The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 11: Mother titip Azzura

After the death of doctor Aida and Tiara's sister, Azzura sat beside her mother while Nanda chose to sit in a chair next to a bed of patients Bu Isma.

"Azzura, Nanda .. Why are your faces bent like this, son?" mother asked, holding both hands of the girl.

Both Azzura and Nanda were simply unmoved. But Azzura's tears immediately melted and hugged her mother.

"Dear why are you, son?" ask mom again.

"It's okay, ma'am. I'm just happy that mom has improved" Zu lied.

That is not what makes her tears melt but she is saddened by the treatment and behavior of her husband who arbitrarily towards her.

"May you heal quickly. After mom recovers, the three of us will take a walk to the top" Zu said, wiping away her tears.

"Tante .. if only auntie knew what happened to Azzura, I'm sure auntie would have asked Azzura to leave that jerk behind," Nanda murmured in her heart and felt indignant given the figure of Close.

"Nanda .. I'll leave mom for a minute. I want to buy something," Zu and Nanda replied with a nod. "Mom, I'll stay a while, yeah" she said.

Ms. Isma just nodded then smiled. After saying goodbye, Azzura quickly left her mother's nursery and went to the hospital garden.

He chose to sit on one of the park benches under the shade trees found in the park. He sighed violently looking at the hospital visitors who were swooping on their families.

He paused for a moment thinking about his fate ahead. The shadow of Close's rude treatment before Laura made it completely unappreciated, not to mention when staring at the two who were only wearing towels like they had sex. What a smell he felt.

Instantly his tears immediately flowed, he sobbed and could not help his desire to spill his tears.

Without him noticing from a distance Yoga continued to look at him and then stepped small towards him.

In between her cries, Yoga thrust a tissue right next to her and called her name.

"Zu."

The sound of yoga that greeted him suddenly made him look up to see who was reprimanding him.

"Yoga" he softly grabbed the tissue and wiped his tears still dripping from his beautiful eyes.

Yoga landed his butt right next to Azzura and stared fixedly at the beautiful face of the hijab woman.

"What are you doing here?" cecar Yoga's. ''What makes you so sad that you cry like this?"

"I just swiped at my mother" Zu replied with a gasp.

"So before the agreement ..." Yoga speech interrupted.

"Yes, I took my time to take my mother to the front of the operating room," Zu continued and rubbed his eyes again which now looked swollen.

"What operation?" tanya Yoga is a little curious.

"Breast cancer" said Zu. "Yoga ... to be honest I'm afraid of losing my mother, let alone her cancer it's stage 4. I didn't know how much longer my mother would last. I am obviously afraid of losing him. You see, my mother is the only one I have right now," she said again and again wiped away the clear crystal that had begun to fall on her cheek.

"Did Mr. Close know if your mother was sick?" follow Yoga with a frown.

Azzura only nodded his head while looking down and was forced to lie. She doesn't want Yoga to know that Close has never met her mother.

Yoga just shook his eyes at the pity of Azzura's face.

Both of them were silent for a moment to feel the gentle breeze blowing through. It felt cool and soothing for a moment. Azzura closed her eyes for a moment while taking a deep breath to neutralize her feelings again.

Yoga just looks at him in silence, admiring and feeling his heart there is something difficult to understand.

"Yoga, I'm sorry .. how can you be in this hospital?" ask Zu.

"My brother works here" he replied. "He's a surgeon at this hospital" he explained with a smile.

Azzura just nodded. At least talking to Yoga made him slightly remove the burden in his heart.

"Zu, can I go see your mother?"

"Of course you can" Zu replied and smiled. "Let me take you. Mother's nursery is in ward 3."

Yoga just nodded then followed Azzura's footsteps. The two stepped together towards that nursery.

upon arriving at her mother's nursery, Ms. Isma returned to comment on a smile.

"Darling, is this your husband, son?" ask Ms. Isma with prayer.

Azzura and Nanda looked at each other.

"Come, son," asked Ms. Isma on Yoga.

"Mom, he's buk .." again Zu's words were cut off.

"Honey .. Why are you? Aren't you happy if your husband comes to visit you?" search Bu Isma.

While Yoga looks relaxed, even he suspects that Close has not seen his mother-in-law since the two were married.

Azzura looked at Yoga then turned to Nanda then gave the code.

"Zu." Yoga seemed to nod as he blinked his eyes if he did not have a problem.

"Son, come here" said Bu Isma to Yoga.

Yoga finally approached, and pulled the chair near the patient's bed and sat on it.

Without hesitation, Yoga grasped the hand of Ms. Isma while looking at her. "Mom, is there anything you want to tell me?" ask Yoga.

"Thank you, son, for accepting your only mother's daughter." Ms. Isma grabbed Azzura's hand and placed it on the back of Yoga's hand.

"Mother" said Zu and looked at Yoga with eyes now glazed over. He felt guilty for the man.

But again Yoga just nodded then blinked both eyes giving code so that Azzura remained relaxed.

"Son, from this second onwards, I'm bringing Azzura to you, love her, love her, and teach her if she's wronged you. Never be rude let alone play hands with him. You better give her back to Mom than you do the KDRT."

Mother paused for a moment her sentence while staring at the two alternately. While Nanda who stood behind Azzura and Yoga instead cried and went straight out of the nursery of Bu Isma.

How not, he could not hear the next sentence. Especially considering Azzura who had just received rough treatment from her own husband. Nanda sat on the chair while sobbing.

While in the room, Ms. Isma resumed her sentence.

"Son, since our childhood Azzura was well educated, even the slightest Mother and late father never hurt him let alone beat him. So please treat Azzura with your affection" said the mother with tears that had now melted.

"Mother" said Zu, sobbing.

"Mother, I promise to take care of this mother's care, I also promise to protect her, love her and love her" said Yoga then glanced at Azzura who was now sobbing.

"Yoga" she looked at her husband's assistant.

"Son, I don't know how much longer you're gonna last. At least if something happens to Mom, I can leave quietly because there are you who will take care of Azzura," continued Bu Isma while stroking Yoga's shoulders and smiling at Azzura.

Azzura's tears were flowing down her cheeks. Her mother's last words made her chest hit like a rock.

Stuff ...

That's how he feels right now. Not much different from Yoga, he could not help his tears to hear the last sentence of Ms. Isma.

The room was silent for a moment all that was heard was the soft sound of Azzura's crying. Before finally Ms. Isma rebuked him.

"Darling, son, don't cry. Everything will be fine" Ms. Isma said.

Azzura just nodded. While Yoga he took off his hand from Bu Isma and asked permission to talk to Azzura outside the room.

Shortly after being outside the hospital room. The two sat in a waiting chair while Nanda went nowhere.

"Zu, I'm sorry if I'm so presumptuous and your mother thinks I'm your husband. I didn't mean ..." Speech interrupted.

"Nothing Yoga. Actually I was a little worried. But yes, it is, it is already done. Forgive my mother yes" said Zu.

"Nothing doesn't matter. Just relax. Oh yeah, then I went to my sister's office first huh. If your mother asks, just tell me I have a sudden business."

"All right, thank you."

Yoga just smiled and raised both thumbs.

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