The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 51: If destiny unites us ...

Upon arrival at home, Azzura immediately landed his buttocks on the living room sofa and removed his hijab and placed it on the sofa table.

After which, he lay down for a moment while staring at the ceiling of the room. Because he still felt dizzy, slowly his eyes began to close so that he did not feel he even fell asleep on the sofa.

Fifteen minutes passed ...

The doorbell kept ringing, but the owner of the house did not open the door. Until the person outside the door opens it.

When turning the door handle, immediately Yoga eyebrows are linked. "Not locked?" his his hiss then entered the house while carrying a food paper bag.

When his eyes were directed at Azzura, he was stunned for a moment to look at the girl without her hijab. For the first time he caught Azzura not wearing a hijab.

Slowly he approached Azzura, then placed the paper bag of food he held onto the sofa table. After that he crouched down to look at the sad face of the girl.

His hands raised while stroking Azzura's head affectionately and calling out his name.

"Zu," she shrieked still while stroking Azzura's head. "Zu," he called again until the call of the three girls had not responded.

Perhaps because of fatigue in addition to his head that still hurts, Azzura still does not respond.

Yoga continued to stare at Azzura's face without wanting to miss a second.

"Hijab and without hijab you still look beautiful. Am I the first man to see you without a hijab?" hiss Yoga still while stroking Azzura's head fondly.

How not, all this time he had never once seen Azzura take off his hijab even in his own house. And this was the first time he had seen the girl without her hijab.

"Zu," call Yoga again and stroke his arm.

Feeling like someone was touching her, Azzura slowly opened her eyes and massaged her forehead. He was not aware of the presence of Yoga sitting under the sofa right next to him.

"Zu, are you okay?" tegur Yoga.

Azzura glanced at me. "Yoga" he hissed and slowly sat himself down and did not realize he was not wearing his hijab.

When her eyes were on the table, she panicked and asked Yoga to close her eyes until she finished wearing her hijab.

When she finished wearing her hijab, she asked Yoga to open her eyes. Yoga just smiled funny and then clasped both hands.

"Sorry .. I've seen you since," I Yoga with a smile. "Since I woke you up but you didn't respond" I Yoga again without taking his hand off Azzura.

Azzura shook her head then looked at her hand held by Yoga and then turned to look at her face.

"How did you get in?" ask Zu.

Yoga explained what was with Azzura so that the girl did not misunderstand him. After explaining everything to Azzura, the girl simply nodded then asked him to sit on the sofa.

As soon as Yoga sat down beside her, Azzura leaned back her head on the back of the sofa and massaged her forehead.

"Yoga, you're the first man to see me without a hijab other than my late father" Zu said. "Even Close never saw me take off my hijab. Honestly, I don't want to see my aura, either" Zu said.

Yoga gave me a smile and then said, "Fortunately for me. Even that jerk never saw her without the hijab. If you knew how beautiful your wife is without her hijab, I'm sure you wouldn't be able to take your eyes off her either."

"Zu .. promise me. If one day we are apart never forget me," said Yoga while holding back the girl's fingers.

Azzura immediately looked at her with teary eyes while nodding and stroking Yoga's hand back.

"I will never forget Yoga. From the beginning you were the only man who cared about me even willing to be a fake husband in order to see a happy mother," said Zu along with two clear crystals that immediately fell from his eye fertilizers.

"If someday fate will unite us in a sacred marriage, will you accept me sincerely to be your real husband?" ask Yoga in a soft voice.

Azzura was just unmoved, her lips were trembling more and more as if rumbling and wanted to shed her tears again as much as she heard the heartfelt words of Yoga.

I don't know what to answer. Right now all he needed was a little bit of calm, the rest he would put on his destiny.

Because Azzura never answered, Yoga hugged him while stroking his back. He understood it was not appropriate he asked about personal matters especially the girl had just lost her mother.

"I'm sorry .. if my words hurt your feelings. I won't force it if you don't want to answer it now" whispered Yoga with guilt for making Azzura cry.

In the footsteps of the psychologist, Azzura shook her head and whispered back, "Give me some time to answer. Maybe not now, but there will be time."

"Please promise me, Zu," said Yoga, then loosened his arms and wiped Azzura's tears.

Azzura just nodded. After that, Yoga pulled something out of his pants pocket - a jewelry box.

"Keep this as a memento from me. We won't know if we're going to be together in this city or not" Yoga said.

For some reason since thinking about Azzura's words a few days ago, he felt that the girl was really going to leave J city.

That was why he purposely ordered a necklace for Azzura as a memento so that the girl would still remember it. In fact, he hopes that fate will truly unite him and Azzura in marriage.

Azzura looked back at Yoga and then at the jewelry box and cried.

"Zu, don't cry" Pinta Yoga with a smile even though her heart is also crying and seems unwilling if Azzura really leaves her. "You're a strong, strong woman and I believe you can definitely get through your tough times. Well today, tomorrow and so on," continued Yoga.

"Thank you, Yoga" said Zu.

After a few minutes of strengthening each other and feeling his feelings began to calm down. Azzura grabbed the food paper bag that was still on the table and took Yoga to the kitchen.

He began to arrange the food and then let Yoga first eat the food, because he wanted to go to the room and would perform the zhuhr prayer that was too late for him.

A few minutes later after Azzura died, shortly afterwards the sound of a car from the direction of Azzura's yard.

Yoga at the dining table seemed to be enjoying the food without knowing who the owner of the car.

He thought maybe it was just the sound of a car belonging to Azzura's neighbor that was just next to Azzura's house.

As if not to take a headache, Yoga still eat his food casually while waiting for Azzura to finish praying.

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