The Crack of a Glass

119. Think of me as a friend or a sister

After leaving Yoga, Clarissa was still standing in place while reviewing the speech that was thrown from the psychologist.

It had been the last week he had been in that place but for that long, he was still reluctant to reveal the problem.

"It hurts too much if it has to be remembered and told," he said in his heart.

But the last sentence of Yoga just now instantly made his heart soften a little.

"Trust .. something that keeps haunting us, it doesn't feel good. But if you try to forget it and get up, I believe you can escape from that dark shadow."

While Yoga who is now in his work room seems to be massaging the base of his nose.

A second later he grabbed Clarissa's patient map and went back to reading sheet by sheet about the girl.

"Yoga .. come on .. don't give up. Rest assured that you can heal and bring the girl back to her normal state" he told himself.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Instantly the face of the crossbred girl adorned her mind when staring at her hazel-colored bead.

The pair of eyes again reminded her of Azzura's beautiful eyeballs. It's just a different color.

Yoga held onto her chest that was suddenly pounding. After four years passed, the pounding was back he felt.

"What's this about? This situation I never felt when I was with Sya," muttered Yoga then back massaged the base of his nose.

He glanced at the watch that was coiled around his wrist. "It's almost four o'clock, '" he murmured. I'd better see how he is."

Yoga returned to Clarissa's nursery. A moment after being in front of the door, he knocked and slowly opened it.

Instantly he was filled to look at the girl who was asleep in a curled position while hugging her legs.

Because of his heartlessness, Yoga slowly approached him and patted him on the cheek.

"Clarissa ... Rissa?!"

Feeling like being touched by someone, he spontaneously changed his position to sit up in shock and then shouted hysterically.

"Don't!!! No!!! Don't do that to me again!! Please release me!!! I'm mohooon!! Help me!!! Toloo!!!!" the girl shouted as she continued to cross her hands on her chest as if defending herself.

Yoga immediately grabbed her with teary eyes. Can't bear to see his condition that really looks urgency and fear.

Even in her arms, the girl was still hysterical as she thrashed to free herself.

"Clarissa Saraswati!! I'ts me!! Yoga, psychologist!!" firm yoga with a tone one octave higher.

After that he unraveled his arms and then held the two shoulders of the girl and shook her a little.

"Conscious!! You are safe here," said Yoga feeling pity at her. After that he grabbed a glass of water that was on top of the nightstand closet and gave it to him. "This ... drink first and then calm yourself" whispered Yoga.

With trembling hands, Clarissa grabbed the glass and gulped it down to the toilet.

Hygiene ...

Yoga sighed softly then tidied up the girl's long hair that looked as disheveled as Kunti's Mbak hair. 😆️

Clarissa just flinching while looking down with her body still trembling. For a few minutes, Yoga gave her time to calm herself down.

After feeling that the girl was starting to look calm, Yoga sat down before her while looking at her face fixedly.

"Do you want to be like this? Continued to fall with those frightening shadows? Until when?" cecar Yoga's.

"Until when are you going to keep closing yourself up and keep getting stuck with that trauma? Don't you want to heal? Do you not want to enjoy the beauty of the outside world again with people who care and care for you? Tell me!" cecar Yoga again while sighing violently.

Clarissa lowered her head in tears at a series of questions from the Psychologist.

"Aren't you looking out for your parents who worry about you every second. Until they're willing to leave you here just to see you back to normal?"

"Then ..what is my role as a psychologist if it's not usual to help you. I feel like I failed here."

There was no answer but only the sound of the girl's cry was heard with her body still trembling.

"If you feel hard about telling the truth because I'm a stranger to you, then think of me as your best friend or brother."

"Whatever you want to say please express it so that I can provide the best solution," said Yoga while holding the girl's hand and strengthening her.

Slowly Clarissa looked up at Yoga. The sincerity of the man back made his heart begin to soften.

"Well, it's time for me to go home. Calm yourself and rest assured if you can definitely get through everything you have experienced before," said Yoga then took off his hand and slowly stepped towards the door.

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The night ...

At the residence of Genta and Azzura .. both seemed to be sitting in a lounge with bi Titin.

Since then Genta continues to hold his son while inviting him to talk. While the other one is being carried by bi Titin.

"Sir Zu, aunty so remembered when Devan was a baby," chirped bi Titin then smiled thinly and then looked at Genta. "Did you remember? At that time Nak Genta did not want to release Devan from his carrier."

