The Love of the Past
Surprising Offers
At first he felt his condition was fine, but it turned out that bad luck had befallen him. How will he live later if his feet just don't work? That's what's on his mind right now. Conditions that forced him to work in the city— helped his mother who only worked as a tailor in the village. However, after this he seemed to be in trouble if working. She would only be able to trouble the mother in every way.
“Nak calm down.” Fatimah tried to calm Nayra down.
“How Nayra can calm down, Mom. Nayra can't walk, Nayra is paralyzed!” Nayra is getting hysterical.
The surgery performed by the doctor previously aimed to help the healing process of fermur fractures or thigh fractures experienced by Nayra. It will take approximately three to six months of healing. During that time, he is not advised to move a lot and is advised to eat foods that accelerate recovery.
Meanwhile, Zayn who came to hear it from the outside, he felt very devastated by what the woman he loved experienced. He kept blaming himself, if only that day in didn't say everything, maybe none of this would have happened. However, fate remains a lifeline, no one knows and can guess even a second ahead.
“Doctor, please come to the Rose room. There are patients who need help.” Arkha called the doctor through a button located on the wall—connecting to the doctor's room.
The doctor came in and checked on Nayra. The man wearing the white suit gave the sedative so that Nayra would not be hysterical. After a while, Nayra fell asleep.
Zayn was still standing behind the wall of Nayra's room, reluctant to leave. I don't know what kept him insisting on waiting for the woman, which he obviously wanted to make sure of her situation. Although she actually wanted to take care of the woman lovingly, but it was impossible if Nayra alone never wanted to see her.
The next day before going to the office, Arkha came to Nayra again. This time, in his hand carrying a bunch of lily flowers mixed with red roses, there are also baby breath flowers that increasingly make the hand flower arrangements look sweet. Just as Arkha came in, Nayra and her mother could already smell the fragrance of the flower, making the feeling she was breathing calm.
“Arkha, very nice flowers. Thank you, yes.” Fatimah smiled, while Nayra just stared at him for a while without taking out a word.
“Hopefully be able to wake up the mood of this Beautiful Miss, Bu.” Arkha smiles. “O yes, sorry if allowed, I would like to speak with Miss Nayra please?”
“Of course you can, please!” Fatimah got up from her seat and intended to get out, but before that she said goodbye to her son. “Honey, Mom comes out first, yeah. You guys talk.”
Nayra didn't know who Arkha really was, why she was so considerate of him. In fact, if you think about it the man is a busy person— spends time in the office, but he can still take the time to come to the hospital. While Zayn, he was advised not to come to see Nayra again because every time he saw Zayn, his child's emotions would peak. To avoid this, Zayn also understood and was very understanding even though his heart was so heavy.
Nayra's condition is now a little better than yesterday, at least she no longer lamented her pain and began to make peace with the situation. Regretted and mourned will be free, all will not return to the way it was. With everything, maybe that's the better way for now
“Nona Nayra, I'll—“
“Nayra, call Nayra only!” Arkha had not had time to say his purpose and intention, his words were cut off by the woman. Nayra's view was empty, pointing at a corner of space. He refused to look at the stranger.
“Offer ... Even you haven't said anything. Speak clearly.”
“So like this ..” Arkha arranged his sitting position, preparing a line of sentences to be conveyed to Nayra. Hope the woman will not be hurt and misunderstand his words.
Arkha's goal this time is indeed to offer something very important and quite profitable for both. The man was silent three days ago - he told someone to find information about Nayra, her life, even her love affairs. Arkha also knew, the man who passed him at that time was his lover, more precisely called an ex-lover.
“Before I apologize, if my offer is a little excessive, or maybe you will feel uncomfortable. But, I mean my only purpose is to help you. At least we're mutually beneficial, Nayra.”
“Just get to the point, no need to mince words.” Nayra narrowly interrupted Arkha's conversation.
“Good. I understand how you are now, I want to help you heal, but there is one thing I want. Be willing to marry me after recovery. How?”
“What? Did I not mishear, You think with all the money you have, can arbitrarily manage people's lives with such a ridiculous offer?”
“One more. I will also guarantee the cost of living for you and your mother as long as you are sick. Isn't your economy .. sorry, I mean, it doesn't seem to hurt to rethink my offer.”
“You are as big as what offer you will give. I won't be interested, Mr. Arkha. So, you better go, free if you stay here. Just find another woman who could be your puppet. And, the hospital fee, I'll make sure to pay later. Thank you.”
“I only intend to help you, and I also need your help. So, we're the same, right?”
“what do you think I'm a woman, that easy to get married. Even though I am a poor girl, at least I have some self-esteem.”
“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to put you down at all, Miss Nayra. It's just, I offer this, who knows you are willing to accept it.”
It never occurred to Nayra that she would meet a man like Arkha, using the power of money to justify any means. Whatever the reason, Arkha had indeed thought about this matter carefully. He felt iris if constantly under pressure from his mother who continued to match him with the woman of choice.
“Think carefully, Nayra. 24 Years old is old enough, I really want to marry you and not to mess around. Do you feel sorry to see your mother in the village alone and live in deprivation? You won't be able to recover quickly if you're not treated by a special doctor. It seems my offer will not harm you. I'll come again tomorrow, I hope you've prepared an answer that memuArkhan for me to hear. Excuse me.”
Arkha left, while Nayra was still fixated on thinking about every line of sentences Arkha said. Everything that the man said was true. He won't be able to work as long as his legs haven't healed. Three to six months was a long enough time for him to rest without doing anything. Of course, he and his mother will have economic difficulties.
