The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 22: Where are her parents ...?

A moment after the two were in the car, Azzura was only silent a thousand languages and just looked out the car window.

After a bit away from momy's house, then Azzura opened his voice. "Stop right here. I'll take the angkot, "he asked without looking at it.

Close glanced at him for a moment but ignored his request and continued to drive his car.

"I said stop!" his insistence and began to feel furious because Close did not pay attention to his words. Feeling upset, Azzura took off the seat belt and opened the car door, regardless of his safety.

Just contact it made Close panic and spontaneously brak suddenly.

"Are you crazy, huh!!" snapped it.

"Yes!! I'm crazy, why?" reply Zu was no less upset then immediately got out of the car and then walked in the opposite direction from the Close car.

"Azzura!! call him and then return back the car but the girl seemed to care and ignore him and instead stood up while holding the angkot that approached him.

Not wanting Close to force him back, Azzura quickly entered the angkot and told the driver to leave the place immediately.

Close bowed lethargicly when Azzura had already entered into the angkot. He pulled his car over for a moment on the shoulder. Again he again imagined his wife's face when crying in the arms of momy a few hours ago.

"If he wanted to, he could have reported all the KDRT I did to him, to momy and daddy. He could even deny that he was not barren. But why is he quiet?" he shrieked while bowing languidly.

Close continued on his way back to his home. Usually he would go to Laura's apartment. I don't know why he just wanted to go home.

about twenty minutes into the ride, Close finally arrived at his house.

Shortly after being inside the house, he immediately landed his buttocks on the living room sofa while massaging the base of his nose.

"Such a single one," his his hiss then moved and set his feet toward the kitchen. Again his steps stopped when his tail was directed to the dining table, money and the two cards he put still remain in place even intact.

"What for the past six months, he's only been eating out? What about his other needs? Is it because of that, he's overtime to supplement his income?"

Close wondered for himself while staring at the money that every day he added nominal, but never once the money was reduced even the position still remains the same as the two cards.

A glimpse of his memory goes back six months ago when he brawnily doused Azzura with coffee and scattered all the food on the table that time.

Even with confidence he said he would never want to touch or taste processed cuisine from the hands of his wife.

"Did you know? There are still a lot of people out there who are less fortunate to want to enjoy food like this. But you haughtily squandered all this food. There will be times when you want to taste the cuisine from my own hands. But when you want, maybe I'll never cook again, except for myself."

Close stepped back and stopped right in front of the door of Azzura's room. Again he remembered the words of his wife who forbade him to enter his room. 🤭.

"Never open or enter this room. Because this is my private area. Just like I can't set foot on the second floor. Aren't we strangers?"

"Go back to your room. You're afraid you'll be allergic to being in a village woman's area like me."

"Azzura," he softly looked at the door of the room.

He touched the door, held the handle and turned it around. His eyebrows clocked when the door was instantly opened as he turned the handle.

"Tumben wasn't locked, did he forget?" he guessed and it turned out to be true. Azzura's room key was still stuck in place.

Because Azzura was in a hurry, the girl forgot to pull out the room key that was still stuck in the back door handle.

Without a second thought and shrouded in curiosity, Close opened the door and entered the narrow room.

When staring at the thin folded mattress that rolled neatly, he felt guilty because his wife's mattress was very much different from the mattress in his room.

"Azzura ..." he wrote. He then stared at the versatile closet shelf where all the objects owned by his wife neatly arranged into one there.

"Rapi really," he hissed as he touched his wife's clothes on the shelf.

He sat himself on the tile and grabbed the picture frame of the girl on the table with her parents and best friend.

one thing he only realized, when he married Azzura his parents were not at all seen on the show even the guardian was his own daddy.

"Where are his parents? Why were they not present when we got married? Even up to this moment I had never met them," he muttered and then put the frame back where it came from.

He recalled the night where he came to Azzura the house looked lonely even his parents were not in the house.

"Where are his parents actually? That night when I went to his house on his own and his parents were nowhere to be seen?"

Close wondered again and made him even more curious.

Satisfied with observing the room, he moved from his seat. His brows frowned as he stared at the pair of pajama shorts hanging behind the door of the room.

"What would he be like wearing these pajamas? How white is her skin and how does her hair look and model? Is it long or short? I've never even seen him wear this kind of shirt at home" he murmured curiously.

After that, he left the room and went up to his room. Shortly after being in his room, he immediately laid his body on the bed and seemed to think. Shortly thereafter, he changed his position to sit.

A second later he opened the nightstand drawer and grabbed the divorce papers and blank checks and stared at the two sheets for a long time. He seemed to think and somehow he felt afraid that Azzura would actually sign the divorce papers. Especially when he saw her crying and was ready for divorce if when both parents agreed to his wife's intentions.

"No ... no. This is not true," he hiss riled.

Close put the sheet back in the drawer and accidentally saw her wedding ring that she had not worn for the past six months.

He grabbed the ring and then wrapped it around his ring finger. "I want to try and start from zero" he said.

Not without reason, considering his wife was getting closer to his assistant, he seemed unwilling. Even several times he caught him walking together even though they were not alone but with his friends.

"Damn!!! It is not impossible Yoga and Azzura can establish a close relationship if the two continue to be together," he said.

Close paused for a moment and grabbed the cigarette and the lighter. After burning the object he took a deep sip and then blew his smoke violently.

"It seems I have to find out about Azzura and his family from his best friend" he muttered and stared at his wedding ring which was now back around his ring finger.

A second later, Close grabbed his phone and wanted to contact his wife. But he only realized during his marriage he never exchanged mobile numbers with his wife.

"Ahh ... shit!!" objurgation. "Even I don't have his phone number" he said, rubbing his face violently and sipping his cigarette again.

Again he seemed to think. "Where exactly was he going? Did he go home?" guess what to wonder for yourself. "I'd better go there, who knows if he's actually in his house. So I could meet his mother in person" he said expectantly.

Close decides to go to Azzura's house. It was his hope that the girl was in the residence.

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