The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 12: Don't dream of you ...

At night at 9:30 pm ...

Azzura and Nanda finally say goodbye, because tomorrow both will return to work as usual.

After saying goodbye to Naima's mother and sister, Azzura and Nanda continued to leave her mother's nursery.

"Zu, are you okay?"

"God, I'm fine."

"Zu .. to be honest I have more respect for Yoga than the jerk guy," he growled and did not hesitate to call Azzura's husband a jerk.

Azzura just shook her head and kept stepping while hearing Nanda nagging.

"Look at that, Yoga gently held your mother's hand and respected her a lot. Not like that bastard," Nanda grumbled as he cursed.

Azzura was just a head bobble.

"Oh yes, Zu. Funny too, how often do you immediately think Yoga is your husband. Even to your point at him. If I could be honest, I would pray you even marry the real Yoga guy" Nanda chuckled.

"Iishhh ... What the hell, you?" reply Zu then chuckled.

Without feeling the second step finally arrived in front of Nanda's motorbike.

"Come," Nanda asked, put on her helmet, and then turned on the engine.

After making sure Azzura got on the bike, Nanda immediately pulled the gas motorbike, left the hospital and drove Azzura home.

Because the streets were quite quiet, it did not take long Azzura and Nanda finally arrived at his house.

"Nanda, don't stop by first" Zu bargained and grabbed a flask and a brownie container.

"Other times Zu," refused Nanda.

"Well, you be careful. Greetings to aunty and om," Zu said and waved his hand.

After Nanda's death, Azzura again continued his steps towards the door of the house. Again he sighed violently because he saw Close's car parked in the yard.

He pressed the password and gave his greetings.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." said Azzura but his greeting was unrequited but the house looked deserted.

Azzura could only sigh then would continue his steps towards his room. Just as he passed through the living room, Close's clashing sound stopped his steps.

"Where have you been, huh?!! I just got home at this hour!!"

Azzura turned his gaze towards Close who was going down the stairs and approached him.

Close pulled her hair and dragged her towards the sofa and pushed her hard.

"Akh ... Close," he his his hiss and then held Close's hand.

Instantly the thermos and brownie box container in his hand fell to make the rest of the soto in the flask spill.

Close smiled sinisterly, staring at the rest of the food. "Do you lack food to beg for this?" hina Close pushed him back.

Azzura just flinch and ignore the words Close but pick up the flask and container brownies.

Seeing Azzura just flinching, Close got more emotional and grabbed the flask Azzura was holding and slammed it until the container broke.

Feeling unsatisfied, he again gripped Azzura's arm, dragged her towards the pool and pushed her to the pool.

The cold night wind that blew made Azzura a little cold and shivering. He then swims to the edge of the pool and will rise to the surface.

However, Close quickly buried Azzura's head back in the pool while holding his head for a few minutes in the water to deter him.

But Azzura who was trained with the technique of holding his breath in the water only considered it ordinary. Until finally Close again removed Azzura's head and smiled mockingly.

"Feel that, you barista girl doesn't know herself. You deserve this kind of law" said Close and left Azzura still in the pool.

Azzura just kept quiet and went back up to the edge of the pool. "How can I go inside if it's wet like this" murmured Zu with quivering lips holding back the cold.

While Close who was now in his room again smiled satisfied after hurting Azzura.

"From the beginning, I told you, I'm going to make this marriage like being in hell. I'm not going to stop hurting you so you give up on your own, sign the divorce papers and get out of my life" Close infuriated.

While Azzura who was still on the edge of the pool, was forced to enter the house in a wet state and immediately entered his room.

After cleaning himself and changing his clothes, he went back to the living room and cleaned up the soto water spill, picked up the shards of flask and returned to mop the floor clean.

"Astaghfirullah .. very unfortunate your fate Azzura," he told himself.

Feeling tired, he finally fell asleep on the sofa.

Close, who was in his room, was busy with his laptop and occasionally replied to messages from Laura.

After finishing his work, he grabbed a cigarette and a lighter and lit it.After that, he went out to the balcony of his room while sipping the smoky object.

While sipping a cigarette, his mind drifted back to think where exactly Azzura who had just returned home at this late hour. Even when he came home this afternoon his bike was not parked in the yard.

What makes him wonder again is, when he found the girl came home with a food flask and a cookie box container.

"Then? Who brought him home?" hissing and curious.

An hour passed ...

He came out of his room and went back down the stairs because he wanted to go to the kitchen to get drinking water.

But his steps came to a halt as his tail was fixed towards Azzura who was sleeping on the sofa soundly.

He slowly approached Azzura and stared fixedly at the girl's face that looked calm and shady.

Seeing the bruises on his forehead, his outstretched hand wanted to touch but was restrained when Azzura moved his body and called out to his mother.

"Mother .. hang on, don't leave me," she said.

Close knitted his brows and chose to leave him and went to the kitchen.

When he opened the refrigerator, again he was shocked, when he found the refrigerator was filled.

"What was this morning, he went shopping? What are the leftovers in the flask and the container itself?" Close wondered.

But immediately he felt irritated and then slammed the refrigerator door and came back to Azzura who was still asleep on the sofa.

Without warning he immediately pulled his hand to make it fall from the sofa.

"Awww.." he rubbed behind him due to the impact of the sofa table and looked up.

"Close," she says, and fixes the stunt.

Close crouched down then gripped Azzura's cheek.

"Do you think I can't buy all that stuffed food in the fridge huh! Do you think I'm short of money?!" growled Close and took off her grip.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any cake ...."

Pakkk ...

Not yet had Azzura finished his speech a single loud slap directly floated onto his face.

"Do you think I'll eat the food you cook for me?! Don't dream of you! Even I don't want to touch any of the results of this hand," cynically then stepped on the Azzura's clothesline.

"Aww .. ssssttt ..." Ringis Azzura withstood the pain.

After that, Close returned to the room and slammed the door of his room until Azzura gasped in surprise.

While enduring the pain, he slowly stood up and rubbed his cheek that felt sore and hot.

With a shaky step he left the living room and went into his room and locked the door.

Azzura immediately cried sobbing lamenting her fate which became the moons of her own husband.

Not lost the pain in his other body, now he must feel the pain in his finger and behind him.

"Azzura, you must be strong, never shed your tears even if it is just a drop in front of him," she strengthened herself while wiping away her tears.

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