The Crack of a Glass

80. Do not open old wounds ...

A few hours passed.Azzura was waiting for an online taxi. Thirty minutes earlier he had first contacted Genta if he was going to the pastry shop first.

While waiting, he seemed to think of something. There was a desire to nyekar the tomb of his parents in the city of J. At the same time want to let go of longing with his best friend and others.

"Three years have passed, what about Nanda, Yoga, Brother Farhan and sister Aida? I think I miss them."

Tin ... tin ...

The sound of a car horn instantly blew away what he was thinking. He frowned while staring at the car that stopped right in front of him.

"Who is? This isn't Genta's car, '" he murmured.

Because he did not want to take a headache, he only looked indifferent then looked at the screen of his cellphone and reviewed the smile staring at the face of the son who he made the wallpaper.

A short time later, someone who just got out of his car greeted him.

"Rel ..."

Deg ...

"Where does he know if I teach at this school?" his mind was still staring at his phone screen.

"Zu, can we talk? Just for a second?"

Again ... The man's voice greeted his eardrum and was now standing right in front of him.

Azzura closed his eyes for a moment, breathing as much air as possible to fill the oxygen supply into his lungs.

"Is yesterday not clear? Are you a stalker now? Never mind .. If you're here just to apologize, three years ago since my mother died, I've forgiven you even to this second."

Still in the same position. She was reluctant to even look at her ex-husband.

"Whatever it is, I don't think there's anything else we need to talk about. I am happy with my life now. Please don't open the old wounds you once inflicted on my heart that are now almost healed."

Mumbs ...

Either Close must answer what after hearing the sentence just now. His tongue was speechless.

The cold attitude along with the cold tone of the hijab girl succeeded in making her fixated on the spot.

While Fatur who had only been a spectator from behind the car glass felt a little curious. Especially when looking at the girl who had just looked down.

Close turned the brain back to how he could take the girl away. With recklessness he immediately grabbed the girl's hijab wrist and forced her to come with him.

Inevitably the act clearly made Azzura surprised not a bitch. Instantly the trauma of physical violence that often experienced back shrouded him.

He started to break up and looked scared. Instantly his face instantly turned pale, the sweat on his face began to pour out and his body trembled.

"Lepasiiin," her screeches while trying to release such a strong grasp from her ex-husband. Now he even forced her into the car.

"Lepassiain!!"

As much and as strong as possible Azzura held his body so as not to get into the car. So afraid his chest began to tighten and his vision began to darken.

"Take the girl off!" the heavy sound of someone instantly made Close direct his gaze towards the source of the sound.

"Mas Genta," said Zu. He immediately turned around, approached her and spontaneously embraced her with a trembling body then cried as if asking for protection from the man.

Genta could feel how tightly the girl's embrace was with a body trembling in fear. Instantly made him instantly give a sharp unsheathed look at Close.

"Mas, take me home right now," urged Zu with a trembling voice.

Although a little curious about the figure of the man who was standing opposite to him, he preferred to obey Azzura's request.

While Close who was still standing on the spot, could only be stunned as he stared at Azzura hugging the man who to him was like that misfortune hero.

"Did you know what you did just fell into the abduction category? You could be sentenced to prison."

Close smiled cynically at Genta's words which sounded as if threatening to him.

"Who are you who dare threaten me."

"No need to know who I am. I don't think it matters to a loser like you."

After finishing his sentence, Genta turned his back and returned to his car regardless of the intimidating gaze of Azzura's ex-husband.

Shortly after sitting in the steering wheel, he was again surprised to find Azzura sitting with a curled position hugging his legs and hiding his face on his knees.

"Zu." Genta called out to him while touching his shoulder.

The touch clearly made the girl instantly shocked as well as frightened.

"Zu, it's me Genta mas," he said. For the second time he saw the girl looking chaotic like a depressed person.

"Genta Mas?" Slowly he loosened his two coiled hands on both legs and fixed his sitting position. "Is there any mineral water?"

"Nothing, Zu, just be patient for a second."

Genta started the engine and slowly started to drive away leaving the bus stop.

While Close who was still flinching on the spot, could only stare at the nanar of the vehicle that looked already far away.

"Who is that guy? Why do I feel like I'm dealing with her father Yoga? Looks like he knows enough about the legal matter."

Close began to be curious at once furious. His hands immediately clenched. A second later he fell.

"Am I being too rude to her? Then in a way especially so that I could speak well with him," he murmured a little frustrated and then rubbed his face rough.

After that, he decided to open the car door and immediately landed his buttocks next to the steering chair.

"Take me to cafe kemaaren" he ordered.

"Good sir."

"Oh yeah, Fatur, find out who that guy was."

"Good sir."

"How do I explain to you, if the man was Mr. Genta, an officer, the first son of the Aerospace man and the owner of the foundation," Fatur murmured in his heart.

Meanwhile, Genta, who has been driving since, stopped his car on the shoulder of the road right in front of one of the mineral water sellers.

After buying two bottles of mineral water and then making it, he immediately gave a bottle of water that had been opened.

"Here, drink it."

"Thank you, ma'am" he said, grabbing the bottle with trembling hands.

"I'd better take him first he met a psychologist. If it keeps going like this, I'm afraid he'll get worse. Kasian Devan," muttered Genta in his heart.

After making sure Azzura looked okay, he drove back to the hospital where his sister and brother-in-law worked.

Throughout the journey no conversation is created but silence. Occasionally Genta glanced at the girl who looked dreamy while leaning her head on the back of the car seat.

Even his eyes continued to be directed towards the car window.

"Who was that guy? To make Azzura tremble in fear? If you look at the appearance and the car used, it looks like the man is not a random person," he guessed inwardly.