The Crack of a Glass

91. Am I dreaming ...?

The room that had been quiet, immediately broke with the whining sound of Devan. Perhaps due to the foreign atmosphere, the boy whined while hugging him.

"Dear, don't be afraid." Azzura stroked his head while calming the son.

He again raised the same question as he looked, mother, Farhan, Aida, Nanda and Radit alternately.

Mother Fahira commented a smile. "Father and Yoga are currently in town A. I have a seminar and I'm a speaker there."

"When are they coming home, Bun?" ask Zu.

"Saturday. But only the father because Yoga decided to work there," explained the mother. "But mother will tell if you are currently in the city of J. So Yoga can take a few days off to get here."

Azzura just nodded. Deep in the corner of his heart, he misses both men of different ages.

"Zu, why don't you ever contact us if you're staying in M City?" ask Farhan.

With a sigh Azzura replied, "instead of not wanting to contact or inform, Brother, my phone was lost while at the airport. Maybe it fell because I was in a hurry because I was afraid of being followed by Close."

"So that's why?" timpal Nanda and answered with a nod of his head.

Mother Fahira looked at Devan and then commented on the smile of feeling anxious. "Honey, here yuk sama oma," he persuaded.

Devan just shook his head.

"Why not go with oma?" ask the mother and put on a sad face.

The boy looked up at the mother's face.

"Kasian oma Fahira, darling. Didn't Dev want to hug Fahira?"

"Can Mommy?" He asked back and Azzura nodded. Slowly the handsome boy approached Fahira and hugged her.

Unable to hold haru, Fahira's mother's eyes immediately glazed. "Darling ... If only you hadn't left this city, you might have grandchildren from you and Yoga, too" said the mother as she kissed Devan's head.

Towards the magrib, Azzura then say goodbye. He wants to shop for the next few days because he will return to M City on Sunday.

Farhan Aida and his best friend Nanda offered to drive him but he refused.

After finishing shopping at one of the supermarkets, he continued his journey home.

When he arrived at home, he took care of the son first and then himself. While waiting for the azan magrib he also seemed to be struggling in the kitchen.

Sometimes he glanced at the son who seemed to be watching his favorite cartoon while drinking milk. Sometimes he smiles when he hears his son giggling.

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A few hours passed, City A.

Yoga and the father were sitting in the living room of his apartment. The two seemed to chat casually shortly after the completion of the prayer.

But it stopped instantly because the father's phone vibrated.

"So soon, it's gotta be mom."

Yoga chuckles while teasing the father. "Not playing .. not yet two days in stay, mother again contact father. Haaah .. how handsome is your son."

Mr. Prasetya just shook his head to hear the chirping of his youngest son.

He also answered a call from his wife. Yoga chose to go to her office. Just as he landed his butt, a message notification went into his WA app.

With a sigh, he grabbed his phone and opened the picture message sent by Nanda for him.

He immediately straightened his body as if in disbelief while staring at the flat object screen.

"Am I dreaming? Are my eyes normal? Is this really true?" He wondered in a soft voice looking at the photos.

Without a second thought he immediately contacted Azzura's best friend with a thumping chest.

He ran to where Nanda and Radit are now. But whatever the power, there is a distance that separates them.

"Daddy, tell me I'm not dreaming right now, am I?" tanyanya while holding her chest.

Nanda immediately switched the call to a video call. He looked back at his phone screen. His eyes began to glaze over.

"No, it's real, Ga. Azzura is actually in J." Nanda pointed her camera at Azzura who was playing with Dita and Devan.

"Azzura." He looked up at the hijab woman. How much he misses her after three years apart.

Never even communicated as long as the girl left town J.

From across the phone, Nanda called Azzura who was playing with Dita and Devan.

"Zu!"

Azzura immediately turned his head while waving his hands with a sweet smile.

"Azzura .." he said again in a soft voice calling the girl's name. He continued to look at Azzura who was playing with Dita and her son.

"Who's that cute little bule boy? Is it her son?" inner wondering. "Is he married?"

"Yoga!" call the father.

Yoga directed his gaze towards the door and then looked back at the screen of his phone.

"Nanda, yes, yes. Oh yeah, don't forget to send me Azzura's phone number. I'll call him later."

"All right," said Nanda and then disconnected the phone call.

After the call was cut off, he again set his eyes on the father who was still standing in the door frame.

"Well, what's up?" ask her while putting her phone on her desk.

For a few seconds, Mr. Prasetya remained unmoved in place with his eyebrows intertwined because his hearing caught a glimpse, when Yoga called the name Azzura.

"Yoga, you just told me that Azzura is currently in J City." Mr. Prasetya opened his voice shortly after he landed his butt in the chair.

"I already know, Dad," she said with a blissful face. "I'll let Brother Daffa go. After the seminar, I'll go with my father to J City and want to meet Azzura."

Mr. Prasetya just nodded. "Azzura," said Prasetya sir in his heart imagining the girl's shady face.

Away from where the two are currently, Genta who is still in the city of M looks dreamy.

His mind is still disturbed by the figure of the man who has stolen the heart of his future wife.

"Azzura Zahra .. who was the man who stole your heart? Honestly, I'm jealous of him" he said in a soft voice.

For a moment he closed his eyes remembering the girl as he leaned his head on her shoulders.

"Why I felt like I clenched tightly to your body right then and there but I didn't dare to do it."

Plaque ...

One pat on his shoulder instantly scattered all his daydreams.

"The talent?!" scold the father while embracing his shoulder. "What thoughts?"

He breathed his breath. "Nothing, Dad. Just thinking about our future. I mean my little family later," she lied.

The father just nodded. "Just a few more weeks you will be a halal couple. May you be happy, son," said Mr. Dirgantara with a sincere prayer.

"Thank you, Dad."

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