The Crack of a Glass

107. You will know later ...

For a few minutes, Yoga kept letting Syakila cry until the girl felt quite calm.

"Do you feel much better now?" tanyakanya.

"Hm." Syakila nodded as she directed her gaze towards the car window. "Thank you, Yoga."

"Either. Oh yes ... do you live in this apartment?"

Syakila shook her head then wiped her tears back. It felt like his heart had been pierced by thousands of needles.

How not, just now he again caught his fiancee was having sex with the same woman.

The woman who is none other than her own best friend. What a smell he felt. The heart of the woman who is not sick witnesses her own friend who becomes a thorn in her relationship.

"I'd better take you home" Yoga bargained.

Syakila just nodded slowly while telling her home address. After that, Yoga starts the car engine and leaves the parking area to the destination.

Along the way, Syakila was silent only a thousand languages with an empty view ahead.

Seeing the state of the girl, somehow Yoga felt pity.

Infuriated ...

Angry ...

It clearly looks to be one. He hates men who like to play physically as well as cheating.

I think he wants to get back to beating this guy.

"Yes, I'm sorry if I was presumptuous. Was that guy ...?"

"He's my fiancee. But just now, I just broke off our relationship," she interrupted and then returned to wiping her tears that suddenly melted.

"Sorry ..."

"It's okay. I am thankful that he is not my husband yet. Allah is Most Just. It is not impossible that he will continue to have an affair behind my back," explained Sya with a breath.

"Haaah .. why is this girl the same fate as Azzura. Yet she could still be lucky for not being married to that bastard man, "inner Yoga.

Silence was created again until the vehicle driven by Yoga stopped right in front of the fence of the girl's house.

"Thank you, Yoga, I'll go in first. If you want to stop by for a minute. It seems like Brother Daffa is inside," She bargained.

"Wah ... once disturb kak Daffa is okay, yes" muttered Yoga in his heart and smiled faintly.

He opened the car door and followed the girl.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said the two shortly after being in the doorway.

"Waa'laikumsalam," replied Daffa and Kiya alternately.

"Yoga?! You're Yoga, right?!" ask Kiya.

"Yes, Brother. What's up Kiya has not seen in a long time. It turns out that Kiya's sister is in this city too" replied Yoga and then sat down next to Daffa with a nosy smile.

"Alhamdulillah, good Yoga," Kiya replied and then glanced at Sya who had gone up to the second floor.

"Yes, why? It doesn't seem like she's okay" Kiya said.

"Mas Daffa, Yoga, just a minute, I go to the kitchen first" said Kiya. Both of them just nodded slowly.

After Kiya died, Yoga nudged Daffa's shoulder.

"Wah Kak, it seems like sister is aggressively chasing after him," yoga goda.

"Yes that's it. Do you know, it's been the fourth year I'm still trying to melt her heart" I'm Daffa.

For a moment Yoga was silent, he knew very well what his cousin's struggle was like. Looking at Kiya, the widow of that one child, her nature was more or less like Azzura.

"Oh yeah, did you and Syakila make a pact? Come home anyway?" search Daffa.

"No Brother. I accidentally caught her fighting with her boyfriend. I couldn't bear it when he started to get desperate. So I helped him and I asked him to leave that man."

"What problem?" daffa Mumbles.

"His engagement was caught cheating. That's what I heard," concluded Yoga then leaned his back on the back of the sofa.

*******

"Belgium ... Maaas ..." call her while shaking her husband's body. "Mas!"

"Hmmm ... Baby, what's up?" whispered Genta was still half conscious.

"Maas .. I want to eat fried rice," whined Zu as she looked at her husband who was still lying down.

"Fried rice?" Genta sat himself down while restoring his hair. "What time is this, honey?"

Genta then directed his eyes towards the wall clock. His eyes immediately rounded perfectly because the clockwise direction had shown at half twelve in the night.

"Maas .. I want fried rice on the side of the road."

The eyes of the clapper are perfectly rounded again. His drowsiness immediately floated hearing his wife's nyeleneh request.

"Honey, it's late not necessarily a fried rice seller on the side of the road that is still open," protested Genta.

"But I want to, Mas," whined Zu again.

Genta sighed while stroking his wife's flat stomach. For the sake of the baby branch finally inevitably he moved from the bed.

He went to the dressing room and put on a shirt and took one of his wife's sweaters.

Shortly after returning to the room, he put the sweater on his wife's body and took her down to the first floor.

"Forced to go around this first," muttered Genta as well as feel funny.

Just now Azzura was about to open the main door, Nadirah's mom reprimanded.

"Zura, Genta?! Where are you going so late at night?" ask Nadirah as she approached the two.

"You're looking for fried rice on the side of the road, Mah" replied Genta.

The mother laughed and stroked his eldest son's arm. "Genta, the pregnant woman's desire is indeed strange. Understand it, son, it's because the grandpa wants to," explained Miss Nadirah.

"Hm." Genta.

"Oh yes, if the mother is not wrong, on the street xxx there is a fried rice seller staying up late. Looks like it's still open at this hour."

"Alhamdulillah .. yes yes already, me and Zu go first, Mah. Titip Ayya and Devan ya," said Genta.

"Yes, you guys be careful."

Genta and Azzura just nodded then immediately headed for the car. Again Azzura protested not wanting to ride a car but wanted to ride a motorcycle.

Although already persuaded, Azzura still kekeuh want to ride the bike. Inevitably, again Genta relented and was forced to obey his wife's wishes.

On the way, Azzura kept Genta chatting while hugging him tightly. Sometimes they both laugh and feel funny.

"It turns out exciting also riding a motorcycle alone with his wife, it feels like dating," muttered Genta in his heart while smiling to feel the warmth of his wife's embrace.

It did not take long, finally both of them arrived at the place where the fried rice stayed up late. And sure enough, in the hours that are fairly late, there are still customers who eat at the roadside stall.

"Mang, please make a special fried rice two servings yes. Just drink some anget tea," Genta said.

"Okay, Mama" replied Mamang.

"Honey, eaten fried rice," whispered Genta while holding his fingers. Azzura just nodded slowly.

After a few minutes of waiting, finally order a special fried rice and warm tea they were in between then served.

As before, Azzura just stared at the fried rice without touching. It was enough to just feel the smell that he was satisfied. A second later he shifted the plate towards Genta and asked him to eat it.

"Already expected," Genta's inner voice shook his head.

"Darling, what are you? It was at home whining to eat fried rice on the side of the road. The turn has been here the rice even diliatin doang. If this continues the weight of the mas can rise drastically," said Genta feel anxious.

A second later he chuckled and whispered, "Because you've forced the mas, then you'll have to pay."

"Pay?" zu asked a little confused. "I don't bring money, Mom. Didn't you just, um, bring the wallet?"

Again Genta felt anxious because Azzura did not understand his meaning. "Not pay money but ..."

"But what, Mas?"

"Later on you will know and can't refuse" Genta replied with a meaningful smile. After that, he continued eating.

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