RUINED MY HOPE

32. An Unusual Taste

Reza should not interfere with the affairs of Sintia, because he is no one else. But somehow Reza felt so worried about Sintia. Reza always thought about Sintia. Is this all because of Reza's promise to his father?

"I know all this just because I promised to keep Sintia with her father. I don't love her, I just want to keep my promise" Reza murmured.

After almost a day of work, the time has come for Sintia to go home. Reza noticed Sintia was getting ready and was about to walk towards the parking lot.

"Sintia," called Reza as she ran towards Sintia.

"Well, what's up, Za?" asked Sintia who linked the two halis.

"I'll take you home" Reza said.

"Ti, no need Za. I can go home by myself" replied Sintia.

"But it will definitely trouble you," added Sintia again.

"No Sintia, I don't mind," said Reza who immediately opened the door for Sintia.

Feeling bad about Reza's treatment, Sintia finally accepted Reza's offer. No serious talk along the way. They just stay quiet with each other.

"What about Zidan Sintia's school?" tanya Reza opened the chat.

"Zidan is good, he feels so happy when he is at school" replied Sintia.

"Thank God, I'm glad to hear that, then" Reza said with a smile as she drove.

"Did his father ever visit or even just ask him how he is?" added Reza again.

Degs..

That question made Sintia feel uneasy. Sintia was confused as to what to answer because just this morning she met Panji.

"Synthea? Are you all right?" asked Reza who was astonished to see Sintia suddenly speechless.

"Sintia, are you okay?" asked Reza who still saw Sintia speechless.

"Ti, no. I'm fine" replied Sintia.

"Yes if you don't answer it is okay. You don't have to answer all my questions" said Reza, who was disappointed.

Hearing the statement made Sintia feel confused and unwell. But without feeling finally they arrived at the yard of Sintia's house.

"Thank you for taking me to Za" said Sintia as she walked out of the house.

"Yes Sintia together, but who is it?" point Reza at someone sitting in Sintia.

"Panji Mas? What's he doing here?" sintia inner murmur.

Reza got out of his car and took a closer look at who the man was.

"the banner? What's he doing here?" reza's inner murmur was clenching his right hand.

"So this is why you didn't want to talk to me this morning. So because of her you're avoiding me?" ask Panji who saw the arrival of Sintia and also her ex-husband.

"What do you mean?" ask Reza who approached Panji.

"Ah don't have much fun" cried Panji who was upset to see Sintia with Reza. Feeling jealous Panji immediately threw his punch on Reza's cheek.

Bugs..

Reza immediately fell down while receiving a hard blow from Panji's hand.

"What are you doing mas?" ask Sintia who directly helped Reza.

"Are you okay, Za? Your face is hurt," said Sintia who felt unable to see the tip of Reza's lips bleed.

"What are you doing Mas? You shouldn't have done this! Please get out of here before I call the citizens!" threaten Sintia who does not like what Panji does.

"But Sintia I just want to see Zidan, please meet me with my son" said Panji.

"No mas, get out of here!" pekik Sintia's.

"Alright if that's what you're asking. But I came here again to take Zidan," Panji said shortly before leaving.

Sintia who heard that immediately felt worried. Sintia is afraid that Panji is really taking Zidan away from her. After Panji's departure, Sintia tried to treat Reza's wounds.

"Wait here Za, I'll bring you a P3K box," said Sintia who immediately rushed in to find the P3K box.

While without answering Sintia's question, Reza just nodded and immediately sat in the room of Sintia's house. Reza held his wound that felt a little sore at the end of his lips.

"Damn it! Just watch out for you Panji! I'll avenge him" muttered Inner Reza.

A few seconds later Sintia arrives and immediately treats Reza's wounds.

"Sorry Za," said Sintia while rubbing the tip of Reza's lips with a cotton swab previously given alcohol.

"Aw," said Reza who felt pain when Sintia began to treat it.

"I'm sorry for the actions of Panji Za, I didn't expect that he would do that to you" Sintia said while treating Reza who now rubbed the wound with betadine.

"It's okay, maybe he's jealous. Besides, I would do the same thing if I were in her position, too" Reza said, holding her painful face.

"Thank you Sintia" said Reza when Sintia finished treating her.

"Yes Za together, this has become my duty" said Sintia.

"What did he say? Did you meet this morning?" tanya Reza who just remembered Panji's words.

Actually Sintia never wanted to tell Reza the problem. But after this incident, Sintia was forced to tell the truth. Slowly but surely Sintia began to tell the story this morning.

"Oh so because of this since the morning Sintia much daydreaming," muttered inner Reza.

"Yes, then I say goodbye, it's late afternoon. Thank you for treating me Sintia," said Reza who immediately rushed from Sintia's house.

"Yes Za, you're welcome. Be careful on the road" Sintia said shortly before Reza left.

Without even answering Reza just nodded her head. Reza immediately went home from the yard of Sintia's house. An hour later, Reza arrived home.

"Assalamualaikum" Reza said as he entered his home.

"Vaalaikumsalam. So why his face? What brother fights?" asked Arin who was so worried after seeing Reza's face.

"It's okay Rin, brother just fell," replied Reza who was forced to lie. Reza couldn't have told her the truth, Arin would have felt jealous if she knew that Reza was taking her home.

"Yes, my sister took a bath first, after that we ate yes," said Arin.

"Yes Rin," replied Reza who immediately rushed into his room.

Arin did not ask Reza much on purpose. Arin also felt very sure if the wound on Reza's face was not because of a fall, but like someone hit him.

"I know brother. Brother must be lying, right? I'm not a kid anymore brother that you can lie to. But who exactly did you argue with? What's the real problem?" inner murmur Arin monologue.

Although in her mind there were so many questions, but Arin tried to be ordinary in front of her husband.