The Model Vs Ustadz

10 - You and my Miss

There was a breath many times from a man who was sleeping on his back on a mattress while holding a paper in his hand.

Azam took himself. When he woke up this morning, Atlanta was no longer beside him. Replaced by a piece of paper. Even Atlanta left Azam's ring last night.

Azam had traveled all over the pesantren but he did not find Atlanta. He also asked some of the students there but the answer they gave did not satisfy him. He finally decided to read the letter lying beside his bed earlier.

Assalamualaikum says.

To my dearest Mas Azamku.

Sorry a thousand sorry. I can't give you the will to stay. You don't have to worry, Mom. I'm fine here. I am so happy to see Papa. I also did not think my dad was still handsome. No, you are not the most handsome. Oops. I'll know later if we're afraid to meet again. Geez maybe you put me here to ask for a break. High is my dream, haha.

You're fine there. You should be able to go back to your old life. Your life before I was. I'm in Jakarta now, Mas. I'm here waiting for you to come here. To separate or continue. God willing, I accept whatever your decision is.

Sorry I returned the ring. Not that I don't like it. I like it so much, though. I thought you could be romantic with me. Mas..., if you are to break up, you may love the ring as fragrant. I'm sure he won't reject you because he still likes you.

Don't forget I'm waiting for you here. Do not forget to also bring a divorce letter if you want to really separate from me. I'm sincere.

Wassalamualaikum it.

Warm regards from your most beautiful wife.

Atlanta Princess Halwanisa.

Azam took a long breath. He stared at the ring he wore last night on his Atlanta ring finger and slammed himself into the bed. Regarding Harum, Azam had not thought much about it anymore. I don't know, maybe Harum Az-Zahra's name has been successfully replaced with the name of his wife, Atlanta Princess Halwanisa.

Azam chuckled as he recalled how efficacious Atlanta was in front of Fragrant. That day was the first time Atlanta and Fragrant met. Azam thought maybe Atlanta wanted to make Fragrance jealous at that time, so he acted spoiled on Azam.

Azam smiled remembering that day. The day on which for the first time he kissed Atlanta in the middle of a deserted street.

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But now Azam went through his days with a sense of loneliness that continues to envelop him. Today is 15 days since Atlanta left. And Azam was not sure he could go through his days again in the future. For 15 days he was tormented by his longing.

Azam sat on the sofa imagining the times he was with Atlanta. He passed through various moments on this sofa. For the first time he saw Atlanta's face up close. The first time he looked into those charming hazel eyes. As Atlanta's concerns began to arise and more.

Azam spread his gaze. The net is glued to the door of the only room in this house. He smiled considering the first dawn woke Atlanta. At that time Atlanta fell in the bathroom because it was accidentally sleepy and slipped. Azam freaked out when he realized Atlanta's knee was bleeding. At that time there was no love between the two but Azam felt responsible for what happened to Atlanta.

Azam went up and went to the kitchen. Shadows as his head and Atlanta's head hit hard. It was then where he began to be fascinated with his wife's hazel bead to forget the shady gaze of Harum. He began to feel a strange taste that remained in his heart until he found the answer.

In every corner of the house, the shadow of Atlanta was always present in his mind. This small house has many beautiful memories that are difficult to forget. During these two months Azam and Atlanta rarely get along. But it was that quarrel that became the most beautiful memories in this house.

Azam decided to leave the house. Trying to get Atlanta off his mind for a moment. Just as Azam closed the door, his net was glued to the butut motor he was wearing for the first time to take Atlanta to school. He smiled as Atlanta held up her robe high until her thighs were seen.

Azam. Again the shadow of Atlanta was present in his mind.

The cup!

"Don't blame me for doing more than this."

Azam nodded again. Enough with all this. He can't take it anymore. Azam finally decided to go back into the room and lay himself on the bed. She pulled her hair in frustration.

"Aaaakhhh!!! Why are you always on my mind? I miss you Atlanta. I want to meet you. I promise I will make it better, more like a household in general. I promise I'll pick you up, Atlan. I promise I'll bring you back with me. I don't want to lose you" Azam said as he stared at the ceiling of his room.

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