The Love of the Past

Forget Me

The eyeball was centered on the long-haired girl who was sitting in a wheelchair, looking at the flowers that were in front of her. The woman's gaze seemed empty, I don't know what she was thinking at the moment. Zayn was fixated when Nayra was before him, like a dream. However, there was a tinge of grief in those eyes, her once cheerful face, now looking so sad and pale.

“I'm getting more and more anxious to punish myself now. Looking at Rara who was devastated by my actions, can I make her smile again like before? I'll keep trying to get you back, Ra.” Zayn continued to struggle with his thoughts.

“Assalammualaikum,” greet Zayn from the front porch of the house Nayra.

There was no reply from Nayra, he took one step forward and said another greeting. However, Nayra never answered, maybe she did not hear Zayn's voice.

“It seems he is still busy with his daydreams until not realizing my presence here, Zayn's inner”.

“Assalammu’alaikum, Rara.” The third time, Zayn repeated the greeting and slightly raised his tone for Nayra to hear his greeting.

“Wa’alaikum sa—”

The greeting was cut off instantly as Ranja turned towards Zayn. He was very surprised to see the presence of the man in his house. Will he accept Zayn as a guest? Zayn could only hope that Nayra would forgive him this time.

“Ra ..” Zayn's voice sounded soft.

“Why come here? Not satisfied to hurt me?” nayra snapped with a trembling voice. His chest was as tight as it was, the pounding of his heart racing withstood the anger, recalling the pain that had been tormenting him all along. However, there was a glimmer of love in the girl's eyes.

"I came here because I wanted to incarnate everything, Ra. All this time I've been tormented away from you. I can't, I know you're still angry and hateful about me, but please listen to me. This time alone," pinta Zayn with a clear look and tone.

“Go!” throw it away with a trembling voice. Tears that began to pool in the eye patch began to escape flooding Nayra's cheeks.

“He kicked me out .. yes of course it will happen. I had predicted him, he hated me so much. Even talking to me he was reluctant to look at me, his gaze focused in the other direction, Zayn's inner”. He also could not see the reaction of Nayra who hated him so much.

“Don't bother me again Brother. Go!” Nayra continued to yell at Zayn.

“Ra, just for a second, listen to me! Listen to all the truths.”

“Enough Brother! I'm tired already" cried Nayra with tears that began to pour.

“Ra, I love you so much. Comeback me. I beg ...” please Zayn with his hoarse voice.

It seems that Zayn is no longer concerned with his pride this time, he continues to beg and beg for love in a girl he loves. His life is meaningless when he parted with Nayra. Moreover, he was always haunted by a deep sense of guilt due to his actions.

“You know, right? I sincerely love you. But why have you been playing me all this time?” Finally Nayra managed to say a sentence even with a sick heart.

“Ra, I also sincerely love you. I'm completely empty of living a life without you.”

“Lying! You know what that sincere meaning is?!”

Zayn was silent for a moment, his mouth seemed to be locked tightly, his lips twitching. Her heart ached to see Ranja sobbing, her cheeks getting wet from tears that refused to stop.

I wanted Zayn to remove the circle and embrace it. But what power, Nayra will definitely refuse and hate him even more.

Nayra stared intently at Zayn and said, "Sincere man, he won't have the heart to lie to his woman no matter how small, you know that, Brother?”

“Ra, can you give me time to talk? Just for a second," pinta Zayn.

He began to approach Nayra and tried to crouch down, keeping pace with Nayra who was sitting in a wheelchair. However, Nayra instead retreated backwards. Choose to avoid the man.

“And you! You're not just lying to me. But also she .. your wife! Do you realize what you're doing, Ha?”

The trembling sound coming out of Nayra's mouth could even hurt everyone who heard it. The girl was seen holding thousands of dagger stabs in her face, but she was still trying to toughen up.

“Rara ... Ra ...” Zayn approached Nayra and tried to grab her hand.

“STOP! I don't want to believe in you anymore, brother. You are too mysterious for me, too many secrets you hide from me. I don't want to be a fool anymore, I don't want to be lied to, and I don't want to know you anymore!”

 

Zayn simply fell silent, confused as to what to say. Seeing Nayra cry and scream, he was unable to control her.

 

 

Hearing the noise in front of his house, a woman who was sewing inside the house immediately came out, making sure what happened.

 

“What is this?” ask Fatimah who came out of the main door.

 

“Mother ...." Rara runs the wheelchair over to her mother quickly.

 

“Bu, sorry. Sa—i ..“.

 

“I fear he will be very angry if you know, I have made his son cry even slumped,” inner Zayn, he looked at the middle-aged woman with a sad look as if asking for help.

 

“Nak, sit. Speak well" said Fatimah to her daughter.

 

“I want to go in, Mom. Nayra doesn't want to see him anymore!”

 

“Yes already, you enter first. I'll talk to him.” Fatimah pushed Ranja's wheelchair and put him in the house.

 

“Zayn, what is this really about? From yesterday since I was in the hospital, I actually wanted to know about your problems. But, seeing Nayra's condition, I can't bear it. What's your purpose in coming here, Zayn?"

 

Although the tongue is heavy to say, somehow Zayn can trust Ms. Fatimah to help with her problems with Nayra.

 

“It's not too bad to interfere in your affairs, but Nayra, he's my son. So please, tell me everything. Why is Nayra like now?”

 

At this moment, Zayn's heart and heart were gone, his hands under the chair squeezing each other. Kilas was nervous with doubt he felt. Inevitably, Zayn told Fatimah everything even though he did not incarnate the details of the actual incident.

 

“Before I apologized Mom, this was all my fault. I've lied to Rara, he I mean Nayra. But, actually I had not the slightest intention to hurt him. I also wanted to incarnate the truth, but Rara would not listen to it, Mom. Honestly I love my son very much Mother, forgive me.” Zayn looked down, not daring to look Fatimah in the eye.

 

Zayn ventured to reveal his heart to his mother Nayra. He did not care how Fatimah would respond to him later, most importantly, he had tried to be frank, but it was also impossible that at this time he had to tell about his married confession. Fatimah would also throw him out.