The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 47: Have you ever seen the crack of a glass ...?

The rain was getting heavier and more even lightning, lightning and thunder were twitching to each other. If in general most girls are so frightened to hear the sound of thunder and thunder booming, but that is not the case for Azzura.

He still looks calm while reading the Qur'an and praying for his mother and father.

Close who had been standing by the window could only look at him with a gaze that he could hardly understand.

Looking at his wife's plain, shady face while reading the Qur'an made him want to sit beside her and want to embrace her.

But when remembering the incident last afternoon when his wife was very angry, his guts seemed to shrink and did not dare to disturb the calm of the hijab woman.

"Zu .. I'm sorry .. I want us to start our marriage relationship from scratch again. Can we fix our relationship like we used to? I can't lie to my heart if I still love you until now" muttered Close without taking his eyes off his wife.

"The emotions, the anger and all the resentment that often possessed me all I vented on you solely because I still had no answer from your relationship and that middle-aged man" Close muttered again.

A second later Close turned his gaze back to the window, seeing the torrent of rain falling on the earth.

For a moment he closed his eyes, the shadows of physical violence, mockery and accusations he often made to his wife filled his mind again.

Regrets ...

That one word now represents and envelops him. Until it did not feel like the arrogant figure was shedding tears.

The expression full of emotion his wife who peaked last afternoon now scared him.

Divorce ...

Again the word made his whole body start to freeze. He was afraid that Azzura would actually make his request come true at that time.

The night is getting late even rain as if reluctant to stop watering the earth and increasingly make the room become cold. Realizing that Azzura had been sitting in the room for a long time, he finally closed the Qur'an that he had been reading.

"Close," said Zu, who was now standing. "Sleep it's late. Tomorrow you have to go to the office" continued Zu.

Close turned around and looked at him with a sad look.

"I prepared the room first. You sleep in my room. I'm going to sleep in mom's room" Zu said and left her for her room.

Shortly after being in his room, Azzura cleaned his mattress and prepared a blanket on the bed.

Shortly after, Close approached him but Azzura took a step back.

"Sleep .. sorry, my room is not as luxurious as your room," said Zu then will pass by leaving it.

But quickly Close held her hand and took her into his arms crying.

"Zu .. forgive me," he said in a trembling voice. "I'm sorry for accusing you of nothing all along. I'm sorry because with his vileness I've made your physique sick. Forgive all my attitude and actions for making your mind hurt. Let me fix everything."

Azzura just flinching in her husband's arms did not even return the embrace of the man who had been close to her even repeatedly expressed love for her.

His heart was already injured and could even be like a broken glass.

Azzura pushed slowly on her husband's body and stared at his brown bead and then said in a soft voice,

"Have you ever seen a glass crack and break? The glass can still be put together again. But still it is not perfect even still visible scratches crack. That's what I am now. I've forgiven you, but still the scar remains in my heart."

Hearing his wife's soft words, Close could only bow lethargic with tears full of regret.

"If only I could show my heart, you would see so many scars, almost all of them," Zu said. "I only ask that after we have separated, never treat the same thing to your new future companion" Zu continued.

"Zu .. Give me one last chance to fix everything" please Close.

Azzura was silent but a second later without answering, she resumed her steps leaving her husband in the room.

Seeing Azzura's cold demeanor towards him, he seemed to feel increasingly cornered.

Azzura, who was in her mother's room, was sitting on the side of the bed crying.

"Sorry ...? Even if you beg and prostrate at my feet, I can't give you a chance. Too much pain, too deep a wound that you have inflicted on my heart, "said Zu with a gasp.

After that Azzura approached, the window then sat near the object while staring at the raindrops.

"Even the sky seemed to feel the deep sadness that I felt," she softened again and wiped away her tears

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Apartment Yoga ...

"Is Azzura okay?" his Yoga recalled the figure of the beautiful-eyed hijab girl.

The girl's words and cries continued to be reflected and ringing in her ears. Sounds painful and painful.

"Azzura .. I promise to always protect you. Mom took you to me and that means you'll be my responsibility" he said again. "I'm sure your suffering is over soon. Be a strong and patient woman because you are not alone."

Yoga was still at home in his study, occasionally he massaged the base of his nose because he felt his head hurt.

But for some reason, he suddenly remembered his father. A glimpse of his memory returned when his father hugged Azzura tightly.

"Astaghfirullah ... Yoga ... what do you think" she whispered. I don't know why there was a little jealousy when he saw his father hugging Azzura did not even hesitate to kiss the top of the girl's head.

"It looks like Azzura is so close to dad. It looks so good that she's so comfortable in dad's arms."

Yoga dissolves with his own mind until his eyes begin to be attacked by drowsiness then he returns to his room.

"Close be prepared with all the possibilities that will happen. It was not impossible if Azzura was really going to sue for divorce," hissed Yoga with a cynical smile then slowly closed his eyes.

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Early morning dawn at 05.00 ...

Azzura seemed to still be at home sitting on his chest. Again he could not hold back his tears.

The harsh reality that forced him to accept the reality, which was left for good by his mother and father, as well as making him an orphan.

"O Allah la tahzan innallaha ma'ana" he called the prayer. "Close be prepared .. Once momy is healthy and stable, I will sue you. After that I will go as far away from this city as possible and will live my life in a new city" she said, wiping away her tears.

"Momy, I'm sorry if in the end I can't make Close change. Let him decide his own path as well as mine. Thank you for all the kindness momy, the affection that momy gave me without discriminating between child and daughter-in-law," continued Zu.

💔 Every series of stories that must have regrets, that's where we can take the meaning of a life. Regret always comes at the end so we have more time to learn.💔

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