The Crack of a Glass

Bonchap 15

"Thank you, Uncle," said Close softly. "Uncle .. actually there's something I want to ask Uncle," Close continued.

Instantly Pak Prasetya's forehead wrinkled thinly and then glanced at him.

"Ask .." said Mr. Prasetya.

"Uncle .. sorry if I'm a little presumptuous. Actually, this question had long since disturbed my heart and mind. I just want to know the clarity" Close said. "Did Uncle and Azzura have a special relationship?"

Hesitantly Close raised the question and lowered his gaze.

Hearing the question that was thrown from Close, Mr. Prasetya did not immediately answer but stroked his chest and re-embraced Close's shoulder.

Smiling, Prasetya answered the question from the crossbreed man. "There is no special relationship between the two of us. Our relationship is nothing more than a child and a father" explained Prasetya.

"While I love her, still I can only keep that love until this moment. Even though this feeling is wrong."

Hygiene ....

Blowing wind that hit both felt so cool penetrated into each inch of the perfect body of the two men of different ages.

Close let out a long sigh and reached into his pants pocket. The cold forced him to burn a cigarette to wipe it up.

"Smoking, Uncle?!" bargain Close shortly after burning his cigarette.

"No ... thanks .." reject Mr. Prasetya because he is not a smoker.

Back silence ...

The two again late with their respective estimates while looking at the beauty of City A at night.

"Uncle, once again I'm sorry. I've misunderstood Uncle and Azzura. I thought uncle was SUGAR DADDY Azzura."

Hearing Close's confession just now, Prasetya reviewed a smile and turned to him. The middle-aged man did not expect that Close could think like that.

"Why do you think that, Close?" prasetya asked while patting his shoulder.

Close also began to tell everything to Mr. Prasetya without any of the things he hid including since the last time they had a feud in the hospital.

After hearing all the Close stories, Mr. Prasetya could only sigh and then embrace his shoulder.

Close's mistake was, he didn't find out before he concluded everything. This led to misunderstandings and made him hate Azzura.

"I'm sorry Uncle" said Close again and took a deep sip of his cigarette.

"Everything's gone, Close. Make it a life lesson. Learning from your mistakes can help you escape regret, teach you to look at life from different points of view and always think positive."

"In living life, we have to look at everything from different perspectives. That is why, we must be able to learn even from the mistakes we have made," concluded Mr. Prasetya without removing his embrace from the man who is the same age as his youngest son.

In silence Close just nodded slowly and then sipped the rest of his cigarette.

After a long time in the rooftop, Close finally invited Mr. Prasetya to leave the place and will take him to the Yoga apartment.

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Shortly after arriving in front of the Yoga apartment building, Mr. Prasetya did not forget to thank Close.

"Close, thank you. Oh yes, if you may suggest, do not smoke too much, you should reduce it because it is not good for health" said Prasetya.

"Okay, Uncle," Close replied with a nod of his head.

"Yes, be careful on the road" said Mr. Prasetya.

Again Close just nodded slowly and then returned the vehicle to his hotel.

When the vehicle was already driving in the middle of the road, he slowed down the speed of his vehicle when he saw someone who was familiar to him.

He stopped his car on the shoulder of the road. After that, he approached the girl across the street and greeted her.

"Jin-jake?! Is there a problem?" tanyakanya.

The girl immediately turned around with a bitter face.

"Yes .. My car broke down again. Though it has been serviced a few days ago," complained Sya with a breath.

Close immediately chuckled at the girl's complaint.

"It looks like he's tired of his owner's times. That's why he broke down again," Close's claws with his laugh.

"What if my car is tired of its owner? Do you want to buy a new one?" annoyed Sya while rolling her eyes lazy.

"Idiiihh .. That's just getting angry," Close replied with a laugh. "Ntar fast old loh, Neng."

"GK!" sahut Sya then sat on the bumper of his car while waiting for the tow officer.

(I thought)

"What the hell?!" ask Close with a confused face.

Now replace Syakila who laughs staring at the dumb-ass face of the crossbred man. "That alone does not know," ledek Sya at once ignored the gaze Close.

Close flicked his shoulder and sighed.

"Where are you really from, nights like this? Alone again. Come ... I'd better let me drive you home," said Close.

"Where do you know my house?" ketus.

