The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 15: The right man for you ...

An hour later ...

"Zu, Nanda .. I'm back in the office again huh. Sorry yes, Zu yesterday your motorbike was forced to spend the night in the apartment parking lot. Hehe."

Azzura and Nanda laughed. "It's okay. Yes it's fast go gih," kicked Zu in a joking tone. "Later boss you're angry, just look at that look?" whispered Zu.

Yoga looked back. And sure enough, the sharp unsheathed gaze from Close made Yoga smile cynically. He looked back at Azzura and smiled.

"Yes, I'm sorry" said Yoga and left the cafe.

As soon as he left the cafe, Radit was waiting for him.

"Dit, take me straight to the office" he ordered

after being in the car.

"Ready .." said Radit and he returned to drive his car to leave the cafe.

Laura and Close are still at the cafe.

"Darling, stay at my house tonight" said Close.

Of course the request from Close made him worship.

"Alright if that's what you want" Laura whispered with a seductive smile.

Close continued to look at Azzura who looked busy serving buyers, seemed to really enjoy his role as a barista at the cafe, even he did not look at it at all and did not pay attention to his presence and Laura.

"Nanda, I'll stay a while. I went to the mushalla first, "his permission then grabbed his paper bag and hurriedly left the barista table.

"Ok Zu" said Nanda.

After which, Azzura stepped swiftly towards the second floor of the place where the mushalla was located. After ablution he immediately put on his face and entered the prayer room.

Fifteen minutes later when he wanted to take off his face, he was so shocked to find Close standing behind him staring at him.

He had to abandon his intention to release his face. He was not even willing if Close saw his aura.

"Why are you there?!" cynically, then tidied up the mukenah sarong and the hijab then passed leaving Close who was still fluttering on the spot.

Azzura chose to go into the toilet and hurriedly removed her face and put her hijab back on and tidied it up.

After feeling well enough, he returned to the barista table and resumed his activities.

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The afternoon after the Ashar prayer ...

They're changing shifts. Azzura did not go home immediately but he went to the hospital to visit his mother.

After parking the motorbike. He stretched his tired muscles. "God, today is tiring" he said. "Ssssttt ..." her ringist felt pain in the arm the strong grip of her husband. "Surely bruised," he sizzled guessing.

Azzura continued his steps again while carrying a clean paper bag and food for his mother and the guarding nurse.

When he climbed the stairs and almost reached ward 3 suddenly ....

Bruinskkk ...

"Aaaakhhh .." strangled her for almost slipping backwards but swiftly someone hugged her.

"Be careful, this is the umpteenth time you hit me" whispered the man. "I told you, don't like daydreaming."

Azzura fluttered then looked up. "Sir doctor," he shrieked and took off his embrace. "I'm sorry" Zu regretted, clenching his hands and bowing.

"Nothing," replied the doctor with a smile as he shook his head and looked at the back of Azzura who seemed to have moved away from him.

"I just want to get to know him, he knows he's away" he murmured and continued down the stairs.

Shortly after being in the nursery of Ms. Isma.

"Darling ... Have you come, son? Come here," mother pinta. Azzura just complied and sat down on the chair.

"How's Mom doing?"

But he had to keep it a secret so that the princess did not feel worried and sad. It was as if he could not see Azzura if he cried like yesterday.

"Mom, I want to sleep for a while while hugging Mom," he said. Bu Isma simply nodded and shifted to give Azzura a place.

Azzura immediately climbed onto the patient bed and hugged her mother and closed her eyes. Maybe because he was tired, it did not take long he was asleep.

"Darling .. forgive mom. I was forced to lie to you," Isma stared fixedly at the beautiful face of her daughter who was hugging her.

"Mother has resigned, mother feels no longer strong to withstand this pain. Honey, I can already feel calm because there is your husband who will take care of you after mother's death later," whispered the mother with a choked voice and peeked long Azzura's forehead.

Soon, someone knocked on the door and opened it. At once, Isma turned her gaze towards the front.

"Nak Yoga" said Isma and then commented on her smile. "You just got home, too, son?" the mother asked Yoga who appeared to be carrying fruit.

"Yes, mom. It just so happened that it was office time, so I all stopped by," replied Yoga then put the fruit on the nightstand closet.

He looked at Azzura who was asleep while hugging Isma. It looks like the girl is very tired. Yoga pulled up the chair and sat down beside the patient bed while staring at Isma and Azzura.

"How's Mom doing now? Are you feeling much better?" ask Yoga.

"Sir Yoga, to be honest the current state of the mother is not okay. Mothers feel the health condition of the mother is declining. But for the sake of Azzura, the mother as much as possible looks strong because the mother does not want Azzura to continue to worry about the mother and see her crying," said Isma's mother.

Yoga glanced back at Azzura who was still closing her eyes. The girl's shady and calm face, made her heart suddenly warm up. The corner of his lips instantly curved into a smile.

"Mom, I need to heal. I'm sure you can make it through these difficult times. I must be excited not to give up. There is Azzura and I who will always encourage you" said Yoga, holding Isma's hand tightly.

"Thank you, son," said Isma's mother.

"Oh yes ma'am, I'm staying for a while. If Azzura asks or looks for me, just say I'm on the rooftop" Yoga said.

Ms. Isma just nodded. After leaving Yoga bu Isma again looked at Azzura then stroked her cheeks with affection.

"Darling, your husband is a good man. I can see his sincerity. Not just you, but mom, too. I'm pretty sure he's really the right guy for you" said Isma.

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Close Office ....

Close still seemed to be in his office. Sitting pensively while wagging his chair.

His mind dissolved again recalling his wife's sincere smile at the assistant. Even that smile was never engraved with him.

The shadow of Azzura when performing prayers at the mushalla cafe again teased him. He himself did not think, in between his busy life, the girl could still take time for worship.

One thing that made her very curious was wanting to see Azzura without the hijab.

"Aakhh ..shit!!! Why am I even thinking about it," he said, then moved from his seat. Grabbing a suit and choosing to leave the room.

Her goal is to get Laura's apartment to pick her up to take the girl to her house tonight.

Especially what he planned if he did not want to hurt his wife's heart and feelings.

Along the way to Laura's apartment, again her mind wondered, how could Yoga coincidentally meet Azzura in a shopping center. And what makes him annoyed is not a bitch when imagining his wife berbongganggan with the assistant.

His eyes immediately rounded perfectly when recalling the events of last night.

"What drove him last night was Yoga? Is it the same as Yoga?" ask him to himself.

Instantly he gripped the steering wheel of his car feeling his blood as if boiling.

"Awassss you later, Zu. I'll teach you another lesson" he growled and continued driving until he reached Laura's apartment.

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