The Crack of a Glass

103. Are you okay ...?

Five months later ...

Without feeling it has been five months Azzura and Genta underwent a household hick. After the marriage, the two chose to live in the area M.

Azzura chose to resign from her husband's foundation for the totality of being a housewife. She spent her days taking care of her son and husband.

But occasionally he also monitored the development of the late Nina's cake shop. All of Nina's assets and possessions, Azzura turned them over to her son.

All he did because it was Devan's right as the biological son of Nina.

In the midst of his happiness as a wife and mother, there is sadness and disappointment that he felt because until this moment he did not get pregnant.

But Genta still gave him spirit and always comforted him. Azzura often blames himself.

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While looking at the pool water from the lounge chair, Azzura suddenly remembered the words of her ex-husband who accused her of barrenness.

His memory turned again as Close pushed him hard and his stomach hit the end of the table. Feeling unsatisfied ex her husband stepped on his stomach without mercy at that time.

Instantly Azzura immediately sobbed while smothering his mouth to muffle the sound of his crying.

While Genta who was in his study still seemed busy with his work.

After completing his report, he came out of his study and went to his children's room for a while.

He went to his room and opened the door. His eyebrows immediately linked when he did not find the whereabouts of his wife in the room.

"Kok, nothing? Where the hell is he?" he muttered and continued his steps down the stairs.

After a few minutes of searching, he finally caught his wife crying.

A sight that always makes him feel sorry. He slowly approached her and sat down in front of her.

"Dear." Genta wiped away his wife's tears and sat in the chair. Took him into his arms and then stroked his head.

"Mas, forgive me," he said softly.

For the umpteenth time the apology was again heard in Genta's ears. He kissed the top of his wife's head while whispering, "You're never wrong, honey. So don't apologize."

Azzura fluttered as she stroked her husband's clay chest and buried her face in the recess of his neck.

Genta knew what his wife was thinking and what she was crying about.

"Honey .. happiness and household harmony are not always of descent. But if we want it, believe me we will soon get it by continuing to pray and try," whispered Genta as well as giving him encouragement. "Give everything to God, He will surely give us descendants when He has entrusted us."

Azzura remained unmoved in his arms. Feeling the warm loving embrace of her husband. Truly she feels to be the luckiest woman to have an understanding husband like her.

"We can still try, anyways mas is still strong," he joked and then chuckled. "Well, it's cold in here and it's late."

"Mas."

"Hm."

"I want to eat fried rice."

"Well, I'll buy it."

Azzura shook his head. "I don't want to be bought. It wants fried rice made by Mas himself," he whined.

"Can, but if it's not nice can not protest," replied Genta and then chuckled.

"No problem, Mas, the important thing is that fried rice made by Mas."

"Yes, let's go in" he asked.

Azzura nodded as she hugged her husband's arm and headed for the kitchen.

"Darling, what's the fried rice going to do? Sausage, eggplant or pentolan?"

"As for Mas only," she said, accompanying her husband in the kitchen.

He only became a spectator, because he felt sleepy finally he chose to go to the lounge and lay his body on the sofa.

Twenty minutes later ...

"Darling, wakeup. The fried rice is ready," he whispered as he stroked his cheek.

"Yes, my mom?" Azzura slowly changed her position to sit down. He only saw the fried rice at a glance on the sofa table.

"You're bribed, no" asked Genta.

Azzura shook his head and replied, "I'm full, Mas."

Genta frowned and was confused by his wife's unusual attitude.

"How's that? Just taste it yet how do you want to be full?" his protest. He also scooped his fried rice a spoonful and wanted to feed Azzura but his wife refused.

"No, Mas. Just make it." After that, he paused and continued his steps towards the room.

"Ck, I'm tired of making it, even not eating, strange," grumbled Genta then returned to the kitchen and then save the fried rice.

Shortly after being in the room, he returned to his head when he found his wife had fallen asleep.

He slowly stroked his cheek and landed a kiss on his forehead.

"Maaaas," he whispered as he was disturbed. He asked Genta to lie down next to him.

Dutifully Genta complied and took her into his arms.

"Tumben he didn't protest?" muttered Genta in his heart and then smiled.

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In the morning, as usual, her initial routine must take care of the children first and only her husband.

While helping Genta button up his clothes, her husband slowly cupped his face.

"Darling, are you okay? You're not sick anymore, are you?" he asked worriedly as Azzura's face looked lethargic and pale.

"No, Mom, I'm fine. It's just that my head is a little dizzy," she admitted, wrapping her hands around her husband's waist and looked up.

Pt ...

One kiss landed on his forehead. She immediately commented on the smile and buried her face in the chest of her husband's field while inhaling deeply the scent of her perfume.

More ... Genta feels strange with his wife's unusual attitude that tends to be spoiled for him.

After feeling satisfied, Azzura took off her arms.

"Mas, why the hell, your official clothes are very tight on the body? Not crowded what?" his protest.

Genta chuckled at his chatter and replied, "It's not tight but must maintain a diet so that his body stays awake and his clothes automatically fit."

"Oh." It's just ber oh ria. "Yes, let's go down. The kids must have been waiting."

Shortly after being on the first floor, Ayya and Devan protested for a long wait.

"I'm sorry, honey," Zu said, embracing the two. "Yuk ... breakfast first, after that go to school with dad. Noon replace the mother who picked up with Dedek Devan."

"Yes, Mother."

After breakfast, Azzura drove the two to the front door.

"Honey, Ayya's father and sister left first huh. Devan with mother and aunt only," said Genta then kissed and then lowered it from his sling."

"Be careful, my dear, dear" said Zu, kissing the back of her husband's hand and then peeping the top of the princess's head.

Azzura squatted to align her body with the son and waved her hand.

After the death of her husband and daughter, she invited Devan back to the living room.

"Ssssttt .. My head really hurts? Where's the nausea again?" he said softly shortly after landing his butt on the sofa while massaging his forehead.

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