The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 52: I love Azzura ...

How furious Close when he found a Yoga car stuck in the yard of his wife's house. But he did not want to be rash.

Before getting out of his car, he first took a deep breath and then exhaled slowly to neutralize his feelings.

"Come on Close, calm down," he recalled to himself. Then he opened the car door and approached the door.

Before opening the door, he first knocked on it and then opened the rectangular object and then stepped in.

Not long after, Azzura who had just walked out of her room frowned at Close.

How come he's home?

Azzura sat down and went down the stairs. While Yoga who had just finished eating his food seemed to approach Azzura.

But he was quite surprised when he found Close who was standing in the door frame then looked at him and Azzura took turns.

"Close," said Zu.

"Tumben" ketus Yoga.

Close just flinch with tightened jaws.

"You guys should sit down first, let me make coffee as you two chat. That's also if you're pleased," Zu said as he looked at Close.

"I don't mind, Zu. I really like your coffee" said Yoga, staring at Close with a cynical smile.

Because Azzura often makes coffee if he stopped by the cafe momy ex boss. Even if he was in the hospital when he visited the late Miss Isma.

"Nothing, you should just make coffee for me for our guests," pressed Close and stepped into the living room and landed his ass on the sofa feeling furious and jealous.

After that, he took off his suit and grabbed his cigarette from inside his pants pocket then burned it and started sipping it.

"Cigarettes?" bargain Close then thrust the object with the lighter at once. But Yoga refused because he was not an active smoker.

"No thanks, because I'm not a smoker," I'm Yoga.

After that, both of them seemed to flinch and dissolve with their respective thoughts. A few minutes later Azzura was seen carrying two cups of coffee.

After placing each of the glasses in front of Yoga and Close, he returned to his room.

"Yoga, Close, please. I'll go to the room first."

After that, Azzura returned to her room while cleaning herself up. Because he plans to go to the hospital to see Fahira's mother.

After Azzura died, Close gave a sharp look at his ex assistant.

"What business are you here for?" cecar Close with a tinge.

"There's no business. Just want to make sure Azzura is doing well from a jerk like you," replied Yoga no less cynical and sipped his coffee.

"You?!!" close growled and breathed his cigarette smoke violently.

"Why?! Don't you accept being called a jerk? In reality, that's true, right?" continue Yoga with relaxation. "Listen to me carefully Close. Be prepared if at any time Azzura will sue for divorce. And I will make sure even I am very sure that Azzura will do it" concluded Yoga.

Hearing Yoga speech that seemed no doubt, made Close so arrogant and afraid.

Verily in the recesses of his heart he was so troubled and troubled. Even he was not willing if it happened. Either way he would persuade Azzura that his wife would change her mind and hope the hijab girl would give him one chance.

"Before that happens I will make sure that Azzura will be mine completely" Close replied confidently.

"Oh yes?!! Let's see later," said Yoga as if mocking and sipping coffee again.

Close re-emerged and seemed to think digesting Yoga speech just now. The room went back into silence before Azzura's voice finally greeted the two.

"Close, Yoga," Zu scolds.

The two handsome men immediately turned towards him then looked at him who already looked neat.

"You guys just keep talking. I want to go to the hospital. You know, I want to see Fahira's doctor" Zu said.

Doctor Fahira? Is that her mother Yoga and obstetrician?

Close thoughtfully and his mind again wondered what business Azzura had with Fahira's doctor. If he meets with doctor Fahira does not rule out the possibility he will also meet with Mr. Prasetya.

"Bring me, Zu. I happen to be going there too" Yoga bargained.

Azzura just nodded. After that, he left the room without a word. As soon as his footsteps were outside the house, he approached the Yoga car.

After sitting in the car seat, he turned back his head and closed his eyes.

Sssttt ... My head why does it hurt like this? Am I a concussion?

Azzura could only bathe and occasionally grimace while massaging his forehead. The shadow of the frequent physical violence in his nature again filled his mind.

Just imagining it, Azzura's sweat started popping on his forehead and made his body tremble.

Hasbunallah wani'mal deputy, La haula wala quwwata illa Billah. Azzura said that prayer in his heart.

While Close and Yoga who are still in the living room seem back in tension. After finishing the rest of the coffee, Yoga took the container into the kitchen and put it into the sink.

After that, he resumed his steps following Azzura who was waiting for him in the car.

After leaving Yoga, Close clenched his hands and tightened his jaw and felt very jealous.

"Damn!!!" then he punched the air.

While Yoga, who was now sitting in the steering wheel, frowned, looking at Azzura who looked agitated.

"Zu, you're sweating" he hissed. "It looks like you're not okay" he continued and began to worry about the girl.

Looking at the agitated Azzura, Yoga grasped his fingers while calming him down. He knew what Azzura was feeling.

It's all because of that jerk.

Yoga makes growls. "Zu, take it easy with you" said Yoga.

Azzura only nodded but still his body still trembled.

"It's better tonight, you just stay at your father's and mother's house" suggested Yoga. "I won't let Close hurt you again."

Azzura just flinkered, a second later he glanced at Yoga then shook his head at once hinting if he refused.

"But Zu ...."

"He will not dare to do anything to me anymore" said Zu and wiped his tears and sweat. "Let's go to the hospital now" he asked, and was answered with a nod of the head by yoga.

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Upon arrival at the hospital, the two headed straight to Fahira's mother's room. After knocking on the door and opening it, the two entered the room.

Mother Fahira immediately smiled when she saw the two approaching her. When Azzura approached her, Fahira's mother immediately hugged her while stroking her back affectionately.

Not wanting to disturb the two women of different ages, he decided to go to the room. Shortly after opening the door of the room, his eyebrows knit when he found the father looking pensive.

With a slow step he approached the father and stood right beside him.

"Dad."

Instantly, Mr. Prasetya turned his head and spread his dream.

"Yoga" said Prasetya and then embrace the shoulder of the youngest son.

Yoga hugged his father and whispered, "Can time be turned back, Dad. I want to go back to the time when Dad wanted to match me up with Azzura."

Mr. Prasetya fluttered while stroking his back.

"I regretted resisting back then," exclaimed Yoga with a trembling voice. "I can't lie to my heart if I love Azzura, even though she's still a wife" I Yoga in her father's arms.

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