The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 56: Returning to catch ...

When Azzura was in his mother's room, he locked the door and changed his clothes.

"Astaghfirullah .." he said as he rubbed his chest. "Why did I forget to lock the door" she said, then grabbed a picture of her on the bed and put it on.

After that, she returned to the kitchen and brewed coffee for her husband. When he finished, he placed the coffee on the living room sofa table.

Shortly afterwards, he seemed to close down the stairs and approached him who was just about to leave the room.

"Thank you" said Close.

Azzura just nodded then asked, "Are you going to stay over again?"

"No, after this I will go home to our house" he replied slowly.

"It's not our house but your house and your mistress" Zu said, continuing in his footsteps.

Again Close can only be silent to hear his wife's innuendo. With a bitter feeling he landed his buttocks on the sofa and rested his head and massaged the base of his nose.

"God ... please help me," he muttered and opened his eyes. She stared at her wedding ring that was wrapped around her finger.

Instantly he recalled the moment he haughtily took off the wedding symbol and then put it in his drawer.

"Azzura, I'm sorry," she said with teary eyes.

When looking at the coffee in front of him, he again remembered when he doused his wife with coffee. With confidence he said he would never want to taste any results from the hands of his wife.

But now on the contrary, it was he who often forced Azzura to cook for him. Although his wife refused to do so.

A few minutes passed ...

After finishing his coffee, he approached Azzura who was in the lounge composing religious books.

As if he did not want to miss the opportunity he sat in front of him and watched his wife carefully.

"What's wrong?" asked Zu without looking at him.

Instead of answering, Close immediately held both hands and slightly approached him. The sudden action made Azzura look at him.

"Dn ... "

"If you want to go home, just go home," Zu's circus at once held back the sentence that would come out of her husband's lips.

"Please we should talk" Close said in a soft voice without removing the handrails from Azzura.

"Speak up and ask what you want to talk about and ask before we really part" Zu said. "So that everything in your mind can be answered."

For a moment Close shook and made his body cold and frozen to hear the word part from his wife's lips.

"Zu, do you still remember the message I sent you when we were in college?" ask Close.

"Message?! You mean?!" Azzura shook his head in confusion.

"Yes a short message. I sent you a short message and wanted to see you at the cafe that day. I waited for you for hours but you didn't come. You didn't even reply to my message" explained Close.

"As far as you know, I never received or read your message at all" Zu explained, removing his hand from Close. "Even you know me well. If I get a message and can't meet, I'll let you know right away, " Zu continued and put the book on the shelf.

A second later he seemed to think, at that time he had to leave his bag and cell phone on Laras. But he did not want to be prejudiced.

While Close seemed to flinch to hear the expression of his wife was at once shocked. Again, a reality that increasingly makes him feel guilty for his wife.

"You better go home. Never mind .. It's just the past Close. I just hope you can become a much better person again" Zu said hopefully.

Close simply shook his head and continued to pay attention to her until the girl finished compiling the book.

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Ba'da isya at 20:15 ...

Azzura is seen leaving her home to her husband's residence. Along the way, he smiled faintly.

He felt there was a glimmer of hope for him. She continued her life without any burden after parting with her husband.

After about forty minutes of driving his motorbike, he finally arrived at the luxurious house.

"Bismillah ... Assalamu'alaikum .." he said slowly and then pressed the door password and opened it.

He stepped slowly into the room after two weeks he did not set foot in the house.

Just a few steps away, he stopped his footsteps when he heard a voice familiar to him.

The typical voice of a person who is having sex. Moans, moans, villages*han that are mutually unpretentious from the direction of the husband's room.

Azzura directed her gaze towards the second floor of the place where her husband's room was located. The door that looks unclosed automatically makes the sound clearly say hello to his eardrum.

Azzura immediately smothered his mouth feeling nauseous from disgust. Instantly his sweat began to pour on his forehead because it was immediately imagined the physical violence that Close did to him when he heard him vomit.

He returned his steps and accidentally nudged the urn and broke. The shock made her even more panicked and scared.

Not wanting Close to hurt him, he immediately ran away from the room and quickly spurred the motor with a trembling body.

While Close and Laura who were in the room were wrestling hot, immediately shocked when they heard the sound of objects breaking on the first floor.

He also accelerated his game until his desire was complete. Instantly his brain immediately thought of Azzura.

With a bitter feeling, Close immediately moved and grabbed a towel then wrapped around his waist.

"Darling, what's wrong?" ask Laura.

Close did not answer and went straight out of the room. He immediately thought of Azzura. His mind thought, if it was Azzura then for the umpteenth time the girl caught him with Laura.

After he was on the first floor, he saw the large urn of flowers in the room break and the main door was not closed.

"What have I done? Azzura must have been terrified and thought that I would hurt her again if she heard him vomit, "close said.

He did not expect that Azzura would come to his house tonight, even to find him doing forbidden acts in his house again.

"Azzura .. forgive me," he said with regret.

While Azzura who is now quite far from the house, pulled a moment of his motorbike on the shoulder of the road and then vomited all his stomach contents.

For some reason every time he heard the sound of the two being intimate, Azzura immediately felt nausea.

He continued to spit out his stomach until it made his body go limp. After that he sat down while hugging his legs with a trembling body.

His sweat continued to wash over his forehead. The trauma from the blows he often got from Close now filled his mind. Hugging his feet and immersing his face in his knees, he cried as if he had a great fear.

"Azzura," greeted someone in a soft voice.

Azzura immediately hysterically told her to stay away without seeing who greeted her. His body trembled more and more in fear and shouted for the man to get away from him.

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