The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 76: Between two choices ...

Along the way to the complex, Azzura again looked pensive. I don't know what dream she had last night to see her ex-husband again.

For a moment he closed his eyes while taking a deep breath. But somehow the shadow of Yoga immediately adorned his mind.

"Yoga," he softly then felt the necklace that was still coiled around his neck even so far he never let go.

There was a deep longing for the figure of the man. A clear thread fell back from his eyelids.

"Mhrs ... Fr ..." The sound of the driver bang instantly resuscitated him from his long daydream.

"Yes, Bang" he said as he wiped his tears.

"We've arrived" replied the driver.

Azzura turned to the left and right and took a stand. He took out some money and paid for a taxi.

"More for you" said Zu and got out of the car.

He stepped small towards the main door of the house.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said, opening the door.

"Vaa'saikumsalam ... Bundaaa," replied Dev as he dashed towards her.

He immediately crouched down while stretching out his hands and hugged his son tightly.

"Son Zu?" reprimanded Nadirah who was approaching him.

Azzura immediately turned his head then stood up while holding Devan.

"Well" she shrieked and then kissed her son. "Darling, you were here the same Oma huh. Mother go to the room for a minute."

Devan shook his head. The arms of the handsome boy hint that he is reluctant. I know if my mother is sad again.

"Honey, same oma yes," persuaded bu Nadirah then wanted to take it from the sling Azzura. But again he shook his head and hugged Azzura tightly.

"Mah ... is okay," said Zu again while stroking the head of the son.

After that, Azzura again continued his steps up the stairs to his room.

A moment after he was in the room he sat on the side of the bed holding Devan.

"Darling, have you eaten yet?"

"Had Mother, same Oma, sister Ayya same aunt as well," she replied while playing the tip of the hijab of the mother.

"Alhamdulillah .. then, we're booby day yes," Zu proposed and answered with a nod of the head by Devan.

Azzura lies down next to Devan, patting his butt and singing the sholawat song. Bak had memorized the sholawat songs that he often heard, Devan also sang the prayer song with the mother.

Until a few minutes later the boy's voice slowly disappeared along with his eyes closed.

"Mother's son shalehnya," his his hiss as he stroked his head and then kissed him. After which, Azzura left her and headed to the bathroom.

Thirty minutes later after cleaning himself, then continued with the dhuhur prayer, now he is still at home sitting on the peace.

He pondered for a long time before he finally moved and then continued to stare fixedly at his son's face.

"Darling, no matter what happens, we will always be together" she said, stroking Devan's tiny face.

Not long after, the door of the room was knocked and opened. Bi Titin approached him.

"Son Zu," called bi Titin and sat down next to him while stroking his back. "What's up, kid? Why are you crying," scowl bi Titin.

"Bi," he softly looked at her then hugged the middle-aged woman. No words were revealed but only her cries were heard.

Like a mother who was calming her daughter, bi Titin kept stroking her back to strengthen her.

After feeling calm enough, he broke his embrace and wiped his tears.

"Where is it, Bi? How come I haven't seen him since?"

"Ayya is in the house that we will occupy. Get ready soon we'll be in that house. The house is not far from here only three houses away" said bi Titin.

"So fast is Bi?"

"Come, Son. Nak Genta has even moved all our belongings to the new house" explained bi Titin.

Azzura's forehead shriveled at once confused.

Silent moment. Bi Titin stroked his arm while looking at him.

"Son Zu," said bi Titin. "If auntie notices it looks like son Genta really likes you. Aunty can see that from the look in her eyes when she stares and talks to you."

Azzura lowered his head and recalled the figure of the man who had been in the past three years continuing to maintain a good relationship with him.

His nature is so mature, always looking after, protecting and paying attention to him and Devan makes him always feel comfortable.

Even when Devan was born, it was the man who persecuted Devan. Like his own son, Genta never discriminated his affection for Devan and Ayya.

"Bi," Zu shrieked in a trembling voice. He hugged Bi Titin while crying.

Indeed, he also still can not forget the figure of Yoga who had been close to him. But when recalling Genta's truly sincere figure, his heart trembled slightly.

The dilemma between two choices. Between Genta and Yoga, he felt both men were equally kind and sincere to him. Moreover, both of his parents were so good to him had even considered him like a daughter herself.

"Son Zu, you better calm yourself down. Think calmly and ask for guidance from Allah," whispered bi Titin because since then Azzura did not answer but only cried in his arms.

"Bundaaaa .." Devan's voice instantly made Azzura clench her lips. Slowly he took off his embrace from bi Titin and wiped his tears. "Bundaaa .." call Devan again and whine a little uneasily.

"Yes dear .. Mother here," she whispered and stroked her head.

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Meanwhile, Genta, who was currently on the runway, looked uneasy and felt uneasy feelings since leaving Azzura.

"Why is my chest suddenly pounding like this huh?" he murmured while rubbing his chest and then regulating his breathing.

"Sir! Are you okay?" ask one of the cadets who was with him.

"It seems not" he answered. "Oh yes, continue with your duties. Soon there will be an instructor who will replace me" said Genta.

"Ready, Sir!!" sahut the cadets loudly accompanied by a gesture of respect.

After that, Genta left the place and headed for his office. Shortly after landing his butt in his chair, he grabbed his phone and contacted Azzura.

Azzura who was currently holding Devan grabbed her mobile phone that was vibrating on the nightstand.

"Genta Mas?" he muttered and answered the call.

"Yes ... Assalamu'alaikum ... Mas?"

"Vaa'saikumsalam ... Zu, are you all right?"

He did not answer, but he was silent for a moment.

"Zu," Genta scolds from across the phone.

"Yes, Mas ... Thank God we are okay. In a moment we will go to the house that Mas has prepared," replied Zu.

"Zu .. You're not lying, are you? My feeling is that you're not okay. You see, I've been feeling restless since then and I don't feel good" he said.

"Mas .." said Zu and did not continue his words.

"Rel ..."

Azzura remained silent and did not answer. The silence of Azzura made him even more agitated.

"Mas .. believe me we're fine." Azzura is back.

He did not want to make Genta's task disrupted just because of him.

"Don't worry .. focus on Mas's task there. See you next week. Take care of your health, and keep your prayers.

"Yes, all right, you guys too."

"Yes, I'm closing, Mas, Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waa'laikumsalam." Genta sighed for a moment after the phone connection was cut off.

"It feels like one week ahead, seemed to wait a year," he murmured and put his phone back on his desk.