Close chuckled at the sniffling tone of the girl. "Obviously I don't know if you didn't tell me," Close replied casually.

"Don't you?" hail Close again.

Syakila just kept quiet while looking down. A second later, he accepted Close's offer.

"Come .. not good at this hour a good girl like you is still visible on the streets. Fears to invite street thugs," Close said, then took him to his car across the street.

Syakila obediently just complied and then caught up with her from behind. Shortly after the two sat quietly in the car, Syakila also told her home address.

After knowing the address of the girl's house, Close began to drive his vehicle to the address of the house in question.

Along the way, Syakila was just silent with a view pointing to the side of the car glass.

"Where are you actually from these nights?" ask Close and open your voice.

"I just came home from my cousin's house while entertaining myself," explained Sya as it is with the same position.

"Oh ..." Close only ber oh ria while focusing on driving.

After that, there was no talk until the two arrived at their destination.

"Thank you for the ride. I'm sorry if I was so tight" Sya said with a smile.

"It's okay, I understand it" Close said. After that, he continued his journey to the hotel.

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A few hours passed ...

After cleaning himself, Close chose to go to the balcony terrace of his room. Sipping his cigarette while pensive.

Closing his eyes imagined Azzura's face. A trace of his memory filled his mind. Pieces of memory when he had a close relationship with his ex wife was back to the picture.

"Azzura .." he said

His chest again felt tight as pieces of his memory began to imagine the spate of physical violence he had ever done to him.

Cussing with harsh words and do not care about his feelings that often do forbidden relationships in their homes at that time.

Close gripped the iron barrier while bowed. Her tears instantly also flowed straight away.

"Six years have passed, Zu. I still can't forget you. To be honest, when I saw you with Genta and your children I felt jealous."

"I always imagined if I was in the position of Genta," he said with a sob. "It's all my fault, yes. I've tried to forget you but I can't."

Close looked up at the sky that looked dark without stars accompanied by several flashes of light and rumbling sounds in the sky.

Shortly after, slowly the raindrops began to fall on his face. The longer the water sparks from the sky it gets heavier.

Close still flinch in place. Again he remembered when he was at the funeral of his father-in-law at that time.

Like the rain that was increasingly pouring down the earth, his tears were also increasingly rushing from his eyelids.

"Azzura ... How can I forget you? How do I remove all the shadows in my eyes? How's it going, Zu?"

While sobbing he kept wondering to himself. All this time he looked fine but only outside.

Who would have thought if it turned out to be as fragile as wood that had been weathered. The deep regret he had felt all this time still penetrated his heart.

"How long will I be stuck with my regrets and guilt for you, Zu? I've tried to get out of that zone but it hasn't worked."

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Far from city A precisely in City M, Azzura was still at home sitting in a lounge even though time was now late.

Either it may be due to inner contact with her ex-husband or vice versa. He seemed agitated for no reason.

"Astaghfirullah .. Why do I feel so restless?" he muttered while sighing and then stroked his stomach.

Not long after that, Genta approached him.

"Darling! What are you doing here alone? It's not like you're usually like this" Genta asked and sat down beside him.

Azzura immediately jumped in shock as Genta reprimanded and sat down beside him.

"Let's know, I suddenly thought of Close. Is she okay?" I Zu then rested her head on her husband's shoulder.

"Tumbens?" whispered Genta then kissed his forehead.

"Come, Mas" Zu replied with a sudden feeling of melow considering her ex-husband.

"Just pray for him, honey. Maybe he's remembering or missing you right now. By the way, we haven't seen him in a long time. Only news through cell phones," said Genta.

"Darling, if you have time to spare, take time to meet him. Embrace himself. Honestly, since the last time we met him, I can see from the look in his eyes at you, he still holds deep regrets."

"Close will definitely be entertained if you invite the children to meet him," suggested Genta.

Hearing the advice from her husband, Azzura straightened up again and looked at her husband's face.

The wise attitude of her husband was always successful to make her amazed. She is the luckiest woman to have a husband like Genta.

"I don't think that's good enough advice, Mom. It's good if Mas's the only one who speaks to him four-eyes." Azzura gave me advice. "I think it's more afdol because it goes straight from heart to heart."

Genta just nodded slowly while thinking about the right time to meet with Azzura's ex-husband.