The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 49: This feeling is false ...

Azzura continued to dissolve in her sadness, shedding all her tears and staring at her mother and father's belly button which was still wet.

After about thirty minutes of being in the navel, Azzura finally left the place.

With a shaky step he walked with a blank and empty gaze until again he hit someone.

His steps stopped for a moment and slowly looked up.

"Uncle," he wrote.

"Zu .. "sahut pak Prasetya while looking fixed on the beautiful eyes of the hijab girl.

Again and again Azzura's tears came back.

"Zu .." said Mr. Prasetya then took the girl into his arms and stroked her back affectionately. "Patience .. Remember you are not alone" whispered Mr. Prasetya.

In the deck of Mr. Prasetya he just nodded then loosened his embrace. Looking up he asked, "Does Uncle want to pilgrimage mother's grave?"

"Yes," answered Prasetya as he wiped the tears of Azzura still dripping on his cheeks. "You'd better wait for uncle in the car. Let uncle take you home" Prasetya said, then smiled.

Azzura just nodded then continued his steps towards Prasetya sir's car. Shortly after sitting himself in the car seat, he leaned back and closed his eyes because he felt dizzy.

While Mr. Prasetya who is now in the navel of his two friends, staring at the still wet tomb nanar.

"Fame ... Isma, why are you leaving so soon?" ogre. "Kasian Azzura is alone," he said again as he held his best friend's tombstone.

After a few minutes in the navel, he followed Azzura after praying for his two best friends.

With a careless step, with a feeling of sadness and with a feeling of emptiness he continued to step towards the direction of his parked car.

Shortly after sitting on the steering wheel, he looked at Azzura who was asleep with eyes that still look swollen.

For some reason since long ago when staring at the girl, he felt there was something that he was difficult to interpret with his feelings. He already has a wife. Even his youngest son Yoga, whom he wanted to match with Azzura was the same age as the girl.

"Pras, don't be crazy. You should know yourself, Azzura is like your son. Even the same age as Yoga," he murmured still while staring at Azzura. "Based on an old man doesn't know himself" he sneered at himself.

After that, he started driving his car to Azzura's house. While on his way, he occasionally glanced at Azzura until the two of them actually arrived at the girl's house.

"Dn ... Azzura ..." call Mr. Prasetya while patting his arm.

Azzura slowly opened her eyes and leaned back for a moment while massaging her forehead.

"What's wrong? Is your head hurting?" ask Prasetya sir.

"Yes, Uncle" he answered. "Is Uncle going straight to the hospital?" he asked back.

Mr. Prasetya just nodded while blinking his eyes.

"Yes, I'm in first. Uncle be careful huh," said Azzura.

Again Prasetya just blinked his eyes while nodding. Just now he will open the car door, Prasetya opened his voice.

"Rel ..."

Azzura turned straight away. "Yes, Uncle," he said.

"If you need something, do not hesitate to talk to uncle," said Mr. Prasetya.

"Hm." While nodding and then smiling.

"Come in, don't forget to take your medicine. Then take a break for a moment. Uncle knows you must be tired" said Prasetya.

Azzura just nodded then opened the car door. After which, he waved his hand with a smile waiting for the car to leave him.

As soon as Mr. Prasetya's car was away, then he entered the house.

"Such an aside," said Zu after being in his house. He also went straight to the kitchen.

"Thank God he wants to eat the breakfast I prepared" murmured Zu.

He brought a glass of water and then headed for the stairs. Upon arrival in the room he opened the nightstand drawer and took a headache reliever and drank it.

"Momy?" he said because suddenly he remembered the figure of his father-in-law. He changed his position to sit.

"I'd better go to Momy's. I'm worried about him" he said.

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Prasetya Hospital ...

Aida looks to be in the nursery room of Isma who now looks neat and clean. A glimpse of his memory still remembered the figure of the middle-aged woman he had handled for the past six months.

His friendly figure, tough and strong in the fight against the disease he suffered. Aida sobbed looking at the patient's nanar bed as she stroked it.

Still fresh in his memory figure who always advises him like his own child. In the depths of his grief, suddenly a door was opened.

He looked back, but it was Farhan who opened the door.

"Ai .." - He turned to the girl and hugged her. "It's not just you who's lost your mother, me too" she whispered in a trembling voice.

Unable to speak, Aida could only nod and cry in Farhan's arms.

"I'm worried about Azzura. You know, her husband is cruel" he said. "I'm afraid Azzura is increasingly being treated arbitrarily by her husband, Han," Aida continued.

"No. I'm sure Azzura isn't a weak girl. Let's see later" Farhan replied and loosened his arms.

Aida nodded back then wiped her tears. Inwardly he promised to protect Azzura if until Close dared to do anything else to the girl he had considered like his own sister.

After a few minutes of being in the nursery, Farhan and Aida finally left.

While in a different hospital, it looks like Yoga and the father are in the same room.

Yoga looks to be giving the envelope the results of the visa and complaints Azzura during this time.

Again the look on the face of Mr. Prasetya implies anger after seeing the results of the girl's visa.

"Yoga, how long have you been friends, Azzura never complained or told the KDRT that her husband often did to her?" ask Prasetya sir.

"No, Dad. All she knows is her mother and best friend Nanda. Until his psyche is disturbed due to trauma and often he is treated harshly by Close," replied Yoga.

Mr. Prasetya clenched both his hands with his jaws tightening in anger mixed with emotion.

"Since the beginning of their marriage, I've suspected something was wrong with their relationship. Especially lately I often catch Azzura grimacing often. But still he always denied if I asked," explained Yoga.

Mr. Prasetya just nodded but still the feeling of anger still enveloped him.

He sighed and then moved from the work chair to the room's glass, looked ahead and closed his eyes.

"Reputation course .. Every time I miss the girl, my feelings are suddenly unpleasant and I feel uneasy. Astaghfirullah .. what I think."

Mr. Prasetya can only be. Something was stirring his heart and mind. But still he can not lie to his heart if he does feel something different from his feelings.

Since then until now, but at the same time feel guilty to his wife and youngest son Yoga.

Her daydreams spread as Yoga patted the father on the shoulder. I don't know why Yoga felt that his father had feelings for Azzura.

The two handsome men of different ages were now staring at each other. A second later Mr. Prasetya patted the son's shoulder and then commented with a smile.

"Dad to the mother's room first. I hope you and Azzura can get closer and have a more serious relationship," Prasetya said then left the room.

"This feeling is wrong .. hence I avoided it by choosing the duty on the Fleet ship just for avoiding the girl."

Mr. Prasetya once again felt sinful to his wife and son.

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