Azzura and Genta immediately chuckled. "Surely at that time, Mas seemed to be a real husband. Yes no Mas. Ngaku hayoo?" ledek Zu's.

"Kok, you know what, honey," he said, then chuckled and confirmed. "Finally a real husband, too. To produce Fattah Faatih."

"If they don't go home at most to stay at Galuh's house. You know for yourself if they have met must have forgotten the time," said Genta.

"Yes yes, Mas," replied Zu.

"Son Zu, let it go. They have rarely met, either" said bi Titin. "You'd better take your son to his room anyways since he's been asleep."

"Yes, Bi."

After putting baby F into the baby box, Azzura returned again to the first floor while accompanying bi Titin preparing dinner.

The two at once seemed to chat even occasionally laugh together until dinner dishes were ready to be served and arranged neatly on the dining table.

Shortly afterwards, Genta approached the two and sat down in the chair next to his wife.

"Bi, honey, let's eat now. My stomach is hungry" I'm Genta.

The three began to eat the dinner together until the end.

A few minutes passed ...

Genta chose to go to his study to complete several office reports while checking the progress report of his school foundation.

An hour later after finishing all his work, he leaned his back for a moment while closing his eyes.

A second later he received a letter from the court sent to his office this morning.

He smiled sinisterly staring at the letter as well as feeling furious.

"It turns out you're reckless too" he murmured. "I hope you don't have a stroke after the court's decision remains on my side."

Genta then folded the letter back and placed it back on the table. Recalling the figure of Devan's biological father, it felt as if his blood was immediately boiling.

Azzura opened the door and brought him a warm cup of coffee.

"Darling, why do you bother. If you can, don't move too much. I'm worried about the surgery on your stomach, the length of time it's healed" said Genta.

Azzura only commented on the smile and placed the coffee cup on the table.

"Come here," Pinta Genta quietly pulled his arm and then took him to sit on his lap.

Azzura smiled again, cupped her husband's face and put her forehead together. A second later she briefly kissed her husband's thin lips.

"What's up, Mom? It seems you are thinking of something again" whispered Zu as she stroked her husband's bare chest.

"It's okay, honey. Mas want at the inauguration, you accompany Mas. A pride for you if you are present there," replied Genta.

"Goddess, Mas. That means the twins have to come along too."

"Hm." Genta nodded then gently stroked the incision in Azzura's stomach.

"Mas, drink coffee mumpung again angel," Zu pinta then moved from the lap of her husband. After that she left her husband and went to the baby room Fattah Faatih.

After Azzura died, Genta's smile was again etched on his face. He stroked his lips in light of the brief kiss from his wife just now.

"Haaah, the sudden, gentle treatment always makes me baper even though he doesn't always show it" Genta murmured. "Honestly, I even envy my children who are always numbered together. While I ..."

Genta did not continue his sentence but laughed funny. After finishing his coffee, he tidied up his desk.

Just as he was about to get out of his chair, his phone shook. When he saw the name of the contact who called him, he immediately replied.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Galuh. Are you going to take the kids home now?" askinya to the point.

"Waa'laikumsalam, Bang. They're already asleep. Ketapean play," Galuh replied while chuckling.

"Where have you guys been? I don't remember time. Azzura was worried, "genta.

"We're from night tourism, Bang. Tomorrow I'll take them home. The kids are already asleep."

"Yes, it's okay. Before I leave for the office tomorrow, Ayya and Devan should be at home" Genta tweeted.

"Ready!! Mr. Genta Pramudya," Galuh replied.

After that, he decided on a call.

"This child .. really yes," muttered Genta as he shook his head then continued his steps towards the son's room.

When he opened the door of the room, his eyebrows clutched together when he found Azzura even fell asleep in the room.

Before waking him, he first kissed his two sons and then sat on the side of the bed and then stroked his face.

"Honey" he whispered several times. "Yuk moved into our room."

Slowly Azzura squirmed her body and opened her eyes. He immediately asked the whereabouts of Ayya and Devan.

Genta then explained that his two children were staying at the uncle's house.

"Just be here, Mas" Zu proposes and hugs her.

"Narrow Honey," protested Genta as he peeked at her forehead.

"We'll be in the room soon. I still want to be here, Mas" whispered Zu.

"Alright," whispered Genta back while directing his same gaze with Azzura towards the sleeping baby F.

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