The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 7: Letter of Agreement ...

Azzura looked as if she was tidying her clothes into a small suitcase. He thought why he brought all his clothes, but he would also stop by the house often.

After feeling enough, he returned to the ground floor, paying attention to the entire corner of his house. He commented on the smile when his eyes were directed to his family picture frame.

"Dad," she said. "I will be as tough and strong as my father, and remain as gentle and obedient as my mother. It's not that I don't want to fight back and reciprocate my husband's words and deeds, but that I must obey and obey even though my husband won't appreciate them," he said then wiped his tears that began to flow without being prevented.

With a shaky step he pushed his suitcase towards his motorbike. After locking the door he left the place to their new home address.

Before actually arriving at his residence and Close, he first stopped by one of the artificial lakes to calm his mind for a moment.

"Yes Allah .. not a day married, I have received physical violence, even my eel is still painful due to the impact earlier," said Zu while rubbing his tongue that felt sore.

"Rel ..." Someone greets him. He looked towards the source of the voice.

"Yoga ..." said.

"What are you doing here?" tanya Yoga sat by her side.

"Just want to see the lake, it just so happens to be the address I went through here, so I stopped for a bit" he explained with a smile.

"Let me drive you, "have Yoga.

"Thank you, Yoga. But I've got a motorbike" Zu said. "Oh yeah, don't you have an office? Not afraid of your boss?" then laugh.

Yoga is laughing. "Ngantor, just met a client on the orders of the boss. It just happened to be through here and accidentally saw you, so I all stopped by."

"That's it, no lie, is it? Fear your salary will be cut. If it's so you can't buy me dong," said Zu.

"No problem .. If my salary is cut, I can still treat you but only ice for three thousand" he said.

Both of them laughed immediately. The sadness that was in Azzura's heart instantly disappeared with a joke of Yoga.

They did not realize that Close had been watching the two from behind the glass of his car.

There is a feeling that he is difficult to understand when he sees the closeness of his wife and assistant. He gripped the steering wheel of his car, his jaw tightened and his gaze drew sharply towards Azzura and Yoga.

With overflowing emotions he drove back to his home. Azzura and Yoga are still on the same bench.

Ten minutes later, after feeling his feelings had improved, Azzura said goodbye.

"Yoga, I'm going home. Go back to the office. Sometimes we can meet again" Azzura said with a smile.

"Well, be careful, Zu" said Yoga. But somehow he was very worried about the hijab woman.

Azzura only nodded then left Yoga still standing looking at him.

"Why I'm so worried about him. May you be well Zu," he muttered shortly after Azzura left him.

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Arriving at home ....

After parking his motorcycle next to Close's car, Azzura again pushed his suitcase towards the door of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum," he said then knocked on the door because the door handle was using a smart lock and Azzura did not know the password.

Azzura rubbed his nape and stood on the spot, after which the door opened. He seemed unable to continue his steps as Close stood before him and gave a sharp drawn look at him.

"Where have you been, huh!!! You should have arrived first in this house before I arrived!" close with an octave higher.

Even his hand gripped firmly Azzura's arm so that again he grimaced.

"Even if I get there first, I can't get in either, because I don't know the door's password" Zu replied grimacingly.

Again Close did not wiggle, he took off his grip and pulled Azzura's hand violently towards the room he was going to occupy.

With a flutter he followed Close. Instead of getting a nice room, he was given a room that was far from decent. It was more like a warehouse.

"From today onwards, you will sleep here. Never go into my room or any room in this house, except ..."

"Except what?" ask Azzura.

"Unless you are tired and give up, sign this divorce agreement and we are officially divorced. Write the nominal money you want in this blank check after that .. get out of my house and use that money to meet your needs. Because I'm going to marry Laura and live with her here."

Bugh ...

His chest was like being hit by a rock.

Sojh ....

His heart was as if slashed by a sharp dagger.

Nyse ...

The invisible, bloodless wound was like in a brine.

Stuff ...

Pain ...

Reach ...

Everything became one, that was what Azzura was feeling right now. He wanted to cry but as much as possible he held the crystal clear in his eye.

She smiled cynically, then looked at her husband's brown bead while nodding in silence.

A second later he opened his voice, "Only that? Is there anything else?" his pedicab. "If you have nothing else to say, please leave my room. You're afraid you'll be allergic to being in this cramped, stuffy room" she quipped and indirectly kicked her husband out of the room.

For the umpteenth time, Close again did not dwell on the words of his wife. With a furious feeling he left Azzura and chose to go to his room on the second floor.

After Close died, Azzura immediately locked the door of his room and shed all his tears that had been in his custody. He sobbed while smothering his mouth.

Unfortunately, what his fate is. But for the sake of his mother anything he would do even willing to suffer just to see his mother healed and returned healthy like before.

He continued to sob and lay his body on the floor of the empty room until he felt tired and fell asleep.

While Close who was in his room seemed to be sipping his cigarette and then looked at the agreement letter with a blank check.

"I want this check filled up immediately and this agreement letter signed by him immediately" he muttered and kept the paper and check in the nightstand drawer.

When he was about to push the nightstand drawer, he accidentally stared at the ring around his ring finger. With a bad feeling he took off the ring and put it in the drawer.

"Why do I wear the ring, I would never consider her my wife but a stranger" he said with a cynical grin.

He left the room, left the house and went to his office.

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Close Office ....

Yoga seems busy completing his work and occasionally checks his laptop to make sure there is no error in the file he is checking.

After finishing his work, he leaned back for a moment in his chair while massaging the base of his nose.

His mind immediately floated thinking of Azzura.

Worry ...

That one word that was representing and enveloping him.

"From the look in his eyes, it looks really if he is depressed even stores deep sadness. He could cover his sadness with his smile. But still the eyes can not lie," sizzled Yoga.

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