The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 48: Nothing is eternal ...

An hour later, Azzura began to tidy up his prayer utensils and headed for the kitchen. Although not sure if Close will taste the cuisine, she still made breakfast and coffee for her husband.

"There's no harm in making him breakfast. Tasting or not up to him," murmured Zu.

He also seemed to start processing the ingredients and then began cooking until mateng.

After about thirty minutes of struggling in the kitchen, finally simple food mateng as well. He also arranged neatly and put coffee on the dining table at once.

Feeling that enough was enough, Azzura returned to her mother's room and ordered ojol. Once she finished ordering the ojol, she grabbed a piece of paper and wrote a message for her husband.

Before going to the office, have breakfast if you like. But if you don't want to, please don't scatter like that time. Leave it on the table.

Azzura went back to the kitchen, then put the paper on the front door of the refrigerator. After that, he left the house without bringing anything but a few pieces of money.

His goal was to an artificial lake to calm his mind. He continued to tread slowly towards the side of the road waiting for his order.

While waiting, he looked dreamy. Sometimes she wipes away her tears that suddenly fall.

"Mother .. father." - He recalled the two figures he loved so dearly. "Either what kind of life I will live after leaving this city" he explained.

Tin ... tin .. tin ...

The sound of a motor horn resuscitates him from his daydream.

"With Ma'am Azzura Zahra?" ask bang ojol.

"Yes, Bang," replied Zu. "Bang, please take me to xxx street yes," he asked.

"Ready, Ma'am," said bang ojol. After that, he gave Azzura a helmet. After making sure Azzura has climbed on the bike, then bang ojol continue the journey to the destination.

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At 07:00 am ...

Close seemed to squirm, slowly he opened his eyes and grabbed his phone.

"What?! It's seven o'clock?" his hisses then sat himself down. A few seconds later, he got out of bed and opened the window curtain.

"Azzura?" he remembered his wife. He continued to go to the bathroom to wash his face.

As soon as he finished, he returned to the room and went down to the first floor, hoping to see his wife.

His forehead immediately puckered when he found the food that had been neatly arranged on the table with a cup of coffee.

He stepped over to the dining table and wanted to open the refrigerator, but stopped for a moment when he found a piece of paper stuck on it.

Close grabbed the paper and read it.

"Zu," hept.

A moment of his memory goes back six months ago, when with a stand he poured his wife's coffee and then squandered all the food that his wife had prepared for him.

"I'm sorry" he said again and looked for the figure of the hijab girl to all corners of the room to the room of her late-in-law. "Where is he," sizzled Close.

Until his tail was fixed toward his wife's cellphone lying on the nightstand.

"Even his phone was left behind. Did he go to mom and dad's grave?" Close guess.

"It turns out the cooking is delicious," muttered Close and then sipped his coffee. Again he praised his wife's cooking and coffee. "Not wrong, because he did go to college in that department. If she pleases I want to open a cafe to be managed by her," muttered Close again.

A few minutes later, he was ready to go home to change his clothes.

Shortly after being in the car, Close started the engine of his car and left his wife's residence.

When on the way home, he seemed to think and was still overwhelmed with curiosity about the figure of Mr. Prasetya.

Again he contacted someone to find out about the figure of Mr. Prasetya, as well as sending a photo of the middle-aged handsome man to his confidants.

Somehow he felt if Prasetya sir had a difficult feeling he meant to his wife.

"What am I thinking? And what about Yoga? He and Azzura also looked so close. But still I'm more jealous if Azzura is with the middle-aged man" he said bitterly.

Forty minutes later, he arrived at his home. He was surprised when he found the lover's car parked in his yard.

"Is Laura staying over? Fortunately last night the phone, I turned it off," he hissed and then approached the door of the house and pressed the password.

Shortly after being in her room, Close sighed violently and then passed into the changing room to change her clothes.

A few minutes later, he looked neat and hurriedly left the room without caring about Laura who was still soundly asleep.

"It's different with Azzura," he muttered unknowingly comparing his wife to her lover. "But where is he? It was gone in the morning" he murmured again.

After that, he drove back to the office.

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Azzura, who is now in one of the artificial lakes, appears to be sitting on one of the benches in that place.

Since then, his gaze has continued to lead towards the lake water that looks calm.

A moment of his memory returned to imagine his time together with his parents.

"I miss those days" she said, wiping away her tears. "Where will this foot go, where will I take it. Where am I going to devote myself? Leave all the bitter memories in this city. O Allah .. is there a ray of light and hope for me?" he wondered to himself.

Because he had been in the lake long enough, he finally moved and stepped small to leave the place.

The next destination was to his mother's center. While waiting for the destination, Azzura was again pensive to remember her husband's harsh treatment of her, cursing, beating, accusing even the most of her of being really sick from Close's remarks accusing her of barrenness.

Instantly he immediately held his queen's stomach and stroked. A few minutes later the angkot he was waiting for stopped right in front of him.

"Bang, to the TPU on xxx street yes," he asked shortly after sitting in the angkot

"Ready, Neng," said the driver.

After about fifty minutes, Azzura finally arrived at his destination.

With a slow step he continued to move his feet towards the navel of his mother and father who still looked wet.

After being right in front of the navel, he sat skinned and hugged the tombstone.

"Mother .. father ..." she sighed sobbing. "Nothing is eternal, even true love is only temporary," she wrote in a hollow manner.

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