The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 39: What is their relationship ...?

Shortly after being outside the room, Azzura immediately brushed off her husband's big hand. But quickly Close held onto his wrist.

"Please!!" furious Zu, then stomped his hand hard from the grasp of her husband.

But Close seemed to heed his ear and then pulled him into his room. Once the two were inside the room, Close locked the door and put the key in his pants pocket.

"You want what you?!!" growled with tightened jaws.

"You what? Especially if you want to ask for my rights as your husband?" close replied casually and then took off the coat that wrapped his body.

Instead of being scared or panicked, Azzura simply flinched on the spot crossing her hands on her chest with a sinister look as if ridiculing.

"Just try if you want your heirloom object will never wake up again" threatened Zu with being so arrogant. "That part will never happen before we remarry" Zu continued with a mocking smile.

Even if you want to remarry, I will never want to. Disgusting man.

Azzura was upset. Hearing his wife's words, Close stopped his steps right in front of Azzura and looked deeply at the manikinya.

Again Close wants to grip the smooth cheeks of Azzura but is immediately restrained when remembering the threat full of anger from Yoga.

"Open the door, because my time has been wasted just because it's serving you," cynical Zu fearlessly returned a sharp look from her husband.

Close was unmoved but still he felt very irritated to hear the words of his wife.

"Open the door" Zu asked and walked up to the door. "Rather than you wasting your time just because you want to finish your desire, you should take me to the hospital" Zu said. "After that, please meet your mistress. If you need, please make love. I even hope your lover is conceded," Zu said again. "Wouldn't that make you happy and speed up our divorce?" concluded Zu.

Close just flinching then bowed listlessly to hear his wife's innuendo. A second later he approached his wife and hugged her from behind. Hearing the word divorce, for some reason he suddenly felt afraid if he lost his wife.

"Please!!" she then took off her husband's hands. "Never touch me with that filthy body of yours. The body that has often done adultery, "repeat Zu with a cold tone.

Once again Close as if skinned, his heart slipped to hear the words of his wife, worried and felt his wife increasingly keep her distance from him.

"Zu .. ak .." he had not yet resumed his sentence Azzura interrupted again.

"Didn't you hear me? Open the door and let me see my mother" Zu said in a cold tone.

Inevitably, Close was forced to reach into his pants pocket to pull out the key and open the room door.

As soon as the door opened, Azzura immediately continued his steps down the stairs without waiting for Close.

Shortly after being in the parking lot, he immediately opened the car door and landed his butt in the chair while waiting for Close with a feeling of being coxed.

If it wasn't for Momy, I wouldn't have a car with him.

Shortly afterwards, Close opened the car door and sat in the steering wheel. Before starting the car engine, he took a quick glance at his wife.

While the glimpsed just flinch as if it does not care. The moment the vehicle started speeding, the two of them just remained silent without anyone opening their voices.

"Why don't you ever tell me that you're sick" Close asked, opening her voice.

Azzura just shook her head and continued to look out the car window and reluctantly replied.

Again Azzura remained silent and refused to answer.

"Rel ..." Still the same, the hijab girl remained silent a thousand languages even glanced at him reluctantly.

Close rubbed his face rough and grabbed his cigarette. Burn and sip it. The action made Azzura cough because of cigarette smoke.

Feeling that Azzura was uncomfortable, he immediately lowered the windshield of the car and felt a little guilty.

After about forty minutes of driving, the two finally arrived at the hospital.

After Close parked his car, Azzura wanted to open the door but he held back for a moment and said, "No need to accompany me or wait for me" Zu said without looking at me. "Just relax, I'm going home to the mansion tonight" she said, opening the car door and leaving her husband.

"Zu" he looked at the back of his wife who was away. But he quickly opened his car door and quietly followed his wife.

Azzura continued to step small until the tail of his eyes was accidentally fixed towards a shady tree in the hospital garden.

His eyes immediately glazed over to look at the figure he so longed for because the two had not met for a long time. Uncle Pras that's how he used to call him. The middle-aged handsome man looked like he was waiting for someone.

"Uncle Pras," he said as he accelerated his steps towards the shady tree. After his steps almost approached he greeted with a trembling voice.

"Uncle Pras" he said.

Just contact Mr. Prasetya immediately turned his head. Feeling very familiar with the figure of the beautiful-eyed hijab girl, he immediately stood up and walked up to her and took her into his arms.

"Uncle Pras," cried Zu again, shedding all his tears in the middle-aged man's arms. The longing for the figure of his father can be felt from the close embrace of Mr. Prasetya.

"Cry, son, it's okay. At least it can make you feel a little relieved," whispered Mr. Prasetya while stroking his back fondly and then pecked the top of Azzura's head covered with hijab.

The more tears flow. In addition, he missed the figure of his father who had long died.

Without both realizing it, from different directions, both Close and Yoga both stared at the two.

If Yoga can understand the closeness of Azzura with the father on the contrary with Close. The husband of Azzura looked so angry.

Again he clenched his hands together, tightened his jaw and moved his teeth.

"So he's still in touch with that middle-aged man? Do they often meet in this hospital? Don't-don't he also often come home late because of the man too? Was all her needs guaranteed by the man?" his mind kept wondering and guessing.

Instantly his mind was filled with various questions that increasingly made his emotions provoked.

"So you rejected me outright by saying my body was dirty because of frequent adultery. Then what about you, is that middle-aged man better than me? Hypocritical girl?" snarl. "Look at it later, I'll really threaten you if you don't want to serve me as your husband" he growled again with his jaw tightening in his anger.

Shortly afterwards he knitted his eyebrows when Yoga approached Prasetya and Azzura who was still crying hugging his father.

"Yoga? What's their relationship?" hisses wondered.

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