The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 25: Don't blame myself if ...?

The Prasetya Hospital 2 ...

Tok ... tok ...

Yoga knocked on the door of the room Dirut currently occupied by the mother.

"Bun" he said after opening the door and then approached her.

"Yoga, come here, son, ' pinta mama then moved to sit on the sofa room. "Mother wants to discuss important things with you," continued the mother.

Must be about this hospital. I don't think I'm ready to take on this responsibility.

He obediently sat down next to his mother.

"What's up, Bun? Mommy should rest at home, especially this Sunday. This is going to the hospital" protested Yoga. "There are, of course, Radit if you need help."

Mother Fahira only commented on the smile of hearing the speech of the youngest son.

"This time you don't need Radit's help but you" said the mother.

Instantly his eyebrows were clutched. "I mean Mother?"

"You mean, when do you want to sit quietly in this room? Don't expect to continue with Radit" continued the mother.

Yoga sighed then glanced at the mother who was seen holding a large envelope.

"Yoga, mom wants you to stop working at the K.L Group company. You should focus on working in this hospital as a Psychologist as well as taking over the position of Managing Director at this hospital," said the mother. "Why did you go to college if you didn't do your job as a psychologist. You are in vain to learn the science of psychology," said the mother again.

Yoga unmoving. "I was expecting it, and again my mother talked about it. Haaa... What should I do?" his inner.

"Yoga? Did you hear mommy?" ask mother while patting her thigh.

"Yes, I hear you," he said lazily.

"Yoga, listen carefully. Until when are you going to give this responsibility to Radit. While he is also busy carrying out his duties as a doctor at this hospital," advised mother. "Why do you work in a people's company while this hospital needs a competent director like you. Three days later, I will be home from my duties. I hope you don't disappoint her."

Again Yoga floundered and bowed lethargic.

Yes, Yoga is a psychologist, but he only occasionally accepts patients if the mother needs his services.

Mother, Farhan and her first brother Fadiyah Daniela worked as a doctor while Prasetya's father was a Laksdya in the TNI AL unit as well as a doctor.

The average Yoga family works as a doctor.

"Yoga, you want to be the leader of this hospital, son?" ask mother expectantly.

"But Bun ..."

"Honey, I'm sure you can. Don't worry mom and dad. Look at your two brothers they can be, so leaders," continued the mother.

"Alright," he said slowly and looked resigned.

Silent for a moment, until the tail of his eyes again directed to the table where a brown envelope held by mother Fahira lay there.

"Surely mother would like to ask for my help again. If there was such an envelope already, there must be a patient that I must accompany," he hissed inwardly.

"Yoga, you need your help to accompany this patient. You mean you have to provide counseling guidance to her," said the mother opened her voice.

"Yoga, this is as much privacy as it has ever been" she said and replied with a nod of her head.

"This patient is different from previous patients. She already thinks like your own daughter. She was young but every day she got a KDRT from her husband and it lasted almost every night. Mother did not feel the heart when she saw her body full of bruises," explained mother. Without feeling his tears flowed along to imagine Azzura's face.

"Why didn't he just leave that jerk!!" geram Yoga with clenched hands. Whatever the reason, he doesn't allow a man to flirt with a woman. "A guy like that, a loser guy," he continued with tightened jaws.

"Mother has suggested, son. But she still survives because of her mother," she explained and wiped away her tears.

Deg ...

His eyes immediately rounded perfectly and then stared fixedly at the mother. He did not want to guess if the figure that was now on his mind was Azzura.

"What do you mean by a girl with a hijab and beautiful eyes?" tanya Yoga wants to make sure.

"Yes" replied the mother assured.

"His complaint?" his Yoga.

"Anger and always afraid at night, it's because he often gets hit when he comes home to visit his mother. Even by late afternoon he had started to get restless," explained the mother. "Yoga ... for more details, you can read the complaint on the envelope. Even the evidence of the visa you've taken."

Deg ....

Again Yoga felt more confident if the patient was Azzura.

"Yes, mommy's out first. You can learn the case first," said the mother then moved off the sofa and left her in the room.

After the death of Fahira. Yoga stared fixedly at the large envelope on the table. With a thumping chest he grabbed the envelope. If he could, he wouldn't want that patient to be Azzura.

How cruel the treatment of Close to Azzura if the figure is the true girl.

"Did Azzura often meet with mother? Even the most privacy thing he wanted to tell his household problems to his mother," his his hiss then opened the envelope and took out the contents and read the girl's biodata.

He had wanted to deny that the patient was Azzura but, in reality, it was like that and the patient was indeed Azzura.

"Azzura Zahra," he wrote while reading the first sheet and seemed ordinary about his complaints so far until arriving in the fourth sheet. Instantly he tightened his jaw while staring at the results of the visa which showed some parts of the girl's body look blue even some purplish.

"Fuck!! Goddamn bum!!! You loser guy!!" he then squeezed the sheet and immediately got out of his seat.

If only Close was in front of him, he might have beaten the crossbred man to avenge his actions on Azzura.

"Don't blame myself if Azzura falls into my arms. Women as good and gentle as that, you can hurt his physical to have an impact on his psyche. The Laknat guy," he growled.

He recalled the words of Isma six months ago. Her tears instantly flowed, her chest instantly becoming tight.

"If your mother knew this fact, I can't imagine what she looks like, she'll definitely drop, Zu," she said in a trembling voice. "For a stone you think is a diamond, you have wasted a real diamond. An accursed man like you does fit in with that cheap woman."

Yoga wiped her tears imagining Azzura's sad face.

"Since the beginning I've suspected that your marriage is wrong" he explained. "Tomorrow I'll resign from that company. Mommy's right, I should focus on working in this hospital" he explained.

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