The Crack of a Glass

123. What is his heart made of ...?

Close who had been behind the door, deliberately did not move because he was curious what Azzura wanted to discuss with Johan.

He opened the door and listened to the conversation. When he heard all the uneg-uneg from his ex-wife, he was also insinuated as well as insecure.

After Azzura died, Johan immediately cried and sat down weak. He felt his world as if it had collapsed hearing all the lengthy revelations from Azzura just now.

Regrets ...

Guilt ...

Terminated ...

Those three words were quite complementary to her now. I don't know what he should do. Her crying seemed meaningless and not comparable to all her actions towards Nina and her son.

He was really scared that Devan hated him and would never consider him to exist. Just like he did with Nina four years ago.

"Nina, Devan .. forgive me," he said softly with a lowered look.

While Azzura who was now in front of the door, immediately held Close's shoulder to support his limp body.

"Close," he said softly as he lowered his head. Clear circles fall back from the eye peluk.

He was holding a surgical incision in his stomach that was painful. "Akkhh," he moaned.

"Zu .. are you okay?" Close looked anxiously staring.

Azzura shook her head still while holding her shoulder then placed her forehead on Close's chest.

For a moment Close let Azzura like that. Until he stood up again and looked at Close with teary eyes.

"Come, I'd better take you home," Close bargained and gestured to Fatur.

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On the way home, Azzura was silent with a blank look. The shadows on Nina and Devan's face still adorned his mind.

While Close who was sitting beside him, had been staring at him feeling guilty.

"Zu," he scolded and clasped his fingers.

Azzura immediately turned her head in surprise when her fingers were grasped by her ex-husband.

"What's wrong?" the question then slowly took off Close's hand.

"I'm sorry if ki time ..."

"There's nothing to forgive Close," Zu interrupted quickly. "Let it go, let it go, I've forgotten everything."

Azzura again directed his gaze forward with a feeling of sadness.

"Make it all a life lesson. Don't repeat the same mistake if you don't want your loved ones to leave you."

"Zu .." said Close.

"Close .. If you get married one day, honor your wife. Love, love and treat her like a queen. When she bears the fruit of your love, give your attention and always take your time for her even if you are busy ."

"Because a wife will feel very flattered by the little things you do for her" concluded Zu.

Close flinched while looking at him. His heart was immediately shocked to hear the expression of advice from his ex-wife.

A second later he lowered his face with teary eyes while stroking his chest.

Although four years had passed, he still could not forget Azzura. For some reason since parting from him, his spirit seemed broken and felt no longer interested to be in a relationship with any woman.

Regrets and guilt always haunt him. He is afraid of making a mistake a second time.

As a result, he became a cold man and only spoke as necessary. Unless it is related to his work.

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Shortly after the car stopped right in front of Azzura's house, the mother of four children invited him to stop by for a while.

"Close, if you're concerned about stopping by your assistant for a second," Zu bargained and opened the car door.

Close just nodded slowly and then invited Fatur to follow Azzura who had now left the two first.

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Zu.

But his eyebrows immediately knit when he heard a familiar voice for him talking to someone.

"Vaa'saikumsalam ... Bundaa .." replied Devan and Ayya as she ran to him.

Close and Fatur who were behind him immediately smiled looking at the two adorable boys.

"Close, Fatur, come on in. It looks like it's the sound of Yoga" Zu said.

After that, she took her two children to a relaxing room. And sure enough after being in the lounge he found Yoga holding his son.

"Yoga" he approached her with prayer. "Why not tell me if you want to come here?"

Yoga immediately chuckled while looking at him.Not long ago Close also greeted him with and then reviewed a smile.

"Yoga, it's been a while?" tanyakanya.

"Lumayanlah," he answered and then kissed the baby Faatih who was in his carrier.

Close looked at the twins alternately and asked bi Titin for permission to hold baby Fattah from her.

When baby Fattah was already in his arms, his eyes suddenly glazed over.

He immediately remembered his cruel speech at that time. It seemed to accuse Azzura of being barren even though he had never touched Azzura at all.

"Pardon what uncle said at that time to your bunda," whispered Close and then kissed baby Fattah's cheeks affectionately.

"Just be warm, Zu," said Yoga.

Azzura just nodded then headed for the kitchen assisted by bi Titin.

When the two were in the kitchen, bi Titin immediately searched for it.

