The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 13: There will be a time ...

Apartment Yoga ...

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

"Son, since our childhood Azzura was well educated, not even a little mother and late father never hurt him let alone beat him. So please treat Azzura with your affection."

Speech veiled a message of advice and full of meaning from Miss Isma this afternoon, still continues to ring in the ears of Yoga.

Isma's pale face and Azzura's sad face were still reflected in her eyes. Especially when caught Azzura crying while sobbing from a distance. He felt something strange in his heart.

"Azzura, what exactly are you hiding," hissed Yoga while massaging the base of his nose. "Your beautiful eyes hint at so much sadness in them."

"Somehow I'm so worried about you. I felt like I was being given responsibility from your mother. The message is so deep for me" he hissed again.

Asiatic with his own thoughts he gasped in shock as someone patted him hard on the shoulder.

"Yoga .. what are you thinking."

Yoga turned to look at the owner of the voice.

"Sir Farhan," he said and returned his gaze forward.

While Farhan stood beside him with both hands he put in his pants pocket.

"Not going home right away, brother?" tanya Yoga seemed to divert the conversation.

"No, I happen to be passing by here, so all of you stop by" replied the older brother with a smile. "You haven't answered me yet" Farhan told his sister.

Yoga chuckles. "You know or you want to know," he poked and then punched his little brother's arm. "Hayooo .. curious yaaa.." God again.

"What the hell, Ga," he said, then he shook his sister's head.

"I'm thinking of a match for Farhan's brother" his god nudged his shoulder.

"Thinking for me? Did I not hear wrong? You better think about your own soul mate," said Farhan then chuckled and returned to his sister's head.

"The present age, finding a loyal girl is difficult, especially a good attitude" he added.

"Hmm .. You are right," he said with a breath of air closing his eyes for a moment

"Oh yes, Brother. What about Farhan and Aida? Is it okay? When will you propose to her," asked Yoga, asking her with questions.

"Come on .. I'm not ready yet, I'm not sure anyway" Farhan replied. "Ah, I'm lazy to discuss it, besides I still want to be free and do not want to be tied to a serious relationship," he said.

Yoga just takes a breath. For the umpteenth time the answer of the brother remains the same when it comes to serious relationships.

'Still want to be free and do not want to be tied to a serious relationship.'

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Early dawn at 05:30 ....

After performing dawn prayers, Azzura was making breakfast and making coffee for her husband.

Although Close said he would not touch the food he cooked, but there was no harm he tried. He cooked for the man. He thought, who knew he would taste it even if only a little.

After finishing making coffee and breakfast, Azzura served the food to the dining table along with the coffee he had made.

As soon as his task was done, he chose to go into his room and prepare to take a shower immediately.

Thirty minutes later, he looked neat and was sitting on a dining table chair and ordered a bulge.

Shortly after, from the second floor, Close noticed him staring at the screen of his phone.

Close smiled cynically, then went down the stairs and looked indifferent leaving him. When he was in the doorway, his steps came to a halt as Azzura called out to him.

"Close, have breakfast first, or at least taste this coffee," Zu bargained.

Close smiled here hearing Azzura's words then turned around and approached her. While Azzura thought that Close would taste the cuisine.

Close approached him and grabbed the coffee cup. And what's going on??

Nyessss ....

Close poured the coffee over Azzura's head and slammed the cup until it broke and scattered all the food that had been served on the table.

Prsstg ...

Prsbng ...

Clontang ...

Azzura just shook his eyes at all the food and broken plates scattered into one on the tile floor.

Just a step closer, he returned to his voice.

"Did you know? There are still a lot of people out there who are less fortunate to want to enjoy food like this. But you haughtily squandered all this food. There will be a time, you want to taste the cuisine from my own hands. But when I wanted maybe I would never cook again, except for myself," Azzura recalled and returned to her room.

Close fluttered on the spot hearing Azzura's words that were so striking. But a second later he smiled mockingly and resumed his steps towards his car.

"Tasting from you? Just in your dream," said Close confidently and then drove his vehicle from home to his office.

As for Azzura, he was forced to take a bath and change clothes.

A few minutes passed ...

Tin ...tin ... tin ...

The sound of the motor horn sounded from outside, in a hurry he stepped.

"Aakhh ..awww .. sssttt, my leg," his ringist then stood with the pain of the broken glass that stuck in the sole of his foot.

"Based on a cursed man," he meant then pulled out the broken glass in the soles of his feet.

While enduring the pain, he walked over and opened it and then approached the bang ojol. "Bang, sorry. I just pay the cost, because I do not use the services of Brother," said Zu.

"It's okay, Ma'am," replied bang ojol.

"Bang, this just take the cost," Zu said again and gave money to bang ojol. "Once again sorry, Bang," said Zu.

"Yes, that's okay, ma'am," said bang ojol with a smile.

Initially bang ojol was reluctant to accept money from Azzura, but because Azzura forced finally bang ojol to accept the money.

"Geez this girl is so good," her mind then slowly back to spur the bike.

After the bang ojol passed, Azzura went back into the house and cleaned the broken plates and glasses clean.

"Basar men laknat. If it wasn't for my mother needing medical expenses, where would I want to marry you" Zu grumbled.

After you finish cleaning. He went back to the kitchen and washed his hands. He returns to his room and sends Nanda a message to pick him up.

While waiting for Nanda, Azzura chose to sit on the living room sofa and stared at the entire room in his house.

He could only sigh violently, then rest his head on the back of the sofa and cry. Imagine her husband's behavior.

Watering the coffee and then scattering all the food on the table to formless.

"If you don't want to taste it, at least don't scatter the food but let it go" Zu said in a choked voice. "At least I can wrap it up and hand out the food to the scavenger."

"Why do you hate me so much? since college you've always punished me for no apparent reason. Even insulting me in front of your friends."

Azzura muttered then wiped her tears. Shortly after, the sound of the motor horn again greeted his eardrum.

He immediately moved and opened the door. "She finally arrived here" said Zu and closed the door again.

"Zu sorry, I'm late," said Nanda.

"Nothing" he replied, wearing a helmet and immediately climbed on the bike. "Yuk .. gaspoool," he exclaimed as he patted his best friend's shoulder.

Nanda immediately tancap gas to the cafe where the two work.

Along the way, the two continued chatting and giggling occasionally. While at the red light Nanda grumbled in annoyance.

"Haish .. red light again. It sucks."

"No need to say Nek, the beauty will be lost," comforted Zu and then chuckled.

While beside them, from behind the car window, someone continued to watch him with a smile.

As soon as the lights change color, Nanda returns to the motor until she arrives at the cafe.

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