The Crack of a Glass

94. My spirit is broken ...

Instantly the room became silent, only the voices of Ayya, Novia and Ganenra were playing.

Nyepi ...

Pain ...

Vacancy ...

Everything becomes one. As much as possible Yoga tries to be strong, strong, and hold back his tears which are now starting to pool.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath to fill the oxygen supply into his lungs.

It was his hope to propose to Azzura. Though he had planned his intention, two days before leaving for J City.

Prasetya, Fahira and Nella immediately set their sights on Genta and Yoga.

All three know if currently Yoga looks very hard to hear the happy news from Genta. But not for the man who works as a psychologist.

Amidst the silence, Genta again opened his voice. "Yoga, to be honest, it wasn't easy for me to melt her heart. It took me three years to express my feelings and propose to her. When I proposed to her, I had mentally prepared myself as much as possible if I would be rejected. But thank God, he accepts me for who I am."

"One thing I've only realized so far, maybe the reason Azzura was reluctant to have a serious relationship for some reason."

Yoga frowned then glanced at Genta as he asked, "an excuse?"

Genta nodded slowly with a breath. "Hmm .. I just realized that the reason is because there is still one other man's name in his heart. He did not mention the name of the man. To be honest, I felt jealous of the figure of the man who had stolen her heart before me. I wonder who that mysterious man is, Yoga," Genta said honestly.

Hearing the expression of honesty from Genta, Yoga immediately embraced him. Without Azzura mentioning what the name of the man was, he could already guess who the hijab girl meant. Yes ... The man is himself.

"Azzura ... Why do we have to end up like this? If from the beginning I knew you were living in City M, then I was catching up with you. I have even been to that city a few times. But why does God not bring us together," his mind as well as feel sad.

"Congratulations, Bang. I am so happy for Brother and Azzura. Please love her and treat her like a queen. Never yell at her let alone hurt her," she whispered softly with a trembling voice holding back her tears.

That heartfelt greeting, escaped from the lips of Yoga. But who can guess if at this time his heart is not okay.

For a moment, Genta's forehead wrinkled thinly. In addition, the sound of Yoga that sounded vibrate when saying that sentence. He felt something strange but did not want to guess.

"Thank you, Yoga. I hope that you will be present and catch up with me soon," Genta replied as she patted his back.

"When will your wedding be held?" tanyanya while breaking her arms and then looked at Genta firmly.

"God's Insha, another week."

Yoga is slow. "Content ... Will I attend or not? Will I be strong to watch as you pledge that sacred promise to Azzura."

But he could only say it in his heart. "Again safe, Bang" he said with a smile. "I go to the room first, Brother just continue talking to your mother's father and sister Nella."

"Alright, I happen to be ready, too" replied Genta then moved from the sofa and called the princess.

Shortly after being in the parking lot, he grabbed a wedding invitation card from the car and handed it to Mr. Prasetya.

"Uncle, mother, come to my wedding. I hope you'll all be there later."

"Insha Allah .. we must be present," replied Prasetya then patted his shoulder and stroked Ayya's head fondly.

After saying goodbye, Genta and Ayya also left the residence of Mr. Prasetya and continued to travel to the Azzura house.

In the room, Yoga was sitting on the side of the bed staring at a ring box. His chest tightened again when Genta mentioned Azzura's name if the girl was his future wife.

Slowly he stood up and headed to the balcony terrace of his room. He mused about Genta's three-year struggle to get the beautiful-eyed girl's heart.

The same girl they loved, was even her lying husband at the time.

It was not an easy struggle for a Genta. Moreover, Azzura is very close to the man who is not too familiar.

Yoga gripped the iron balcony guardrail with a lowered view. A feeling of emptiness, deep disappointment instantly made her tears fall down with a rush.

"I'm not a man of choice. Oh Allah .. My spirit is broken. After this, can I forget? Will there be a replacement like her?"

Yoga sobbed, a trace of his memories and pieces of his memory of his being together with Azzura, again filled his memory.

"I'm sorry, ma'am."

As he continued to dissolve in his deep sadness, a pat on his shoulder made him instantly turn around.

"Dad," he said lirih then immediately clutched the father tightly. His cries were getting unstoppable.

"Yoga .." pak Prasetya kept stroking the steadfast back of his son who trembled with his cries.

I don't know what to say. All he could do right now was calm his son down as well as give him strength.

"Cry, my son. Remember ... Not everything we hope for and dream of can be achieved. Sometimes we have to let go even if it's heavy. Sometimes our life story goes with someone just to be friends at a time. But not to be his partner forever" whispered Mr. Prasetya to the son.

Yoga did not answer but could only shed his tears in the arms of the father.

Without both of them realizing that Nella who had been in the room had only been able to look at the crying sister while hugging her father.

Until the tail of his eyes accidentally directed to the nightstand. He approached her and sat down on the side of the bed. Grab the ring box and open it.

Again and again .. Guilt again gnawed at him. Staring at the ring he could make sure to propose to Azzura.

"I'm sorry big sister, Yoga," he muttered and wiped his tears that suddenly dripped.

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Azzura Residence ...

"Assalamu'alaikum" said Genta and Ayya alternately and pressed the doorbell.

"Waa'laikumsalam" replied Azzura, Nanda and Radit.

Devan looked at him and stood up. Bak had memorized the voice of the father, he immediately ran small to the door.

"Dad, Mother," he said as he jumped small.

As soon as the door was opened he asked in a cradle.

"Who's the same father? Same with Ayya .. isn't it?" tanyakanya.

"Kangen," he answered.

"Honey, let's go in," he asked as he embraced his daughter.

A moment after being in the lounge, Radit was shocked to look at him. "Bang Genta?!" call it.

Nanda and Azzura looked at each other and then looked back at the two alternately.

"Do you know each other?" ask Zu and Nanda in unison.

Both are nodding. Then Genta sat down next to Radit.

"Bang, this is my wife Nanda and her best friend Azzura" he explained. "Well, by the way, what's the deal with City J?"

"Later you will know, too" said Genta plainly. Radit just shook his head.

"So this is the man that Azzura meant? No less handsome than Yoga. Ck ... What the hell am I thinking?" nanda murmured in his heart.

"Mas, later we go to the house momy Lio first yes," his permission and answered with a nod of the head by Genta.

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