The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 79: Still unchanged ...

Shortly after arriving home, Genta chose to hold Devan for a moment until the boy fell asleep.

Genta continued to stare at Devan's face after laying him on the bed. He stroked his cheek which was seen blushing due to high fever.

"Darling, get well soon, son," he whispered and then kissed his son's forehead and cheeks. After that, he placed a heat-lowering plaster on his forehead.

It was heavy and worried about leaving him.

"Zu, if there's anything directly contact me," Genta's message and answered with a nod of the head by Azzura. "Yes, I'm home first."

"Yes, Mas. Sorry for the trouble."

When it comes to you guys, I'm not troubled.

Azzura led him to the door.

"Go back to the room. Dev's afraid to wake up" Pinta Genta.

Azzura just nodded and according to then closed the door again and then locked the thing.

While Genta, he immediately drove his vehicle towards his parents' house which was only a few meters away.

"Assalamu'alaikum" he said shortly after being at the door and opened it.

"Waa'laikumsalam," replied the father who was still seen sitting relaxing in the living room. "The talent? Don't you usually come home from the training base let alone it's late?".

"My feeling since noon wasn't good, Dad."

Instantly, the father's eyebrows linked and then glanced at him who was now sitting next to him and then took off his uniform.

"You mean?"

"Devan high fever, Dad. Actually, since I and Azzura have been in Nella's practice for a long time." He sighed for a moment and then resumed his sentence.

"I'm not too worried anymore because Dev is a bit mengingan."

Genta leaned his head against the back of the sofa while massaging the base of his nose. The father just patted his thigh.

"You should go into the room and rest. It's late."

While nodding he got up from the sofa and rushed towards the stairs. While Mr. Prasetya chose to enter his room.

The night is getting late even the clockwise direction has now shown at one past thirty minutes in the morning.

Azzura was still at home sitting on his chest while chanting the holy verses with a soft voice. Sometimes he glanced at the son who now looked so sound in his sleep.

The feeling of calm, peace now again enveloped all his soul and body after performing the tahajud prayer in the middle of the silence of that night.

He closed his little book and tidied up his prayer equipment. He approached his only son and recited a prayer.

"Allahumma rabban rice, adzhibil ba'sa. Ishefis. Wa Antas. La syafiya illa anta syifa'an la yughadiru saqaman.”

Meaning: My Lord, the Lord of men, eliminate disease. Give healing because you are a healer. No one can cure a disease, except you with a cure that leaves no pain.

After that, he lay down next to his son and hugged him. Shortly after, he fell asleep.

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Ba'da Dawn ...

Azzura has been seen busy in the kitchen accompanied by bi Titin.

"Sir Zu, what about Ki Devan's condition?

"Alhamdulillah .. The heat has gone down, Bi.

"Thank God." Bi Titin looked at him then reviewed a smile.

"Bi, all the cooking is dead. Later in the day if you want to eat, just heat it in the microwave. God willing, I'll be home soon today."

Before going to the room he showed me the microwave and how to use it. Finished explaining, he went back and headed for his room.

His smile immediately expanded as he looked at his son who had opened his eyes while sucking the milk he had prepared earlier on the nightstand.

"Snake not milk," he asked as he stroked Devan's puffed cheeks.

The boy just nodded while playing the button pajamas of the mother.

"Abisss Bundaaa." While shaking his empty pacifier.

"What do you say when it's over?"

"Al-ham-du-lil." He said the sentence with a disconnected followed by the boy berparas bule.

"Alhamdulillah, God willing, very smart child shalehnya mother." He then sat himself down and took his son to sit on his lap and gave him a kiss.

Instantly the giggling sounds of the two filled the room. Azzura tingled his son's stomach before he finally held him and went into the bathroom.

An hour passed, after taking care of Devan, he entered briefly at bi Titin and then get ready because soon he will leave for school.

After it looks neat, he grabbed his briefcase and went down the stairs and approached Bi Titin and Devan.

"Darling, mother left first huh. Soon Oma will be here." He hugged Dev for a moment and then gave a long kiss at the top of his head.

"Assalamu'alaikum."

"Waa'laikumsalam," answered the three simultaneously.

"Ayaaahhh," cried Devan. He ran straight towards Genta.

"Upps, father's son is healed huh? Already taking medicine yet," he asked and only answered with a nod.

"Mas, where's Ayya?"

"Have left with my father. Are you going too? Let me drive you, accompany Dev for a walk."

"But Mas ... What are not apples today?" ask Zu.

"I've been allowed for one day. So tomorrow I'll just go to the base. I don't have the heart to see Dev like last night, anyway" she explained.

Azzura glanced at bi Titin at a glance then turned her gaze towards the man before her.

"Yes, then let's go now" he asked and said goodbye to bi Titin.

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Arriving at TK Dirgantara, Azzura hugged his son for a moment and then kissed him.

"Mas, I'm picking up Dev huh. If he's fussy, call me right away" he said.

"God willing, Dev won't fuss, trust me." Genta convinced him and smiled.

After being satisfied to hug and kiss his son, with a heavy heart he was finally forced to get out of the car and waved his hand.

As soon as the car had moved away then he stepped into the schoolyard with a friendly smile greeting his students.

As usual, every day he lived his routine in school by teaching while playing and singing to his students.

It was late afternoon and the time for the kids to play. While watching from a distance not too far away he continued to smile.

Until the vibration of his phone distracts him from the boys.

"New number? But who?" muttered. He chose to ignore the call. But soon his phone shook again. Continue like that until several times but the owner of flat objects still ignore.

"The tumbens are calling me. New number anyway."

While the perpetrator who had contacted his number since, looked very disappointed because the call was unrequited.

"He still hasn't changed. It's the same as three years ago. This was even the tenth time I called but was ignored."

Close could only sigh violently and be disappointed. He again grabbed a piece of paper that was on his desk.

Staring at the address of the house, the pastry shop and the school where the former wife taught. Instantly a meaningful smile fell on her thin lips.

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