"Son Zu, are you really going to that jerk's office?" Azzura nodded slowly.

"What's the matter, actually, to the point that you went straight to her office?" ask bi Titin again.

"Just warn him, Bi. He filed a child custody lawsuit. He thought that easily took Devan from me and Genta?! He's the wrong guy, Bi. As you know, ever since I was a baby, I've adopted Devan. Has he forgotten the Aunt who lived with him? He forgot about it."

Bi Titin stroked his arm. He knew very well how the struggle and feeling of the hijab woman. Sincerely, affectionately he took care of Devan to grow up to be a smart and sholeh child.

Whatever the boy wanted to do, he would definitely ask the opinion and permission of the mother first.

"Auntie, will help you and will not let Devan fall into his hands" said the aunt.

"Thank you, Bi," Zu said in a soft voice.

A few minutes later, the coffee was finally finished brewing. He then took the tray to the lounge and served coffee in front of the three men.

"Uncle!! When are we gonna play again?" chirping Devan then sat next to Yoga and then kissed his sister's head with anxiety.

"When yaaa?" Yoga put up a face of wondering. "Can I request a place?" askalanya.

Devan directed his gaze at Azzura as if asking for an opinion on where a good place is.

"Dufan alone .. The cake is good, baby," Zu suggested.

"Keknya .. advice mama good deh," timpal Yoga then chuckle.

"By ... Mother?" devan asked for his permission.

"May, dear," said Zu.

"Can uncle play with you?" timpal Close with a smile.

"Byeh, Uncle!" devan answered quickly.

While Fatur who had been a listener since then, secretly felt amazed by the figure of Azzura.

He thought, although he had never received treatment from his boss until he had experienced a mental disorder, but the woman who is now a mother of four children, did not hold a grudge. She still wants to be friends with her ex-husband.

"What is his heart made of? If other women are in his position, not necessarily he wants to be friends with his ex. Let alone be friends just look reluctant. I also want one like him. Haaah ... the boss must be very sorry," Fatur murmured in his heart.

They resumed the conversation and occasionally threw jokes and temptations.

Until their chatter is diverted by the sound of a Genta car. Azzura immediately got up from the sofa and stepped in front of the door and welcomed her husband.

"Assalamu'alaikum" Genta said.

"Waa'laikumsalam, Mas," Zu replied and kissed the back of his hand.

"So there's another guest?" whisky Genta.

"Hm ... Yoga, Close and Fatur, Mas" Zu replied with a smile. "By the way the tumben came home quickly?"

"Nothing, you can't do it" whispered Genta again and pinched his nose.

Azzura chuckled then clasped his arms then stepped together into the lounge. With a friendly smile he immediately greeted the three single men.

"Waah ... The handsome men gather here huh? Unfortunately still single," Kellakar Genta then sat next to Close.

He patted her on the shoulder and asked, "How are you doing Close?"

"It looks like what you see, good and healthy," he replied.

Genta then glanced at Yoga then punched his small arm. "When did you come? How can you tell me?!" his protest.

"So morning, Bang," replied Yoga.

Genta nodded small then commented a smile.

"Oh yes, it just so happens that you are in my house again, I invite you to the baby Aqiqah Fattah Faatih tomorrow at the Clarion hotel" Genta said.

"Azzura told me earlier when he met at Johan's office" Close said.

Instantly Genta knitted his brows then glanced at the wife with a probing look. He refrained from asking his wife.

"What business is it, Azzura to the office of that jerk?!" muttered Genta in his heart.

"Thank God. Come tomorrow, I will gladly await your presence there. Oh yeah, you better have lunch here before you go home," Genta bargained.

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Still in his study, Johan was standing in front of a glass wall while pondering deeply about Azzura's remarks a few hours ago.

The gaze of the hijab-wearing woman's eyes accompanied by tears that continued to flow while talking to her again filled her mind.

It was obvious that he loved Nina and Devan so much that he was so angry with her. It can even make him not wrinkle at the same time silence him.

"What if my son hates me so much?" muttered. "Devan .. forgive dady."

He returned to drip water to remember the only son of his puppet. "Dady is guilty of you and momy" he murmured.

"Sorry you're too late. You should have said that apology four years ago to Nina before she took her last breath."

The sentence spoken by Azzura a few hours ago was again recorded clearly in his head and sense of hearing.

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