The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 34: A coincidence or destiny ...

Close who has now arrived at the club' night immediately approached the bartender table and greeted his friend who had been there since.

"Close," said Mizan.

"Hmm .. has it been a while?"

"Come, wash your eyes first see the clear," he said and then chuckled. "What's wrong? looks like your face is really tangled."

"It's okay. What's clear all day is that I'm really unlucky," he said, then gestured to the bartender.

"Why?" mizan asked and took a sip of his cigarette.

"Yoga, resign from my office?"

"What?!!" peekkik Mizan's. "But why Close" asked Mizan.

"He wants to focus on working in the hospital. I didn't expect Yoga to be a psychologist" Close explained, then sipped a drink that had just been poured into his glass.

"just that? Are you sure there is nothing else?" search for his friend again.

Close flinched and seemed to be burning his cigarette. So as to make Mizan chuckle after accidentally, the tail of his eyes directed to the wedding ring of the man who is now back coiled on his ring finger.

"Waaah ... since when did the ring come back around on your finger?" ledek Mizan's. "Have you come to your senses and accepted Azzura?" cecar Mizan again with a satirical tone.

"Curtain! It's none of your business" he decanted in annoyance and went back to sipping his drink.

Shortly thereafter, Laura and her friends entered the club that night. He walked over to Close and hugged her from behind.

"Honey .. apparently you're here" he whispered. "Why didn't you answer my call?" then he sat down next to her.

"I was at momy's house earlier" she lied and sipped her drink again. Feeling Laura continue to feel him as soon as his desire stirred.

Feeling Close respond, Laura smiled meaningfully. "You make love in this club room' or as usual in your house" he whispered in a sensual tone.

But suddenly Close remembered Azzura's words this afternoon. He looked fixedly at Laura's face and then reviewed the smile while stroking her cheek.

"It doesn't seem like it's for tonight, because I'm still tired, honey," she replied.

Shit man!!! My plan failed tonight.

Laura grew upset and smiled with a force.

"All right, I'm not forcing. But tonight stay in my apartment" Laura said.

"Darling, next time. You see, I promised Momy that I would stay at their house with Azzura" she lied. Though at this time he felt troubled thinking about his wife and the whereabouts of the in-laws who were either being treated in which hospital.

Laura sighed disappointedly with clenched hands when Close mentioned Azzura's name instead of the barista girl. Instantly he felt bitter.

I won't let you fall in love with that barista girl! He's back in.

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Apartment Yoga ...

He seemed to be in his study while staring at the papers showing the traces of KDRT from Close on Azzura's body.

"Zu .. Why are you still hanging on with that jerk guy?" he then put the paper back in his desk bag and massaged the base of his nose.

"Mother, even if I'm just a lying husband, I will protect her and make her as cheerful as ever."

Yoga sighed then leaned his head on the back of the chair. But suddenly he remembered Azzura's words.

"Oh yes, I still remember a few years ago when Uncle Pras came here, he had expressed his intention to match me with his son."

"What time was it, the girl you were referring to was Azzura?" hisses. "At that time, my father wanted to match me with the daughter of my best friend but I refused. Akh ... stupid me at that time if the girl you mean is Azzura," he regretted.

"Yes Allah ... Azzura is right, is this a coincidence or is it destiny. Would it be my fault if I wished Azzura had truly separated from her bastard husband?" ogre.

She continued to dissolve with her mind, wondering and really hoping that the hijab girl would be separated from her husband.

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Back to club ...

The night is getting late even the club's night is getting crowded at the visit of young people and also some of his business partners.

Because it has felt his head start to hurt because of consuming too many alcoholic drinks.

Finally Close chose to leave the place after saying goodbye to Mizan and Laura as well as some business friends.

Shortly after being in the parking lot, he got into his car.

"Sssssttttt ... shit!!! My head hurts a lot," he complained, leaning back for a moment and massaging his head.

After that, he started the car engine and started driving his vehicle to his residence.

Along the way home, his mind was again filled with the face of his wife. The look of hate, the tone of speech is tight and do not forget the beautiful eyes that often look disgusted at him, even want to touch his fingers he immediately brushed off his hands.

"Azzura ..." he wrote. The series of violence that he often did immediately made him guilty especially when he said his wife was barren in front of his parents yesterday.

He recalled six months ago, when he accused him of even stomping on Azzura's stomach without mercy. Threatening to kill the fetus in his womb if his wife is pregnant.

Feeling his mind a little chaotic, he pulled his car over on the shoulder of the road for a moment while pondering.

After a few minutes, after feeling a little calm, he continued his journey until he arrived at his home.

While passing the Azzura motorbike he had stopped for a moment and looked at his wife's vehicle and took the initiative to buy it a car.

"If I buy him a car, will he accept? Think of it as a wedding gift from me and at the same time my apology to her" he said. "But how? While the money and cards I put on the table alone, never touched by it," he murmured again.

He approached the door and pressed the password and opened it. As soon as he stepped up and was about to climb the stairs, his steps came to a halt for a moment then furrowed his brows.

"Azzura" he turned his back and approached his wife, who appeared to be in deep sleep.

"When did he sleep here?" he looked at his wife's sad face. Slowly he crouched down and stroked his head which was covered with hijab.

Because Azzura is very sensitive with a touch, willing to be as calm as he sleeps, he will realize because he feels disturbed.

Feeling his head like someone was touching, he slowly opened his eyes. When she knew Close the culprit, she immediately sat herself down and shifted her position away from her husband with a look of hate.

In addition to the smell of drinks that burst from his body made Azzura immediately feel nauseous.

"You want what you?! ketusnya then stood up but quickly Close hugged him. "Please!!! Her chest then elbowed her husband's stomach hard.

"Adrgio ... Zu!!! " his wrath then spontaneously released Azzura.

"Never exceed your limits, even if we are married. I told you that I fell over myself because of what you said back then. And that means you must not touch me even if you insist," Zu said with a furious feeling. "A disgusting man like you deserves to be with a disgusting woman like your lover" he sneered and stepped back to leave her.

"Awluck!!!!" His baritone voice instantly echoed filled the room in the middle of the night.

But Azzura did not care about it and instead sped up his steps towards his room. He reached into his bag to retrieve the room key but the room key was not in his bag.

He forgot that his room key was still stuck in the door handle. "Where the hell?!" his hiss was bitter because he did not find the key.

Close, who seemed to be approaching him, smiled meaningfully. "Why? Have you forgotten something?" ask Close with your jaw tightening.

Azzura immediately directed his gaze forward. "You want what you?!!" reply Zu then and spontaneously turn the door handle.

Instantly surprised and helped, he quickly entered his room and closed the door quickly.

After seeing the key to his room that is still stuck he did not waste the opportunity by directly locking the door quickly.

"Azzura open the door!!!" close snapped while banging on the door but Azzura just kept quiet and smothered his mouth with both hands.

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