You don't need to worry

Nizam opened the door through the remote control of his apartment. As soon as the door opened, from outside Cyntia immediately burst in. Her eyes glanced here and there and immediately found Alena sitting on the sofa.

"Alena .. honey ... How are you? What happened to you?" Cyntia asked repeatedly like a bullet fired in a state of war.

"Wow .. wow .. calm down Cyntia. I'm fine. You don't need to worry." Alena hugged Cyntia who looked very panicked.

"I was very scared, Alena. She said my father had an accident. I was so panicked and immediately hysterical. Moreover, my father and mother's cellphones were not active. Finally I managed to contact my sister who lives not far from my parents' house. So that she could go straight there and see Dad's condition. . Turns out that my dad is fine. You bastard who plays with other people's feelings. " Cyntia spoke incessantly.

"When I came back about an hour later. I didn't see you .. I thought you were going with Edward. I sat waiting. I tried to call you and it turned out that your bag was left on the chair. When I was about to call Edward, it turned out that my cellphone died because it ran out of battery. "Cyntia gasped. Cyntia saw someone handing her a glass of cold water. With joy, Cyntia took it and took a sip at once. She is very thirsty.

"Thank you" he said while giving the empty glass to the person while glancing at him.

"Oh My God ..." Cyntia shouted in surprise as she stood up and looked at the person who handed her a drink was Nizam. It was like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

"So the one who helped you was You Nizam. Those people asked me to go see Alena. They said you were in danger but someone was helping. He then didn't say anything else. And when I didn't want to come with him, I almost dragged him away.

Because I was worried about you I was willing to get into his car muttering and praying that we were all right. I held your bag Alena while wondering. If it turns out you went with Edward. Why did you leave your bag on the table? That means you're right inside. danger." Cyntia was chirping again.

"Oh my God ... is it true that you are Nizam .. how is that possible?" Cyntia really screwed up. She said while surrounding Nizam looking closely. She is still not sure there is Nizam in front of her.

Alena giggled at Cyntia who kept staring at Nizam from toe to head. Nizam became very embarrassed especially when later Cyntia with her fingertips pressed Nizam's arm to make sure that what was in front of her was a person and not a statue. Nizam was immediately taken aback when Cyntia pressed his arm. He reflexively removed Cyntia's hand from his arm. Alena laughed more at the reaction of Nizam and Cyntia.

"Why did this iceberg help you? Didn't he care about you all this time? Does he know you almost died of sadness when he always refused ... mmmf .. mmf " Not finished Cyntia said Alena had covered Cyntia's mouth with her hand.

"Shut up, Cyntia! Don't talk carelessly." Alena's face turned red.

Nizam looked at her with happy smiles. How unhappy to hear that Alena loved him so much.

Cyntia removed Alena's hand from her mouth.

"Tell me about the complete incident .. Oh yes, Nizam .. Cyntia turned to Nizam. But she did not speak. Instead, she saw lipstick marks on Nizam's neck, cheeks, and forehead.

"What does this mean .. Cyntia pointed to Alena's lipstick marks that stuck to Nizam.

"What have you done? Oh my God, Alena. How dare you and Nizam kiss... And you are Nizam I didn't think you would dare kiss Alena. I thought you were a pious man." Cyntia grumbled.

Nizam's eyes widened. "You don't talk carelessly. Ask your best friend who kissed whom?" Nizam glanced at Alena. "Damn... I forgot to delete it earlier" Nizam said to himself. He then rubbed Alena's lipstick marks on his face, neck, and forehead.

Cyntia glared intently at Alena.

Alena blushed silently. "You owe me a lot of explanation, Alena." Cyntia hissed fiercely.

"Okay ladies because it is very late. Let's go home. I'll take you." Nizam asked Cyntia and Alena to get ready to go home.

"Nizam .. my wet clothes are in your bathroom .." Alena could not finish talking because Cyntia interrupted her conversation.

"Your clothes are wet ?? In the bathroom ?? What were you doing? Really... You guys."

"Enough Cyntia. You don't say anything else. I'll explain everything later." Alena looked annoyed because Cyntia had been nagging.

"Alena just leave your clothes there, let the laundry clerk take care of it later. Now let's go home." Nizam opened the door to his apartment. There, two people who were picking up Cyntia were seen standing at the door.

Alena and Cyntia looked at each other, surprised to see the two guards. Who is Nizam? why should everything be protected?

Nizam seemed to say to one of the guards.

"Ali... I want to take them, you wait here."

Ali seemed to frown.

"But my lord Prince I do not dare to let go of yourself. It's already very late. The prince may also be tired."

Nizam shook his head.

"No Ali ... I'll take it myself. You can follow me if you want to.

Finally, the guards relented. Then Fuad deliberately walked first because he had to get the car out of the garage. Nizam was driving the car alone in front. He didn't want to be accompanied by anyone, so finally Alena and Cyntia sat in the back. The guards followed behind in another car.

Along the way, Alena and Cyntia continued to talk while whispering as if they were afraid that Nizam would hear them. Nizam just glanced through the rearview mirror of the car. Mixed feelings. He was a little confused as to why he could let two girls in his car.

Suddenly Nizam's cellphone rang. Nizam immediately touched the cellphone screen to answer the phone. It happened that he was using a hands-free.

Nizam seemed to say hello and then spoke in his National language. Obviously, Alena and Cyintia didn't understand.

"Nizam my son, how are you?" Asked the crossed...

"Thank God, Mother."

"Nizam this holiday. You have to go home first, there is an important conversation we have to do."

Nizam was silent. He already knew what his mother was going to tell him. This must be about Rheina... The only daughter of the prime minister in his kingdom. Uncle Salman, the most influential person in his kingdom. surpassing the influence and power of his father as King in the Azura kingdom.

Nizam saw Alena's pretty face from the rearview mirror. He suddenly felt sad. Could his love for Alena be successful? why did he feel there was such a solid separation wall between him and Alena?