The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 43: This is nothing ...

Azzura continued to dissolve in his sadness, at the moment all he needed was strength. Imagining all the possibilities that would happen to his mother, made him sob again in the arms of his in-laws.

"I'm sorry daddy and momy. We were too selfish for forcing you to accept this marriage. If daddy knows the end will be like this, better daddy and momy do not marry you," said Mr. Kheil with a trembling voice.

While Mr. Prasetya who had been in the room since was forced to lift his legs leaving the place with a feeling of anger.

He chose to return to Farhan's workspace to temper his emotions after knowing the truth about Azzura.

It felt like he beat up Close that second too if the son and his employees were not in place. Plus the presence of Mr. Kheil that made him forced to hold back his anger.

"Fadil ... What kind of man has your daughter married? How could he torture your only princess," furious Mr. Prasetya while clenching his hands.

While in the ICU room, Farhan and Yoga asked the three nurses who were still in the room to leave them.

In between her cries, Azzura suddenly remembered the sick momy Lio.

"Dad .. momy ..." she recalled Momy Lio who was sick in the mansion. "Momy in the mansion is also sick," he said. His tears are flowing more and more.

"Yes Allah .. grant healing to my two beloved women" Zu prayed in his heart.

After that the vision starts to darken, dizzy and feel tight. Again he fainted in the arms of the in-laws.

"Zu! Son!" call daddy. "Close help daddy, Azzura fainted," he ordered.

Close immediately carried his wife.

"Close, just take it to Farhan's room" said Yoga. "The room is not far from here. Come ... come with me," take yoga with anxiety.

Close just according and then follow the steps of Yoga towards the workspace Farhan.

Shortly after being in the doorway, Yoga immediately opened the rectangular object and asked Close to lay Azzura on the sofa of the room.

Again he wondered when he found Mr. Prasetya was in the room.

"Who exactly is this guy? It seems like he is quite close to Azzura and my in-laws. Did he and Azzura really have a serious relationship?"

"Let Azzura be there .. and you." Mr. Prasetya looked at Close with a hostile look. "Leave this room," pinta pak Prasetya in a cold tone.

As if not to lose, Close stood up and faced Prasetya as if challenging the middle-aged man.

"I'm her husband and I deserve to be with her" Close said, angry and jealous.

Mr. Prasetya smiled cynically looking at him.

"His husband? Did I hear wrong?" reply Prasetya sir while patting Close's chest as if mocking.

"Did Azzura ever consider you her husband, hmm?" cynical pak Prasetya. "You need to learn a lot to be a good husband, responsible, have good ethics and lastly a husband must have authority and respect. Firmly but not to be rude or to oppress weak women," concluded pak Prasetya.

"Did you know? What's a man who dares to a weak woman?" pak Prasetya. "BANCI," taunted Mr. Prasetya.

"You!!!" angry Close then pointed his fist towards Mr. Prasetya but quickly Mr. Prasetya caught his hand and twisted it.

"Aarrayghhh!!!" pekik Close withstood the pain.

"Damn!!! Turns out he's quite agile. Who exactly is he?" swear Close while holding his hand due to being twisted by Mr. Prasetya.

"Leave this room before I do anything rougher than just twist your hand" Prasetya said, threatening him.

"Close, you better leave this room," Yoga pinta then opens the door.

Without saying much, he left the place feeling arrogant.

While in the ICU room, Mr. Kheil approached the patient bed where Ms. Isma was lying with many medical devices attached to her body.

He cried, regretted and did not know what to do. "Bu Isma .." - She shrieked in a choked voice. "I'm sorry for me and my wife. Because of the two of us, your only daughter has to endure the pain of our son" said Mr. Kheil as he wept at her. "I feel like I failed to educate my son. I promise I won't get in the way of Azzura if she decides to divorce my son. I think that's the right decision" concluded Mr. Kheil.

Farhan walked up to the middle-aged man and grabbed his shoulder. Mr. Kheil could only bow and feel embarrassed by the incident they had just passed.

"Doctor Farhan, please do your best to besan me" he wrote.

"Mr. .. as much as possible I and the medical team will do their best for Ms. Isma. But if something happens to him, we can't do anything because as doctors, we are just intermediaries. A person's life has been determined by the destiny line determined by Allah SWT," Farhan said with sadness.

Nodding, Mr. Kheil looked back at Isma and then at Farhan. "Doctor Farhan, I say goodbye. Please let me know if Ms. Isma has regained consciousness" she said.

"Okay, sir," Farhan replied. "Mari .. let me deliver," asked Farhan and answered with a nod to Mr. Kheil's head.

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A moment after escorting Mr. Kheil to the parking lot, Farhan seemed to strengthen the middle-aged man.

"Sir, be careful on the road. About the incident, do not think too much about it first. All we need right now is a prayer for Isma" Farhan said.

"Thank you, doctor Farhan," replied Mr. Kheil. After that, he left the hospital and went straight home.

After the death of Mr. Kheil, Farhan resumed his steps to immediately meet his father and sister and Azzura in his room.

When his step was in the hospital loby, he passed by Close. As if he did not want to take a dizzy, he just passed the crossbred man without greeting.

Close who felt cornered, as if feeling frustrated. With a shunt step he continued to step towards the direction of his parked car.

"Mother ... Azzura .. I'm sorry. Is the door really closed for me? Is there no last chance for me to fix our household?" he wondered to himself.

Instantly he remembered the divorce papers and also the blank checks in his desk drawer.

"I had to hide the letter as soon as possible, so that Azzura would not find it," he hissed again and immediately left the hospital's parking lot.

Now what is in the mind of Close is the concern about Azzura's decision. He was really afraid that Azzura would choose to part from him.

💔 The human heart can absorb the mirror. Once it's smashed, fixed it, reassembled it to exactly the same as before almost impossible.💔 (Tere Liye)

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