The Unused Taste

Making Friends with Wounds

Raina woke up this morning, when the clock was six o'clock, although it was a little late for her to carry out her obligations, at what time of the night he fell asleep which he remembered he was performing his prayers and at that time the clock showed at two in the morning. With tears that he has not yet managed to recede, in his prostration he only asked to be able to achieve his dream and be met by his biological family.

Although his ego mapped that he would not want to be with Aksa, but his heart said something else, he felt great pain, also his heart that felt empty made him not want to ask God for anything, he only let the pain eat away at his heart at this moment.

He sure could forget Aksa despite having to go through this difficult time alone. Raina chose to accept and try to enjoy all the process. Although in his little heart he was not sure he could forget the figure of Aksa in his life.

Raina folded her parasitic face, curled back in the blanket, no matter how many times she ignored the knock on the door, and the hotel phone that came in, she knew Aksa would do that. With red and swollen eyes, a flushed nose and disheveled hair Raina returned to hide behind the blanket, this morning the air was very cold because before dawn it was raining very heavily, as if racing with his tears that until now have not shrunk.

The night before she fell asleep tired of crying, Raina had blocked Aksa's mobile number, she did not want to talk about anything, because it would only hurt her heart even more.

When her eyes wanted to get back out of the clear liquid, Raina was surprised by some of the messages in her conversation app. It was written if the senior returned to receive a job for him, make up the child of a Semarang city area official.

Raina busied herself by replying to some incoming chat, she deliberately shifted her hurt feelings. And he was determined to put an end to his tears, refocus in the real world that was in front of him.

Ignoring the pain in her heart, she prepared to take care of all her clothes and luggage, went to take a bath to refresh herself, ignored breakfast and only drank the warm tea she ordered. Raina heads down to the lobby leaving the hotel which has incised painful memory wounds.

Raina was still limping because her legs had not yet fully recovered, as she wanted to get into the elevator, a pair of eyes looked at her worriedly, Raina who today wears a white shirt outfit combined with a casual blezer and black jeans and a white sneaker was seen walking with a blank look. Until she didn't realize anyone was watching her as she walked out of her room.

"Are you okay?"

"Hem? ah.. I-yes I'm good."

Raina replied stammeredly, she commented a smile to Dimitry who was also seen wearing a casual t-shirt, Raina was a little surprised, because she just saw Dimitry wearing casual clothes, unlike when she met before.

"Want breakfast with me? I came here by myself so still do not understand anything, I also rarely visit Indonesia."

"Alright sir," After weighing long enough, Raina finally agreed to Dimitry's invitation at least as a thank you for helping him several times.

Raina and Dimitry walk side by side, both heading for the restaurant, after which Dimitry carries Raina's suitcase and is left in the lobby, though Raina is reluctant to eat breakfast.

The two sat face to face, and ordered food, whereas Raina ordered fried rice even though she was unsure if she could finish her breakfast today.

"Eat Rain, why did you just stir it up earlier?" Dimitry opened the conversation because seeing Raina had not yet put any food into his mouth, he just sipped a lemon tea.

"Heemmmmh.... I-yes sir."

Raina replied stammeredly, she looked uncomfortable and always looked brooding.

"Wear it, this will make you a little comfortable," Dimitry held out the brown glasses he brought to Raina, saying, she knew that Raina was uncomfortable because her swollen eyes and black circumference were visible despite being covered with the foundation Raina was wearing.

"What's wrong, sir."

"Wear it, also don't call me sir. I'm not comfortable with that call."

Dimitry put down his spoon, he looked at Raina's netra, took the glasses he gave and put them on Raina. "Call me brother if so."

"uh? brother?"

"Yes, is that excessive?"

"No sir, emmm I mean k-sister."

"Good, that's better."

Both of them had breakfast with small talk, and without realizing from a distance of several meters there was a pair of eyes that had been staring intently at him, paying attention to whatever the two were doing. Even though he was with his extended family.

Raina looked comfortable looking around, as if she could hide behind her brown glasses. He turned his head to the right after hearing the sound of a quite boisterous laugh. But at once his heart again throbbed pain.

Until the pain was felt in each of his fingers, he tightly grasped the spoon and fork in his hand. Opened his mouth to scoop up oxygen, because suddenly his chest felt tight.

There Aksa and her family are enjoying breakfast with Alina Parveen's family and it is clearly seen if Aksa sits side by side with Alina, Raina bows her head when the clear circle falls back on her cheek. He seemed to be misbehaving because he realized Aksa's gaze was dragging towards him.

Raina sipped her drink and said goodbye to Dimitry who looked confused because Raina suddenly said goodbye to go home soon. And he could only nod his head and say a few words to Raina.

With a quick step and teased Raina left the restaurant and headed for the loby, after which she went into the toilet to wipe her tears and improve her mood.

Raina walked straight towards the loby and as she had descended her last rung, in a slightly wide room, her hand was pulled roughly making Raina stop her steps.

"Let's..."

"We need to talk Rain."

"Sorry, there is no longer nothing for Mr. Aksa to talk about."

Aksa frowned when Raina called him master.

"Rain, please, you're not the only one who's hurt here."

As the words came out, Raina stared pushyly at Aksa, accompanied by a mocking smile but tears coming back down.

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