The Love of the Past

Meet Nayra

Zayn's relationship with his wife is not a good relationship like a couple in general. Maybe Nayra had thought that Zayn's little family was a happy family.

At that time, Zayn had not been able to incarnate everything, Nayra had already left and until now he had always avoided Zayn. Even looking at the face of her former lover, the woman was reluctant.

“Am I too despicable? Do I deserve to be called a bastard?” Zayn focused his gaze on the middle of the lake where the water looked calm.

In the past few days, Zayn chose to be honest with Nayra solely to find a way out together. However, his reaction was not in line with what he expected.

Of course, it would be foolish if Zayn still expected a good reaction from Nayra, it was certain that he would hate her honesty so much. Which woman does not hate and is disappointed when she is lied to.

“If only, you were still beside me at this time, Ra. We will certainly be very happy, not feeling the heartache of each other as we are now. I love you, I love you so much, Ra. I also know that, in the depths of your heart, you must still hold that feeling for me. I can feel it.

Zayn thought, what should he do now. He wanted to go to Nayra in the hospital. However, he also knew the response he received. Nayra must have kicked him out straight away.

"Excuse me, can I sit here, Bang?" asked a woman who suddenly approached Zayn and wanted to sit next to him.

"Please!" zayn replied with a cold, indifferent look on his face.

"Abang, another heartbreak, huh?" ask the woman in a voice made as coquettishly as possible.

"It's none of your business!"

"Si Abang, don't be fierce, later the handsome look," he said teasingly, he poked Zayn's cheek with his index finger.

Zayn stared intently at the foreign woman, how surprised he was to see the figure of the woman so-so in front of his eyes, with the look of an annoyed face half amused, he immediately stepped his feet in a hurry. Free if serving women so-called events.

He hurried to leave the woman, meaning the man. I don't know what kind of person he really is.

"There's just a flirt .. don't know what the mind is anymore!" He immediately left the place.

A clear morning begins Zayn's activities at the restaurant. This time, he had to focus more on working, checking and completing all the final reports of the month. Some files piled up on his desk, occasionally he stared at the laptop in front of him, his fingers did not stop dancing on the ranks of letters on his keyboard. After everything is settled, he intends to solve all his problems with Nayra, he must find a way out.

“I can't keep going like this. It was really torturing my soul and body, making me unable to concentrate. I have to go back to Nayra.”

A few hours later, Zayn rushed to his uncle's room to hand over some reports about the restaurant.

“Uncle, these are all reports I've completed. Can I leave?” Zayn sat in the front seat of Irwan's desk.

“Where are you going, Zayn?” asked Irwan curiously. Irwan is Zayn's uncle who also owns the Lova Resto.

“I want to solve the problem with my friend, Uncle."

 

“No Uncle, thank you. It's just a trivial matter" Zayn replied lying that his uncle would not interfere with his personal affairs.

No one knows Zayn's relationship with Nayra, impossible if his uncle will help him, there he will know the truth. It will only ruin the mood.

“Ya already then you can go now. But remember, not for too long. If the problem is over, hurry back, "the uncle said.

“Iya, Uncle. Zayn go first."

“Yes, heart - heart on the road.”

Zayn is headed to the hospital. However, once there—in the room Nayra. He did not find the whereabouts of the woman. The room had already changed patients as he was knocked and opened by others.

The man's face looked pale as soon as he then ran to the information center to find and confirm the whereabouts of Nayra but it turns out that Nayra was not treated at the hospital dare to go home. Zayn rubbed his face rough and grabbed the hair he looked frustrated, the man sitting limp in the waiting chair near the hospital corridor. Zayn finally decides to leave and immediately searches for Rani's whereabouts.

His first destination was the Nayra boarding house. He asked Nayra's friend over there. Hopefully, one of them has Nayra's address in his village. After a few minutes he asked one by one the residents of the boarding house, the results were nil. It turns out that none of them knew of Nayra's house.

Zayna rode her motorbike at high speed, down the crowded streets that cut through the city. His mind grew increasingly stifled when he did not get the slightest result. Zayn took his bike with him without knowing where he should go looking for Nayra

Suddenly, on his way, he remembered one important thing that he had forgotten earlier.

"Ah, that's stupid of me! Why haven't I seen her CV when applying at a restaurant? There must be an address. Just wasting time!" as Zayn said to himself. "It seems nature supported me to meet Rara again." Zayn carved out a smile while turning his bike around and immediately returned to the restaurant to check Nayra's data.

Arriving in front of the restaurant.

“Loh, Zayn! How to go back again?” asked Irwan who saw Zayn enter the restaurant while running.

“Iya, Uncle. Something is left behind. I'm in first, yeah!”

“Ya already, there!” suhut Irwan who was standing at the cashier's desk.

Zayn ran to his study, he remembered where he kept the employees' files. There are hundreds of chocolate maps neatly arranged on the shelf at the end of the closet.

Patiently, Zayn searched for them one by one very carefully. After a few minutes looking for it, finally the map that says the name 'Nayra Zafira' he found. Soon, Zayn opened it and wrote Nayra's address on a small piece of paper that he would carry.

“Ra, I'll be here soon. Wait for me!" mumbling Zayn.

Zayn strode his feet steadily, walking with a relieved smile that calmed him down. He immediately said goodbye to his uncle.

About three hours later, Zayn traveled to get to Nayra's house. Only armed with courage and determination, he ventured if he had to account for his actions that had hurt Nayra inwardly.

The simple house facing the street left Zayn stunned for a moment. A wide terrace with various plants around it. Not a large or luxurious house, but enough to make the residents comfortable in it. Without hesitation and with confidence in his heart, Zayn immediately parked his motorbike in the yard of the house, his eyes did not stop staring at the terrace while taking off his helmet.