The Love of the Past

It's Not Worth Calling Wife

"alright. If it'll calm you down, I'll forgive you." Nayra's beautiful bead did not blink as she began to soften her heart to forgive as she could not bear to see Zayn continue to beg.

His gaze was still the same as when he looked at the man in front of him two years ago, a time when they were still in a loving relationship with no complicated problems like now.

"Thank you, Ra. I'm calm now, at least you'll forgive my biggest mistake. Can I hold you?"

Without waiting for approval, he immediately bowed and hugged tightly Nayra. No matter where he is now, how he should maintain his attitude. For him, most importantly now, he felt relieved to have gotten an apology from the woman he loved.

"Zayn, zahir!" nayra tries to break Zayn's embrace.

Zayn immediately took off his embrace. He smiled at Nayra. "Thank you." Again and again, Zayn had nothing to stop saying that word.

"Now, can we continue?"

"What do you mean?"

"Our relationship .. can continue, right?"

"Zayn, I have forgiven you, but to continue, it will not be possible" Nayra said with a slightly stifled tone in her throat.

It was hard to part with the man she loved. But the decision made was right, right? Staying away from a married man is something that he must do, even if he is sick he must be willing to take it off.

"But ... why, Ra? Don't you love me?"

"That feeling is gone, Zayn."

"You lied! I'm still sure it's still in your heart. So, let me treat the wound I scratched."

The girl shook her head, slowly she regressed her wheelchair with tears.

"You better go, Zayn. I hope you are happy with your family. This is the last time we met, thank you for giving me the opportunity to feel affection from you" he said, looking down, hiding a look of sadness on his face.

The sentence Nayra said was enough to make Zayn stunned, his hope turned out to be wrong. He had not expected this to be the last meeting Nayra wanted.

It turns out I just got his forgiveness, not to have it again. Will I be able to? Right now only you can fill my heart, Ra. What should I do now. Zayn was frustrated after hearing Nayra's decision.

"I think, once I get your forgiveness, I'll get your heart back, Ra."

"Don't expect more, though,. Yes, I was busy. You better go home!" nayra orders in a soft tone.

Nayra immediately ran her wheelchair and went straight into the house. While Zayn was still standing blankly looking at Nayra who passed away until she could not see her back.

He tried to be strong even though his heart was fragile. However, if it were a matter of the heart, anyone would probably be weak, even if the man was burly.

***

After Nayra's house, Zayn chose to return to the restaurant rather than go home and meet his wife. The reason, he was annoyed towards Dera who always made him uncomfortable to be at home, even whenever he saw the woman, he just kept his emotions and wanted to curse rudely.

It is different with Shera. He always treated Zayn well, thinking of Zayn as a husband in general. Not because he likes Zayn, but he only takes care of his family. Also most importantly, her status as a marriage was something that was safe for her, as she could take refuge while she was pregnant with another man she had her god in. Sure enough, people would think it was Zayn's son.

In a whole month, it could be counted on the finger when Zayn came home. Zayn will only be kind to Dera's parents and his own uncle. Having a condescending nature will only harm himself, his attitude is very contrary to his mind.

The restaurant is large enough to have several rooms for employees, one of which is Zayn's room which is deliberately placed in a special room that is quite large. The reason, because one day he will be the heir to the restaurant. He is Irwan's only nephew. Only Zayn is in his possession now, as is Zayn, he only has his uncle as a substitute parent.

Zayn laid his body on the sofa by the window. His shadow of Nayra could not be removed for even a second. As he sat on the edge of the bed, suddenly the sound of a cell phone from inside his bag rang to Zayn's ears. The face looked spirited, he quickly picked up the flat object, hoping Nayra called him.

He immediately rubbed his rough face with great annoyance. It was not a call from Nayra that he received, but a call from Shera. Zayn then took off his clothes and immediately went to the bathroom to flutter his body, the ritual bath will probably restore his consciousness so as not to drag on thinking about Nayra.

A few minutes later, she came out of the bathroom with a white towel around her waist. Her wet hair occasionally dripped the remaining water onto her naked body. He sat on the edge of the bed, and drank a glass of water on his nightstand.

The phone he had thrown was unceasingly ringing. Inevitably, Zayn was forced to pick him up by grumbling first.

"What's wrong?" zayn asked Dera on the phone.

However, just as Dera was about to speak, Zayn instead snapped at her. “Already, I'm busy. Don't bother me!”

Zayn turned off his phone, he was sick of hearing Dera's dramatic voice. Then, he decided to sleep.

Shera— is a 25-year-old woman who is beautiful and very feminine, but she always spends her time in nightclubs. His life was too free because no one was watching him at home, when his parents were busy taking care of the business in Malaysia, and only came home once a month.

At that time, Dera's parents and Zayn's family agreed to betroth them, hoping that Dera could change, and eliminate delinquency. However, until now, even though she had given birth to a child, she still continued to foyer, and came home drunk regardless of the baby

No wonder if Dera was seduced by the striped man at the club, until now he also did not know who the real father of his son is now.

A knock on the door from outside his room was heard, making him aghast and forced to wake up. He shuffled a thick blanket that warmed him. With a shunt step and a still limp body, he stood up to open the door.

“Zayn ... wake up!” Irwan's voice called out to Zayn while knocking on his door.

“Ya, Uncle ...,” said Zayn while walking towards the door.

Zayn opened the door, and how surprised he was to see the figure of the woman he hated in front of his eyes now.

“Your wife nyariin, Zayn.”

"Ah, yes. Thank you, Uncle," said Zayn trying to behave normally as if there was no problem with his wife.

Currently, Dera is wearing a sexy red dress that shows her chest. The fabric is not at all wrapped perfectly because the length is only limited to the beak of the thigh.