employees.

Arkha sat back on the chair, loosening the tie attached to the neck of his shirt. “Search expert programmers! We have to catch the culprit. And for the project, make another plan, create an ad with three-dimensional advertising.”

"What about the board of directors? They're definitely going to splash with stock prices continuing to decline."

"Let them all come, we'll have a meeting this afternoon!" arkha's orders to her secretary.

"Good, Sir."

Arka suddenly proposed her opinion. "Ram, I have an expert acquaintance programmer. I'll try to call him now." Without waiting for Arkha's reply, Arka stood up and left the room.

Just as the man was about to reach the doorway, Arkha called out, "Reno, wait a minute! Plan everything carefully. If you need to bring him in front of me. I'll assess how he works."

"All right, I get it."

Arkha leaned his body, a sense of tiredness began to sway his eyes. He scratched his forehead which felt pulsating. This matter was really heavy, if he misstepped just a little. The company is threatened with bankruptcy.

The employees were still sitting quietly with their respective files in front of him. Arkha began to convey some important messages and set up a strategy to maintain his company. Most of all, he made it an important rule that events like this do not happen again.

Seriate...

A wide view of nature can be seen from the balcony of the hospital. The black bead looks like I am not tired of staring at the blue clouds, decorated with various images of tall buildings there.

Dera is still not tired of seeing the natural painting. Actually his heart was now troubled, his mind also could not stop thinking about Zayn.

Waiting and continuing to hope that her beloved husband is healed is not an easy thing for Dera. He was sincere and very painstaking in taking care of Zayn, but the weight of grief seemed to continue to gnaw as he looked at the man's face. His heart was unable to. Pity and heartlessness always make it crowded when in a room full of tools.

Moreover, Mr. Wijaya, uncle of Zayn can not always replace Dera to keep watch, because he also had to take care of the restaurant that almost dropped turnover since Zayn lay.

Sometimes Dera wiped the water that came out of her beautiful eyes. Trying hard even if there is no place to complain. Trying hard even if no one is embracing. He just needs someone who can encourage him. Dera felt, at this time he was alone and no one supported him to continue fighting for Zayn's recovery.

"Dera, didn't the doctor say anything about Zayn? I'm so sorry to see it" Nayra asked Dera after coming out of the ICU room.

"Ah, what, Ra?" Dera is shocked by Nayra's sudden presence.

"You crying?" Nayra noticed Dera's wet face and eyes.

"It's okay, I just ...." Dera did not continue his words. He was confused what to say.

"Dera, we're sitting there, yuk!" take Nayra, she embraces Dera's arm.

"I'm tired, will I survive. I don't know when Zayn will wake up. I also don't know until when I'm able to fight alone."

"Dera, don't talk like that. Don't despair, I'll be there to keep you company. Pray for Brother Zayn to recover quickly."

"thank you. But I'm actually still curious. If I'm honest, I was scared when you resurfaced Zayn's life, " said Dera with a deep breath.

"You mean?"

"I love Zayn so much, Ra. And your presence .. I'm afraid you'll take it away from me" she explained.

"Dera, that's not going to happen. You see, right, now my status as Arkha's wife. How could I possibly want another man?" sahut Nayra, he stared fixedly at Dera who had bad thoughts about him. Although he was conscious, the feeling was still in Nayra's heart for Zayn.

"Then, if one day Zayn comes to his senses. What are you gonna do?"

"Me!" Nayra frowned. "You don't have to worry about anything. I'm not gonna take Zayn. Again, yes, Dera, I just want to see Zayn get well, that's all. After that, I'll be gone from your lives, so you don't have to be afraid, okay?"

"I hope you can hold your words, Ra." Dera spoke without seeing Nayra. His focus was just looking blankly ahead.

"Of course."

There was a tinge of sadness from Nayra's countenance, as if she couldn't hold her words later on when Zayn was healthy again.

***

The atmosphere of the hospital is visible during lunchtime. Likewise along the open corridor on the ground floor which is also Arkha residents. Each side of the corridor there are various plants and green ornamental grass. Make everyone who passes by for a moment want to sit around there to just refresh the mind.

Not only nurses who enjoy their afternoon rest by sitting relaxed, but also many visitors who rest there after tired of caring for inpatients.

Nayra swung her steps through the corridor to get to the front yard, where to pick up, get in and out of the car.

"Hello, Mr Hasan is already ahead? If so, I'm out now" Nayra said on a connected phone. He was still in the hospital building.

"Yeah, Mom. I'm ahead now" replied Mr. Hasan as he directed his wheel to drive the car to the drop out area.

Nayra sped up her pace to get to the front immediately.

Without waiting for long, Mr. Hasan came precisely. Nayra entered her car.

"Sir, we're going to the restaurant, yeah. It's been a long time since I've been there, I miss it too" Nayra said.

It allows hair and clothes to be a little messy. Set up your sitting position to be comfortable. At Arkha's behest, Nayra is not allowed to drive on her own even if she can. Moreover, he just recovered from the removal of the cyst surgery. It made Arkha's attention even greater to her.

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