The Crack of a Glass

Chapter 8: Rough treatment ...

Instead of resting and enjoying the holidays, Close actually chose to go to the office. The shadow of the togetherness of Azzura and Yoga makes it a little black and irritated.

Tingg ....

The elevator door opened and he immediately walked out of the iron box into his study.

As soon as he landed his butt in his great chair, he immediately contacted Yoga to get to his study

After waiting for a few minutes, soon Yoga seemed to approach him.

"Sir, this is a file file from our client earlier," said Yoga then give the file to Close.

"Hm." Close grabs the file and checks it. "Good," he muttered and put the file back on his desk.

"Sorry sir if I'm presumptuous" said Yoga. "You should take a break, let alone you just got married" Yoga advises.

Close simply shook as if he did not care about the advice of his assistant.

A second later, Close motioned with her hand for Yoga to leave.

Yoga only looks down, but his eyebrows are intertwined. "Kok .. Didn't she wear her wedding ring?" ask in your heart as you leave the room.

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Several hours passed at the residence Close ...

When Azzura opened his eyes, he grimaced while holding his arm which was painful due to Close's grip.

She took off her headscarf and her shirt and looked at her arm. Her tears returned to find her white arm bruised. Not lost the impact pain in his head, now he again felt pain in his arm.

After that, she put on her shirt and hijab and stared at the entire room she was in. It was empty and there was nothing in the room, not even the bathroom facilities.

Azzura sighed harshly. He stood up and turned the room key and went out to observe the state of the house.

He breathed a sigh of relief because near his room next to the kitchen and there was a toilet.

"Thankfully, near this kitchen there is a toilet so I am not too worried if I want to take a bath and ablution," he murmured.

He returned to his room and noted down some of the equipment he needed to fill his room.

Because he had not had time to ask the password of the door of the house, he chose to shop online and immediately pay through M-banking.

While waiting, he first performed the already late zhuhur prayer.

An hour later at 15:15.

The order was delivered directly to the house. After receiving his groceries, do not forget he thanked the courier and gave a few tips.

He returned to his room and began struggling to clean, tidying up and finally arranging clothes, several pairs of shoes and bags on the versatile shelf that he ordered earlier.

After nearly an hour of drifting, he was finally able to sigh in relief and rest for a moment.

"Alhamdulillah .. finally finished too," he murmured and turned on the fan.

He was getting ready to clean up again because he was going to the hospital soon.

A few minutes later ...

Azzura was getting ready and looked well-groomed with his simple clothes. After locking the door of his room he immediately headed towards his motorbike.

Just by imagining her mother's face, Azzura's feelings returned happy and forgot her sadness for a moment.

Before he actually arrived at the hospital, he stopped for a while at one of the restaurants to buy food.

After that, he resumed his journey until he actually arrived at his destination.

While carrying a paper bag containing a food box, he stepped excitedly toward the door of his mother's nursery.

"Mother ... Sister ..." said with a smile.

"Miss Azzura" said the sister.

"Zu, don't call Miss" she asked.

"Well," replied Sister Tiara.

"Oh yeah, I brought food. We eat together, yes" he said and took the food box out of the paper bag.

Ms. Isma just smiled looking at the behavior of the princess only wayangnya while nodding.

"Thank you, Zu" said Sister Tiara.

"Either. Sorry just rice boxes. God willing if I'm not busy, I'll cook the food myself" Zu said.

"No problem, for me this is more than enough" said Sister Tiara.

The three continued to eat them in a small chat interlude. After finishing eating the food carried by Azzura, sister Tiara returned to farewell and will be replaced with sister Naima.

"Zu, Mom, I'm going home. Soon there will be Naima's sister who will replace her, "his permission.

"Yes, thank you earlier. Be careful on the road" Zu said.

"Mother .. I'm sorry, my time will be divided as I have to take care of my husband and my work. But I promise I will always take the time to visit my mother and every Sunday night will stay here" Zu promised as he looked at her face.

"It's okay, son. I understand," I said. "Oh yes, son. Sometimes bring your husband here, "pinta mom.

Azzura only nodded but felt sliced.

"Honey, soon to want magrib, come home son."

"Let's go, Mom. I still want to be here," he said, leaning his head against the side of the bed.

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After spending time with her mother. He returned to say goodbye to Naima, who was on guard.

Azzura approached her mother who had fallen asleep.

"Mom, I'm home" she whispered, kissed her mother's hand and left the room.

As he moved his legs, again his eyes were blank, occasionally he let out a rough sigh. Imagining his home alone instantly made him shudder again.

"What else will he do to me when he comes home at this hour" he murmured and stared at the clock on his phone screen. "It's even 22:30."

Azzura continued to step small and again unconsciously hit someone.

Brukka ...

"ah! Excuse me. I didn't mean it," he looked up at the man. "Sir doctor" he said, clenching his hands in apology while bowing.

"It's okay" said the doctor with a smile. "Don't like daydreaming" he added.

Azzura just nodded then commented a smile. After that, he continued his steps.

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Upon his arrival at home, Azzura painstakingly gulped. His heart was racing because again Close came home first.

Before knocking on the door, Azzura inhaled as much air as he could to fill the oxygen supply into his lungs.

Tok ... tok ...

But the door has not been opened. Azzura knocked back. But still the same, the door was not opened. Until the third knock the door was still not opened.

Obviously, the door of the house is not open because the lovers in the room are fun again making love enjoying the paradise of the world.

The voice of the village*ha, a humming that was mutually unpretentious with a groan full of excitement, echoed filled the Close room.

"Adrgghh ... Baby you can always just*me," whispered Close right in Laura's ear.

Shortly afterwards, the door was knocked several times.

"Honey .. that must be the barista girl," whispered Close and grinned.

"Let me open the door" Laura said with a meaningful smile. "Let him know where he is" he said, wrapping a towel around his innocent body.

As for Azzura, he was still patiently waiting. A few minutes later the door was opened.

Azzura was surprised because the one who opened the door was Laura.

Added to that with her disheveled hair and just wearing a towel. And don't forget the red markings that adorn his neck and chest.

Azzura smiled cynically and felt disgusted looking at him. When she was about to step up, Laura deliberately stuck out one leg.

Suddenly, it made Azzura stumble and fall. With a furious feeling he stood up then stared intently at the crossbred girl.

"What's your problem with me, huh!!" snapped Zu.

"Awluck!!!" The sound of Close's clashing from the second floor rang out in the house. He went down the stairs and approached Zu.

"How dare you yell at Laura, huh!!!" snapped Close then slapped Azzura then pulled her hair covered in hijab.

Azzura grimaced while holding back her interested hijab.

"Akhh .. ssttt ..." Ringis Zu.

"Honey, he also accidentally hit my leg," Laura lied as well as provoking Close.

"Lied!! It is precisely you who purposely blocked my path!" furious Zu.

"Have known wrong still deny!! Women don't know themselves!!!" close snapped and pushed Azzura hard until his head hit the wall.

"Aakhh .. ssssttt ..." ringis Azzura and felt his head instantly dizzy. Without saying much he stepped slowly while holding on to the wall towards his room.

While Close and Laura just looked at him with a cynical smile. Laura was satisfied to see Azzura being hurt by her own husband even before her eyes.

"Honey, let's just go to sleep, then" Close said as she hugged Laura's slender waist towards her room.

While Azzura who is now in his room can only grimace while crying and then lay on his folding mattress until he felt tired and finally he fell asleep

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