The Crack of a Glass

The bonchap 24

Two weeks passed ...

After returning home from the island of Maldives, Yoga resigned from the hospital where he worked.

Asking her in-laws for permission to take Rissa to stay in J City. The goal will not only replace the father as a leader at Prasetya Hospital but also want to encourage Close who will leave umrah.

It's been the last two weeks since Yoga and Rissa moved out of City A. Yoga and Rissa are now active as usual.

Although Yoga forbade him to teach on campus, but the wife still insisted because she felt she did nothing.

While Close, still in the holy land of Mecca run its umrah and will soon return to the city of J. Since he was last in Mecca, today is the last day he was in that place

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Tok ... tok ...

Mother Fahira immediately directed her gaze towards the door that was knocked. Shortly after that the door was opened.

"Darling .." said the mother with a smile staring at her daughter-in-law.

"Bun, I brought you lunch" said Rissa and approached her in-laws with two paper bags of food.

"Why bother, son," said Mother.

"It's okay, Bun," replied Rissa.

Mother Fahira returned to review the smile and invited her to sit on the sofa. "Aren't you teaching today, son?"

"No, Bun, tomorrow. Today I'm off" replied Rissa. "Bun, I stay, because I want to go to the Yoga room. It's lunch for Mom and Dad."

Rissa put a paper bag on the table and returned to say goodbye. Her goal was definitely to her husband's office.

After arriving at her husband's door, she knocked on the door and opened it.

"Honey .. are you busy?" rissa asked and greeted her husband.

"No Honey, this has just finished reading the reports of some patients" said Yoga, directing his gaze to his wife.

"I brought you lunch" said Rissa and placed a paper bag of food on the sofa table.

"Come here" Yoga patted her thighs hinting that she wanted Rissa to sit on her lap.

Without many words, Rissa simply complied. Sitting on her husband's lap, she wrapped her hands around the back of his neck.

He smiled and landed a kiss on his lips. "What's wrong?" rissa asked in a whisper.

Brushing out Yoga's stern jaw then immersing his face in the recess of his male neck.

"It's okay, Honey, I just want to hug you" replied Yoga with a smile that now expands due to the spoiled actions of his wife.

A moment's silence ...

Yoga closed his eyes for a moment feeling the soft elusan of his wife's lewd fingers that continued to play on the face down to his chest

"Crssttt ... Honey don't fish," sizzled Yoga and held back the taut fingers. "I won't hold back if this fingers keep playing spoiled."

Rissa chuckled at the utterance of Yoga with a heavy voice restraining her desire. After that, he got out of his lap and invited him to sit on the sofa.

He also took out the food box from the paper bag and arranged it on the table. "Darling, eat first. It's almost one o'clock in the afternoon" Rissa said.

"Please dear," said Yoga accompanied by a nod.

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Away from the town of J precisely in the Grand Mosque, Close and some colleagues seemed to be walking around the Kaaba.

The smile of the crossbred man never lost his handsome face. The peaceful atmosphere created in the heart penetrated the recesses of his heart.

He continued to hold his chest while feeling moved could be made easier to be in that place. Remembering he had done something that really hurt the heart, physical and inner Azzura.

Praying supplicates is always made easy in all matters. Not forgetting he prayed to be met with a good soul mate like the nature of the mother of Ayya, Devan and Fattah Faatih.

There was a beautiful smile on his handsome face imagining the children of the woman who once occupied his heart.

After praying he resumed his steps until the tail of his eyes was accidentally directed to someone who was not a stranger to him.

I don't know if he's dreaming or if it's true. The girl in shar'i clothes who was holding someone.

It might be both of his parents. Every now and then he smiled along with the middle-aged man and woman.

Again Close seemed to think, is this a coincidence or a destiny that has been answered by the owner of the universe.

Yes ... the girl is none other than Syakila and her parents who are now both practicing Umrah.

"Just ...?!" Close said softly while continuing to follow the direction of the girl's steps with her parents.

Stunned and fascinated to see the face of Syakila who is now wearing all-enclosed clothes.

"MasyaAllah .." he said almost inaudibly.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, he immediately sped up his pace following the girl to be right behind her.

"Assalamu'alaikum .." he said in greeting.

Just contact Syakila and her parents held back their steps and slowly turned around. Find out who greeted them.

"Waa'laikumsalam .." replied Sya and her parents alternately.

Mr. Airlangga and Ms. Suhada looked at each other with thin wrinkles on the forehead while feeling dumbstruck.

The two stared fixedly at the towering tall man who was facing them.

"Rpa ... Ma'am .. I'm Close, a friend of Syakila's," said Close and reached out to shake his hands.

While Syakila pursed her lips to hold back laughter because she saw the appearance of Close which was somewhat different.

The head of the plontos with Ihram cloth which now wrapped his sturdy body.

"Haah ... I feel like I want to be up in this second as well," inner Sya while turning her gaze in the other direction.

"Kila ..." scolded the mother.

"Yes, Mah," he said, then glanced at Close at a glance.

"Have you been friends for a long time? Or are in a serious relationship. What a coincidence?" search bu Suhada.

"We're just friends, Mah, Pah" she replied, staring at her mom and dad. "He's Bram's business partner and a friend of Daffa's Yoga cousin" Sya explained.

Mr. Airlangga just commented a smile and then invited them back to continue their steps around the Kaaba.

Like getting a breath of fresh air, Mr. Airlangga occasionally discussed business issues with Close.

Both of them look very enthusiastic. Syakila and Bu Suhada can only be listeners to both.

Humble and supple nature of Mr. Airlangga makes Close not the least feel awkward when talking to the middle-aged man.

"Not surprisingly, Syakila's father was very good. I was like I was chatting with Genta alone," Inner Close with a faint smile.

Even the tail of the eye, occasionally stealing a glance at Syakila and Suhada ma'am. Again the corners of his lips formed an arch.

There is something that is difficult to understand with feelings now. Moreover, he really liked Syakila with the clothes she was wearing at this time.

"Can you go on like that? Honestly, I'd love it if you kept wearing clothes like that."

The expression of his heart was only able to say in his heart. But his smile remained on its back and then held his chest.

Debaran which now makes his chest pounding incoherently. His heart beat twice as fast as usual.

"Close ... What do you think? Will he be the successor to Azzura? If so, answer my prayer, O God," Inner Close again as she glanced at Syakila

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