The Crack of a Glass

Bonchap 9's

Leaving Yoga and Rissa, Syakila, who had left her cousin's sister's residence earlier this year, was in her room.

She shed her tears that she had been holding back. Although he has never expressed his feelings for Yoga, he still feels hurt and jealous.

"Why am I so stupid, why expect more from him. While he was never sensitive to my feelings," Sya said softly while wiping her tears.

"Why is he so considerate and also care for me if his heart stays for another woman, why? Why Yoga?" Syakila kept wondering to herself.

For a moment Syakila fluttered while looking down at the floor tile floor of her room.

"It seems I should express my feelings to her. Instead of me continuing to hold her, there I always baper her," murmured Sya with a breath.

A second later he spread his body while staring at the ceiling of the room. The closeness of Yoga with Rissa was back in his mind.

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While Yoga who is now in one of the inns seems to be lying down to rest his body.

The corners of his lips formed an arch. He seemed to be thinking of something. When closing his eyes. Azzura's face immediately graced his mind.

"Zu .. What am I feeling right now, what is it like that you felt back then? When you were between me and bang Genta? Stuck between two choices and in a dilemma?"

"Stupid is so hard to guess. When destiny is about to unite us, it is also fate that separates us, until there is a bang Genta in your life and finally a companion of your life."

"Now when I've forgotten you, there are two women who make me dilemma."

While Rissa who is now on campus still seems to carry out her activities in the classroom.

A few hours passed ...

Finally finished also his task of giving material and explanation to his students. After that he left the class and headed to his study.

After landing his butt in his chair, he reached into his bag and pulled out his phone.

Without a second thought he called Yoga to pick her up. Although it was not nice to feel troublesome but he also did not want to disappoint the man.

After waiting for a few seconds of waiting, the call from her was immediately answered by Yoga.

"Assalamu'alaikum, Rissa are you done?" tanya Yoga from across the phone.

"Waa'laikumsalam, yes just now. Sorry to bother you." replied Rissa.

"Yes, I'm going there now. Wait a minute," Yoga's message then disconnects the phone call.

As soon as the call was cut off, Rissa sighed then put her phone on the table then pensively.

He is also confused about his own feelings. Yoga attitude that impressed like protecting him, always successfully make his heart feel something that he is difficult to understand.

I don't know, for the last two years of making friends as a patient and a doctor, he felt more and more comfortable being around the man.

But he also felt doubt in him. She was a victim of sexual abuse. How could a man just accept his situation.

He felt as if it was inappropriate to put his heart on Yoga even though the feeling was there.

"Clarissa. Don't expect more. You don't deserve Yoga" he murmured. "Oh my God .. strengthen me. Let me live in solitude without expecting much from him."