The Love of the Past
Subduedness
“How can he know my life? Who is he exactly?” inner Nayra.
When Arkha left, Fatimah went straight into his son's room. The woman looked at Nayra pensively with a blank look.
“Why are you, son? Why daydream? Is there something weighing on your mind?”
“No, Mom. Nayra was just thinking how to help Mom if Nayra's feet just can't make way.”
“Nak, don't worry. The sustenance is already there is a regular, it is not possible to starve, just pray s\hopefully the stitching rame.
“Iya, Mum.”
Nayra could only pensively think about her fate now, she could only trouble the mother. Though all this time he always struggled to make his mother happy. Without notice, the girl suddenly shed her tears, but she quickly wiped the warm globules before her mother realized her sadness.
Not noticeably, the darkness of the night is now changed by the rays of dawn, the light drizzled through the window of Nayra's room. Her mother was in the cafeteria filling her stomach.
Since last night, Nayra even had a hard time closing her eyes, even though the effects of the medicine made her drowsy, however, the drowsiness was as if it was not felt when she had to prepare an answer and make a decision in her life. Arkha's constantly spinning speech reminded him, confusion enveloped his heart and mind.
Sure enough, the person he was thinking about, suddenly just knocked on the door, suddenly making him surprised.
“Good morning, Miss Nayra. How are you today?” arkha asked while giving flowers that were so eye-catching. The man seemed to not get tired of giving Nayra flowers every morning because for him, flowers are as a special expression on a woman.
“Morning,” answered Nayra briefly and only glanced at a glance. But he received the flowers.
“How, have I been able to hear your answer now?”
Nayra was silent for a moment, composing the sentence she was about to say. After thinking of some considerations since the sleepless night, Nayra finally decided to accept Arkha's offer.
“Yes, I'm ready. But, don't think I'm a cheap woman who just wants your treasure. I did this all for my mom.”
“Alright, I'm so happy to hear that. Please read the agreement letter first, and please sign it on stamp.” Arkha presented a map containing one sheet of paper containing the agreement in accordance with the agreement.
Nayra read it carefully. Not to forget, he also digested one by one the sentences written there, making sure there was no cheating. After he read his points, the last sentence left Nayra dumbfounded. He widened his eyes perfectly.
“What does this mean? ‘second party should stay in first party owned apartment during recovery period’. Hey, isn't this wrong? Why would I stay with you? Don't think of anything, yeah!”
“Quiet, I'm a good guy. I wouldn't have done anything weird. I just want you under my watch. And later there will also be one nurse who will stand by taking care of you.”
Hearing his words, Nayra calmed down a little. That means he's not alone with the man in an apartment.
If you think with common sense, Arkha offers are indeed very profitable for Nayra. However, the woman only objected when she imagined a marriage with a stranger she had just met. In fact, for love, he is not sure it will not be easy to love another man when his heart has just been hurt.
Nayra had also solidified her decision since in her mind the name Zayn. He seems to be riding the revenge of the man—married to another man—might make Zayn also hurt and relieve his heart.
Nayra's hand answered the pen on the nightstand, without thinking, he immediately signed the agreement.
The woman nodded and shook Arkha's hand. “Remember, this is all I do for my mother. Don't expect love from me. That won't be possible.”
Arkha again smiled at Nayra's attitude. “Of course, I can understand it.”
Soon, Fatimah came and went into Nayra's room. Finding Arkha's whereabouts there, the woman greeted him kindly.
“Bu, sorry in advance. Just now we had a chat, and Nayra's plan is to come with me for healing. Did Mom allow it?" ask Arkha politely.
“What do you mean, Arkha?”
“’So, Nayra agreed to do treatment with a specialist doctor of my acquaintance, Mom. But, it would be hard if Nayra was in the village, so she had to stay in my apartment.”
“Apartment?”
Fatimah seemed surprised to hear Arkha's words that would invite her son to live in the apartment, while they did not have any ties. The worry as a mother is of course felt by Fatimah. There was no way he could take off his sick child and pass it on to someone else. Even though the man was fine still he had only known her, and did not know how her true nature was.
“Bu, Nayra wants to be cured, want to help Mom, Nayra also wants success later.”
“Sorry, Mom. I'm just offering help to Nayra. But, if you mind, maybe later we set the exit again.” Arkha tried to incarnate Archan on Fatimah so that she would believe him and according to what Nayra said.
“Alright, I will not interfere with your problems. Whatever it is, if Nayra has a decision, I will support her. Nayra is old enough to define her life.”
The woman only immediately agreed to Nayra's words, but later if Arkha had left, she would have asked for an explanation to her son.
***
A few days later, Nayra was allowed to go home, asking Arkha to stay at home with her mother before she was taken by Arkha to her apartment for further treatment. Also to fulfill his promise and agreement to hold the marriage after recovering later.
Arkha agreed. The man did allow Nayra to live in the village with her mother, but that does not mean that the man took it off, he remained with his stance to continue sending nurses who will take care of her.
In the afternoon, by the lake. Zayn flanked a cigarette in his hand with billowing smoke, smoking it violently while enjoying his break after almost a day of struggling at his uncle's restaurant.
Since Nayra's departure from the restaurant, Zayn has felt a deep emptiness. His heart is like death. The fatal mistake he had made resulted in the girl he loved, now hating him so much. In fact, even though he was not allowed to visit Nayra in the hospital.
"I'm a fucking guy! Arghhh ...!" as Zayn said to himself.
Zayn stepped onto a long chair by the lake, remembering all about Nayra.
“Ra, I don't mean to hurt two women's hearts at once, but rest assured it's not me who wants to. Even if I were required to choose, I would not have the heart to hurt you and him, and not only you are sick Ra, me too. My heart aches when you loudly curse me in the garden, but your lips never once raise their voice against me, Zayn's mind.
“Do you really hate me? You tau? I also suffered a lot from being parted with you. Please, don't leave me, I still desperately need you beside me.”
