The Love of the Past

Arkha's Heartache

"As you can see now, Mama's like a cripple who can only lie down, Ar."

"Ma, you better come with Arkha to Jakarta tomorrow. There is no need to take care of the company anymore" Arkha said, he sat his body on the edge of the bed.

"Why? Do you not trust your mother anymore?" said Fira, he was curious about Arkha's sudden decision.

" Reno will take care of it, Ma."

" Reno? Will he not be troubled?"

"I talked about it in the car."

"Where is he now?"

"He's the dinner table, Ma."

"Have you told Bi Ina to make the food heat?"

"Well," answered Arkha briefly.

"Tomorrow if Mama's condition has improved, we go to Jakarta."

"All right then, how good it is, dear. Though Mama is still eager to take care of your company. Yes ... even though Mama's physical like this."

"Mama has to rest a lot now. Can't be too tired," said Arkha who was immediately embraced by Fira.

After he had a conversation with his mother, Arkha returned to the dining table to accompany Reno who was eating. They talked about the company and arranged their next plan.

Arkha approached Reno who was enjoying his meal. He sat right in front of his cousin. After a day he takes care of the company, hunger really makes their stomachs noiseless. Soon, Arkha took the plate in front of him and filled the rice and side dishes available on the table.

"How, Ar? Do I have to call a programmer now?" reno asked while wiping his lips with a tissue after eating.

"Can too. But does he mind coming up for nights like this?" tanya Arkha glanced towards Reno .

"I'll try to contact him," replied Reno who was immediately taken in by Arkha.

After she finished eating, Arkha also rushed to her room. He abandoned his intention to take a shower. He held a suit that he had removed since. The thin patterned white shirt was still perfectly attached to his body. He just hung Reno n the top, opened some buttons on the top, and folded the long shirt into an arm-length.

He began to open the balcony door and see the view of the city of Singapore, looks magnificent Marina Bay building makes the net focused. The beautiful night lights continued to be noticed. Arkha's stern face now looked tired, he was twitching his non-dizzy forehead. Taking a deep breath and throwing it away roughly made his load today slightly decrease.

For a moment, he rested on the iron barrier of the balcony. His mind was focused on Nayra. It was very exciting for Arkha to contact his wife. Undeniably, he misses her a lot. He was troubled by a sense of anxiety, between longing and jealousy.

Arkha took out a cell phone from his pocket, intending to contact Nayra. However, there is a little doubt that is still stuck, the jealousy is still left if considering his wife is more concerned about other men than him.

Arkha opened the message that had not been able to check it. Apparently, many incoming messages from Nayra were ignored since this afternoon. Without a second thought, Arkha called Nayra to ask her about the news. After a few seconds, the waiting ringtone was switched with Nayra's voice.

"Hello," answered Nayra from the phone.

"Hello." Arkha answered briefly Nayra's greeting, he actually did not know, how to behave when he was jealous and slightly held back his anger, let alone mixed with the seasoning longing he felt.

"Arkha, why the news? Were you so busy you didn't have time to reply to my message?" asked Nayra, her tone sounded bitter.

"Sorry, the company is an emergency. So I can't hold HP."

"Why are you so cute? Are you angry with me? I'm sorry if I was wrong, Ar."

Arkha was silent for a moment. "Naito ...." Arkha called him softly, he seemed to think of stringing up words so as not to hurt his wife.

"Yes" said Nayra.

"I don't know how to start, I just want you to understand."

"What do you want to talk about?"

Arkha took a deep breath as if unable to caress Reno n his heart. All this time, he had always attached great importance to Nayra's feelings. Arkha was very caring for the woman's feelings and did not want to hurt her even though she also felt tight.

"Nayra, do I mean nothing to you anymore? Until when will you keep him in your heart?" arkha muttered, her voice sounding softly from Nayra's phone.

"Arkha, what are you talking about?" kilah Nayra's.