The Love of the Past

Forgive Me

"Think, Nayra! I just want you to see me, I'm your husband, but I never had your heart. Please, open your eyes, Nayra!"

"I'm sorry, Arkha. I-i ...." Nayra tried to answer, but her throat was like it was stuck. He no longer knew how to apologize, he felt so guilty to Arkha at this time. Sure enough, Nayra's beautiful bead began to condense and tear up without Arkha's knowledge.

If only he could say 'i love you', maybe that word would escape Nayra's red lips because it meant to melt Arkha's heart. However, that was not what Arkha wanted at this time, even though Nayra said those three words, Arkha would not let go and believe it just like that, because he knew Nayra's love was only for Zayn.

"Why silence? Sorry if I cornered you. But I do have to say this so you understand how I feel. I always keep your feelings from ever feeling sadness, but you never understand me, Nayra."

Nayra folded her lips inwardly holding back the cry that demanded her tears to drip. He was quite surprised by the line of words that Reno n Arkha threw over the phone.

"I'm guilty of hurting you, but I ...."

"But what, Nayra?" tukas Arkha with a slightly raised tone.

"Arkha, why yell? I'm sorry. I was wrong, I was too stupid, I couldn't understand your feelings as my husband. But am I not worthy of saying sorry? You really don't want to forgive me?"

Hearing Nayra's words, Arkha said, "Where can Nayra, where maybe I can be angry with you. Seeing you cry, I can't bear it. In fact, before you apologize, I've forgiven you first."

Arkha fell silent, he thought of the line of words he was going to say. Intending for Nayra to understand without having to hurt his wife's feelings.

"Have you never seen my sincerity all this time? Is the love I give never enough? I always try to do all that, Nayra. I just want to make you happy to be near me" Arkha explained with enough explanation to make Nayra regret.

Nayra continued to listen to Arkha's words, listening to him with focus. He was silent with guilt.

"I've been trying to make you comfortable with me all this time. Even though I know, you don't love me completely. Be frank, Nayra, what don't you get when you're with me? Speak out! So that I can know and change my attitude."

Nayra silenced her mouth which now began to complain Reno n sobbing, holding her back from being heard by Arkha. At this time she felt she was the stupidest woman, because she had wasted a great man who was now her husband.

"Arkha, I don't see any flaws in you. I was just a fool to realize it too late. What do I have to do to make you forgive me?"

"I've forgiven you, long before you apologized. It's best not to talk about it anymore, at least you know how I feel, and I hope you'll understand what you're supposed to do in the future."

"thank you. I'll try to be a better wife." Nayra also smiled with relief even though Arkha could not see that smile.

The phone call was still going on for quite a while. Until finally, Nayra remembered the company now being handled by her husband. He was curious about what was really happening in Singapore.

''How's the company?'' ask Nayra.

"really? What time do you leave Singapore? I'll pick you up."

"No need, you'll be tired. Especially this weekend's vacation time, the streets must be jammed."

"It's okay, really. What's wrong, if a wife wants to welcome her husband home?"

"Arkha, can I see your face for a moment? I'm kangen. I haven't seen you all day."

At first glance, Arkha's face looks met. She commented a faint smile on her lips as soon as she heard Nayra's statement across the phone. Just this time Nayra said kangen words to himself.

Arkha switched the discussion, as he felt he still slightly harbored his anger on Nayra, he pretended as if he was cold and indifferent. In fact, in his heart he was very blooming when Nayra said she missed him.

"Ah, I haven't taken a shower, we'd better continue the video call. Send me your photo, yes," Arkha's pinta.

They stopped their phone long enough. At least the longing between the two is a little treatable.

Arkha rushed to the bathroom to undergo the ritual bath.

***

Arkha came out of the bathroom wearing a towel around her waist. He walked to the edge of the bed to get his cell phone. Again a happy twinkle emanated on Arkha's face. That love was seen from his net that was so fixed staring at the photo of Nayra sent to Arkha a moment ago. Apparently, the woman was in her bedroom bed, wearing Arkha's favorite pink pajamas,.

"Beautiful," murmured Arkha.

He then took a picture of it, and sent it to Nayra, with her hair still wet.

Both of them are like teenagers who just feel the kasmaran, but this time Arkha is really in love and very fascinated by his wife. However, in contrast to Nayra who is now trying to take Arkha's heart because she can not stand the cold attitude of her husband.

Arkha had never scolded Nayra even if it was just the smallest.

"Do I have to be angry often, yes, so that he is sweet and adorable like this? Arkha smiled triumphantly," Inner Arkha.

He was lying on his bed, putting his left hand under his head as a pillow. His right hand did not move from his cellphone which he now continues to look at.

The photo of Nayra with her sweet smile continued to be looked at by Arkha, if only now they were close together, surely Nayra would not have survived tonight, because Arkha would have attacked her mercilessly on the bed.