The Crack of a Glass

99. Why is my destiny this mysterious ...?

When Azzura and Genta feel happiness is another case for Yoga and Close. If Close is still in his resort the opposite with Yoga.

He decided to calm himself down in City L. After leaving the hotel ballroom, he headed straight to the airport.

The day before the event, he had already booked a ticket. Now it is on one of the famous beaches in L.

He had been on that beach for hours. His chest still felt tight considering the happy moment of Genta and Azzura.

He looked up at the sky which was now studded with thousands of stars, along with the escape of clear crystals from his eyelids.

"Oh my God, it's not easy for me to forget. Even since his departure the last three years. I was really devastated when I found out she was getting married. Why is my destiny this sad?"

After being content to fight with his own thoughts, he finally left the place and returned to the inn.

An hour passed ...

As he was about to leave his room for food, his tail was accidentally pointed at his still-open suitcase.

He approached and would close it but he paused when he found the gift Azzura gave him was still wrapped neatly and he had never opened.

Out of curiosity, he sat down on the side of the bed and took the object. "What's it say?"

He began to open it and it turned out to be a watch and tucked into a piece of paper. Yoga stared fixedly at the thing with teary eyes.

"It turns out to be a watch" he said. "Thank you, Zu." He took the paper and read it.

Yoga ... Consider this little gift of mine as an expression of my love for her brother. I love you and my love as a sister will never fade.

Thank you for the necklace you gave me before I left town J. I still wear that necklace to this day.

Thank you for being a guardian angel to me during our time together. Remember ... You are still my brother and my best friend.

"Azzura" he said as he stared at the letter and the watch. "Thank you for still wearing my gift necklace."

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LC Bars ...

Close seemed to be sitting on one of the bartender chairs while twirling the brown liquid in the glass and gulping it down.

In between his fingers tucked a cigarette and then in a sip deep. Blowing rough and then bowing listlessly.

He still imagined the beautiful face of his ex-wife. A trace of his memory went back to his mind when he married the girl three years ago.

"Welcome to this curse wedding. A marriage that would be like being in hell."

Instead of holding his head while praying like Genta did. Instead, that piece of vile sentence was the opening words he whispered in Azzura's ear.

The memory was again connected to a series of vile treatments that he did both physically and verbally. Even to make his ex-wife was mentally disturbed because of the cruel act.

Rice has become slurry, cracked glass cannot possibly be intact as before even visible scratches crack.

Now there are only deep regrets. Like a time that keeps spinning can't come back. Speech that has been thrown cannot be withdrawn again.

Close sobbed while clenching both of his hands. He was angry at himself for his attitude and actions that had injured Azzura.

"Azzura Zahra ... in what way should I make up for all my mistakes with you? Even though you've forgiven me, yet still my regrets and guilt for you still haunt me."

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In the presidential suite room, Azzura who had been staring at her two children was shocked as Genta sat beside her.

"W-What's up, Mom." Azzura.

Genta merely commented a smile looking at him then shook his head. His hand was raised touching the bergo that he had not let go.

"Darling, can you remove the hijab?" her door. "We are already halal. Is it okay if I see you without a hijab? In this room there are only four of us."

"But I'm not gonna fuck around with you, am I?"

Hearing the words of his wife, Genta immediately laughed and hugged her with anxiety.

"Tick it up on you too, no problem dong, honey. You are my wife" he whispered.

Azzura sighed while neutralizing her feelings as well as her heartbeat. A second later, he took off his clothes and restored his hair.

For Genta, this was the first time he had seen his wife without her hijab. Slowly her hands were raised and stroking her hair.

"Darling, why don't you just put your hair out?"

"I don't like long hair, Mas, complicated," I Zu then rested her head on her husband's shoulder.

A moment of silence ...

Genta continues to stroke the wife's hair with love to make her feel drowsiness.

"Mas."

"Hm."

"I'm sleepy" whispered Zu.

"Yes, then lie down."

Azzura just nodded then lay down next to the son. Despite feeling nervous and awkward, Azzura had to act as calm as possible.

Not long after, he fell asleep too. While Genta who has not been able to close his eyes, continues to look at the faces of his wife and two children.

"My happiness is the three of you" he said softly as he stroked his wife's fingers. Look at the wedding ring that has now been coiled on his ring finger.

slowly he stroked the wife's smooth face until his eyes were directed to the necklace that was coiled around her neck.

He thought it might be a necklace from his late mother. If he knew the necklace was a gift from Yoga, of course he would immediately take it off and prepare a rationale that entered deacons. 🤭️

After looking at Azzura's face he turned off the lights and left only a sleeping lamp.

He lay down and took his wife into his arms. The desire that had been stirring since he had to endure.

"Darling, you were intentional or what the hell? The children should have been just like mom," he whispered and protested to his wife who could not have heard his words.

"I won't procrastinate to have a baby from you."

A few minutes later, he closed his eyes. Enter into a beautiful dream in his subconscious.

*****

The night is getting late, when the people at home are already sound asleep, that is not the case for Mr. Prasetya.

He was still sitting in a lounge chair beside the pool at the princess's house. His face looked up at the sky.

The wind was cold as if he did not care.

"Pras, what do you expect from that girl? It seems you are not sane," he said softly and laughed at himself.

He paused for a moment and seemed to think. Perhaps it was time he buried deep in his love for Azzura. It had even been decades that feeling was lodged in his heart.

"Fadil, Isma, forgive me for loving your daughter. Mother, forgive me for this heart has played with fire. Unknowingly betrayed your loyalty and trust. Let this secret only I know and remain sealed forever."

Sometimes, the best thing you can do for someone you love is to let go. Free him and pray for him happiness. (Unknown)

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