The Crack of a Glass

104. May my guess be correct ...

"Son Zu?" the Tegur bi Titin. He sat next to Azzura and looked at her with anxiety.

"Bi," he said softly and then laid his head on the lap of bi Titin. "Bi, can you please massage my head for a moment? Suddenly my head is dizzy."

"Devan too, Mother," he said.

Azzura smiled as he extended his hand so that his son would come closer. "Yes, the massage is both the same aunt."

Bi Titin painstakingly massaged her head gently while looking at the pale face of Azzura.

Feeling a gentle massage from bi Titin, at once, he remembered his late mother. "Thank you, Bi, I feel like I'm being spoiled by my mom."

Bi Titin only smiled at the words of her master. "Even aunts already think of you as an aunt's own child. Do you feel good now? You better rest in the room, son. Aunty's gonna bring you some headache medication."

"Thank you, Bi," he said.

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A few hours passed ...

After taking the medicine and taking a short rest, Azzura felt a little better. Before leaving to pick up Ayya she first contacted her husband.

The clapper that had just entered and was about to land his butt in his chair immediately reached into his pants pocket.

"Assalamu'alaikum, dear."

"Waa'laikumsalam, Mas. Can I ask for help?"

"What the hell, that doesn't make you," Genta replied with a faint smile.

"Mas, I want to eat sweet martabak. Buyin yes," pinta Zu.

Suddenly his wife's strange request made Genta's eyes bully.

"Dear, are you kidding me? No one sells sweet martabak at this hour."

"Maaaaas, but I'm interested" whined Zu from across the phone.

Genta sighed while massaging his forehead. Either have to buy where the sweet martabak in broad daylight.

"Insyaallah .. mas will try. But you have to promise to eat it. Don't be like last night" he protested.

"Yes, Mas," Zu replied with prayers. "Yes, I closed the phone first because I want to pick up Ayya."

"Yes, Honey. Be careful on the road, yes" Genta messages and disconnects the phone call.

He rested his back on his chair while massaging his forehead down to the base of his nose.

"Where should I find a sweet martabak at this hour? Strangely enough, his request. If you don't eat it again, then I will eat it as punishment" muttered Genta with a meaningful smile.

He also glanced at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. "An hour's left."

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Upon arrival at school, Azzura appears to join some of the guardians who are waiting for their children.

His presence was always the center of attention at that school. Not because of him but the son who paras bule.

Shortly after, the sound of the school bell was heard. After waiting for a few minutes, Ayya ran up to him while calling her sister.

"Your mother, Dedek Devan." A smile of prayer was immediately engraved on the beautiful and sweet face of the little girl.

"Alhamdulillah, it's come back. Yuk, we glide now," Zu asked while chuckling.

"Yes, Mother," Ayya replied, wearing a helmet.

After that, he began to drive his motorbike to leave the school parking lot. About thirty minutes drive the motorbike, they finally arrived home.

Azzura's smile immediately rose on his face when he found his vehicle parked in the garage.

"Oma and grandpa!!" pekik Ayya and Devan then immediately get off the bike without waiting for the mother.

The two immediately greeted Oma and her grandfather who was sitting in the living room.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Mah, Well, it's been a while?" zu asked shortly after landing his butt next to Mama.

"Just now, son. Your kangen, it feels so lonely since you moved house," replied mama.

"Just stay with us here, Mah, Yah" Zu suggested.

"It can't be, son, because I have responsibilities at some Foundation."

"Well, stay here for a long time" pinta Zu hugged the in-laws spoiled.

Mr. Nadirah and Mr. Dirgantara just chuckled at the request of his son-in-law.

Towards the zhuhur prayer, he first helped bi Titin prepare lunch. Once finished, he also invited his in-laws and children to eat including bi Titin.

After finishing lunch then continued with congregational prayers, they returned to the lounge while watching interspersed with small chatter.

Hours later, Azzura is seen accompanying her daughter on PR, while Devan is seen playing with Oma and her grandfather.

Not long after, the sound of Genta vehicles was heard from the direction of the car garage. Bak had memorized the sound of the vehicle, Devan immediately ran a small approach to the main door.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said.

"Waa'laikumsalam," answered those inside including Devan who was behind the door.

Genta carefully turned the door handle and opened it. He smiled when he found his son welcoming him. He immediately carried her and took her to the lounge.

"Genta, tumben's coming home at this hour?" ask dad.

He glanced at his wife and then sighed. "Well, what else, Dad. I have to go around first looking for a sweet martabak seller for Azzura. Thankfully could. I know for myself right, this hour no one has opened yet," he explained then put the sweet martabak on the sofa table.

Father and mother just smiled at him while shaking their heads.

"Sorry," said Zu spoiledly.

"It's okay, honey," he replied and sat behind him holding Devan. "That's the hammer, must be eaten huh."

Azzura opened the package and took out the box martabak. He also called bi Titin and his father-in-law ate sweet martabak was no exception husband and son.

Instead of eating he just looked at the martabak. Just like last night he said he was full.

Genta could only shake his head while feeling anxious with his wife's strange attitude.

"Darling, mas to the top first change clothes," his permission.

"Yes, let me accompany you" he quipped and answered with a nod of the head.

Shortly after being in the room, Genta immediately hugged him with anxiety and whispered, "Because you don't want to eat the hammer, let the mas eat you, hmm."

Azzura immediately chuckled. "So keen, Mas. But when I saw the hammer, I didn't want to."

Genta took her sitting on the side of the bed while holding her. "Indeed, I painstakingly persuaded the seller to make it for you."

"Sorry," whispered Zu and buried her face in the recess of her husband's neck. "Mas."

"Hmm, what's wrong?" whispered Genta then kissed his forehead.

"My head is still sick, nauseous even as if to cheer up. But after taking the medicine a little bit. It's just that my head is still dizzy" he admitted.

"Nausea ...? Dizziness ...? Does my wife not-don't contain anymore huh?" guess Genta in his heart with a faint smile.

"Later in the afternoon, let's check it out" suggested Genta with a heart of flowers.

Although not yet valid, but he can guess if his wife is pregnant. In addition to the change in his attitude that suddenly changed.

He again kissed Azzura's forehead and then stroked her stomach. "Alhamdulillah .. May my guess be true," said Genta.