The Model Vs Ustadz

11 - Jakarta

Azam repeatedly glanced at the paper in his hand. Obviously, he hesitated to accept a college offer from Kyai Sholeh. Yesterday, when Azam had just finished his regular studies, he suddenly gave him a college application form at one of the universities in Jakarta.

This opportunity had been rejected many times, but this time he had to think about it twice before turning down this offer again. This was the only way that he could quickly meet with Atlanta. Is Atlanta not in Jakarta? Then this is a good opportunity. Despite the fact that Jakarta is so vast, Azam does not care. He had to keep his promise to bring Atlanta back into his arms again.

Azam took out a pen and started filling out the form. He smiled with satisfaction as the form filled in. Azam went to clean up his clothes that he would bring to Jakarta.

As he picked up the third shirt, something fell right on his feet. Azam took the thing, looked at it and opened its contents. A ring that Azam once gave to Atlanta. He held the box tightly. Azam is confident he will meet with Atlanta again soon.

 

Atlanta returned to her profession as a magazine actress. He changed his appearance for the better and closed. No one commented anything about it, but Atlanta still looks beautiful using any clothes.

Currently, he has just finished shooting for his new magazine. He wanted to rest his body for a moment. The flat object in Atlanta's bag took it, then opened its Instagram app. There was one post that interested him, a song that really describes his heart at this time.

Look at my heart

Injured and increasingly fragile

Because of you

Now away from me

Did you miss me there

God help me

I'm in a tormented longing

Let me meet you even in a dream

Because I can't do it anymore (can't anymore)

I'm in a tormented longing

Atlanta breathed out slowly. He misses his Azam. What's he doing now? Is Azam coming to see him? Azam did say about his feelings, but Atlanta was still hesitant because there was a fragrance between the relationships. Maybe Azam hasn't forgotten Harum, has he?

"Inget Azam, huh?"

Atlanta turned her head as someone suddenly sat beside her. A white man with hazel eyes looked at his daughter with a sweet smile on his lips. He is the father of Atlanta. His father was indeed a native of Europe, more precisely Germany, but he had lived in Indonesia for a long time. Hence, he speaks Indonesian fluently.

"Mas Azam misses me, doesn't he?"

"Ep... Kangen. Maybe."

Atlanta hugged her papa. "I miss, Pa. I

not sure Mas Azam will follow me."

The man called papa frowned. "Keep up, Anta."

"Eh, but how can you know about Azam? I never told you." Atlanta unraveled her embrace and looked at her astonished papa.

The father smiled as he pinched Atlanta's nose. "What does Papa not know? Papa knows everything, about you, your mama, even Azam. Papa also knows you'll be sold." Papa was silent for a moment. "Papa wants to take you away at that time. But papa lost fast."

"Losing quickly?" asked Atlanta while staring at her hazel papa bead.

"You're out of that house. You know you're in a boarding school and even married. Papa's little daughter is all grown up, it turns out."

"Pa..., does every household have problems?"

Atlanta down. "I'm afraid my relationship is like my mom's with my dad. You see, my marriage is the same Mas Azam right-"

"Stttt... Can't say that, you."

"Before marrying me, Mas Azam liked everyone else. I'm afraid he chose that guy over me. Me and Mas Azam married because I was forced."

"Don't think negatively, ah. It will come true, not good."

Atlanta hit his papa's arm. "What the fuck, anyway? Not his son's encouragement. It's only making things worse."

Papa chuckles slowly. "Handling, Honey. Mending now you sleep. You must be tired, right, abis the photo shoot earlier?"

Atlanta nodded. "OKAY. Thank you, Pa."

 

Like a king, the ruler of everything. This afternoon, up there, the sun is perched sweet. The spotlight was blinding to the eye, the light was piercing through space, and the heat was burning through the universe. Uh, lebay.

A three-person car split open the streets of the capital. Azam, Harum, and a paid driver are on their way to a university dormitory in Jakarta.

Azam was sitting behind and his eyes were unceasingly staring at the skyscrapers along the way. I don't know, chatting with Harum feels really boring. There was no topic of conversation that interested him and wanted to linger.

"It's really hot in here, Mom." Harum, who was sitting next to the driver, started the conversation while glancing at Azam who remained focused on the streets.

Azam did not answer and only turned his head for a while, then returned to the car window that showed the view outside.

"Mas, look over there! There's a clown. Ih, that's so funny."

Azam followed the direction of Harum. It just so happened that it was a red light. His eyes were fixed to that place. But not the clown who became the center of attention, but a large billboard displayed behind the clown. Azam was stunned. He opened his eyes several times, but what he saw did not change.

"Mas," call Harum again.

Azam.

"What the hell is it, Mas?"

"It's nothing," Azam replied quickly. He didn't even look at Fragrant's face for a moment.

"Not that. Why did Azam die? Don't like going to college with Harum?"

This time, Azam stared at Fragrant face. Disappointed look from that beautiful face.

"I never said that, Ning."

Azam looked back out the window, ignoring Harum who kept his head down. Now he was convinced that there was no longer any chance for him to carve his name that had been erased in Azam's heart. There was a sense of happiness when I heard that Atlanta was leaving Azam. Even though her ashes had already said that Azam would get someone better, Harum still wished on the man. When he heard Azam wanted to accept the invitation to go to college with him, Harum felt happy not to play, but his pleasure immediately disappeared. His name written on Azam's heart had indeed been changed to someone else's name with permanent ink, it was impossible for Harum to remove it. Fragrant could only sigh, he really had to forget about Azam if he did not want to continuously feel an unrequited sense of love.

Azam focused on researching the billboard earlier. The billboard is now more displayed on the roadside as the car passes. Azam was sure he was near here. He was so happy when he saw the big billboard, his belief was even stronger that he would meet again with Atlanta.

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