The Model Vs Ustadz

12 - Lost again

Azam and Harum are different dormitories. After delivering Harum, Azam was just escorted to his dorm. He picked up his phone which he rarely used and immediately typed something in the search field.

"The change in Atlanta's performance made him even more famous and increased his fans."

That's what it says on Azam's phone. Azam rubbed his eyes many times. Atlanta was completely different this time. No longer visible hair, or, clothes and tight pants. Everything was replaced with a long robe that touched the floor and a syar'i veil that dangled until it covered his buttocks.

Azam rubbed the carefree smiling face of Atlanta on his phone. He misses his Atlantik who always makes him emotional. Azam longed for the sounds, the mannerisms, and all the other little things he had experienced with Atlanta.

"Assalamualaikum," someone said his greetings and broke his daydream.

Azam looked up and replied, "Waalaikum greetings," while smiling towards that person.

A man in black jeans, a shirt and an unbuttoned shirt stared at Azam. The man then asked, "Azam, right?"

Azam nodded and he put his phone in his pants pocket. After that, he began to clean his clothes into the cupboard that was already available there.

"Mistake" the man with the shirt approached Azam and extended his hand.

Azam received Gilang's hand, but he did not say a word. He even returned to tidying up his clothes in a cute manner.

"Lo... mute?" tanya Gilang made Azam look over. "Or, deaf?"

"I answer your greetings if you forget" Azam replied.

"Oh, kirain..."

"Why are you that?" ask Azam curious.

Gilang blinked his shoulder. "Lo doesn't call it lo's name."

"You called my name. Should I still mention the name?" reply Azam cynical.

Gilang nodded his head. "It turns out you don't like pleasantries and .. rigid."

Azam still did not care about Gilang who was familiar with it and continued to clean their room.

"Help me tidy dong shirt," pinta Gilang.

"God created your hands and feet perfectly, still don't want you to use them?" Azam looked at Gilang coldly.

"Well, just relax. I'm just kidding, "Gilang raised his index finger and middle finger to form the letter V. His eyebrows he went up and down while watching Azam with a mocking look. After that, he dressed carelessly. Really lazy to deal with his name arranging things.

The clear sky was now changed with a night decorated with stars. After performing the isha prayer, Azam intended to sleep because there was nothing else he could do. The man had already tried to find Atlanta's presence on the internet, but in addition to the zero result, he actually missed her even more.

Azam noticed Gilang who was busy reading newspapers and several magazines. Azam thought that Gilang might be majoring related to the entertainment world. On his study table is a camera that he might use to photograph and some polaroid photos of someone Azam does not recognize.

"Did you see me?" Gilang regained his senses and asked while looking at Azam.

Azam. "Ge-er."

Gilang laughed and Azam chose to sleep in bed. In his dormitory, each room was filled with two people and they were given a bunk bed and two study tables. Seeing Azam sleeping on the bottom mattress, Gilang could not accept. He did not want to sleep on top of the bed.

"Eh, why are you sleeping there?" ask Gilang.

Azam did not answer. He even slept his back to Gilang and ignored him.

"Azam!" Gilang delayed his work and immediately approached Azam. He pulled out a blanket that covered Azam's body so that his friend would immediately move to the top mattress.

"Azam moved!" Gilang held Azam's pillow and beat him.

Azam still ignored Gilang and survived in the bottom mattress. But, the more ignored, the more outrageous Gilang. She whined like a woman in front of Azam. Azam felt uneasy and woke up to look at Gilang with annoyance, but Gilang smiled with effort.

"Yes a guess?" persuade Gilang for the third time.

"No!!" turn Azam shut his eyes and turn his back to Gilang.

Gilang turned his lips down. "Ih, Azam, let's take a tukeran." Not giving up, Gilang continued to pull his hands and clothes to make Azam increasingly uncomfortable.

Azam covered his ears while hissing in annoyance. "OK, okay. We're tukeran, but there's a condition."

"What condition? The chunky!"

"I don't want to hear you call 'lo-gue' anymore'. If I still hear you talking like that, don't expect you to sleep in the bed down."

"But...."

Azam invited Gilang to stop immediately by shaking his head, but Gilang remained stubborn.

"OK, okay. I want to," said Gilang at last.

"Good."

...*****...

The dawn prayer had been ringing for fifteen minutes but a big man in a white shirt was still wrapped in his bed.

"Lang!" Azam shook Gilang's body to wake up. However, Gilang remained asleep.

"If I don't wake up I flush you like before."

Yes, it's been a week the two have lived together in this room. During that time, Azam searches for Atlanta's whereabouts, but is unable to find it. Maybe Azam was destined to always be in touch with lazy people. It used to be Atlanta, now Gilang. Azam was patient. After all, he will get a reward if he continues to do good to those around him.

"DISAPPEAR!" Azam's voice was rising. Azam was completely out of patience. Azam went to the bathroom available in the room and brought a sack of water.

After returning to the room, Azam saw Gilang already standing up and stretching his body.

"Well, what about the dipper, Zam?" He pretended not to know.

"Make a drink to an elephant that is still sleeping. But now the elephant is awake. Now, elephants let's go to the bathroom to prepare the congregational dawn prayer," Azam called Gilang a "elephant" because of its large body.

Somehow Gilang always obeyed Azam's orders. Maybe Azam has a secret power that can conquer people. The proof is now Gilang is heading to the bathroom. But just as Gilang's big foot stepped into the bathroom, he came back to Azam while raising his hand to make Azam's forehead wrinkle confused.

Gilang realized Azam's confusion and clucked, "If you continue to hold the dipper, how can I take a bath, honorable Mr Azam?" Gilang deliberately emphasized the word 'Dear Lord Azam' at the end of his sentence.

Just realizing that he was still holding the dipper, Azam immediately gave the dipper to Gilang. His friend went straight into the bathroom and did what Azam told him to do.

After performing the morning prayers, Azam came out of the room. Since today there is no college schedule, he wants to find the whereabouts of Atlanta. While Gilang, he returned to his busy work during the week, reading newspapers and magazines as Azam usually sees.

As Azam exited the room, he noticed an interesting post on his phone. This shows a sign that he does not need to go far to find information.

The post is video. Without thinking, Azam immediately played the video. In it, Atlanta is being interviewed by several journalists. She looked so beautiful with a smile on her face. He will go to the airport and continue his career in Germany today.

Hearing that, Azam immediately opened the door and rushed in to ask Gilang. Azam remembered Gilang had read many newspapers and magazines. He was sure that his friend knew about the entertainment world.

"Lang!" shouts Azam.

Gilang who was listening to music through his earphones immediately looked up. He took off his earphones and raised his chin indicating that he asked Azam what he needed from him.

"Where did you know this video was taken?" asked Azam while showing the video he played earlier.

"It's live streaming, isn't it?" ask Gilang.

Azam nodded quickly.

"Atlanta huh? You know him?" ask Gilang.

Azam. "Many questions! Raven, Lang!"

Although still curious, Gilang grabbed his phone and showed Azam something that was immediately answered with a nod of the head. After saying thank you, Azam ran towards the place indicated by Gilang so as to make Gilang's forehead shrivel confused.

"Why, anyway, him?"

...*****...

The fifteen-story building in front of him was seen by Azam from top to bottom. He took a deep breath before putting his foot into the building and approaching the reception desk. Azam ventured to ask a woman who seemed to be the guard of the table.

"I'm sorry" said the woman, leaving Azam's forehead wrinkled with confusion. "Atlanta has gone to the airport."

"Airport?" ask Azam.

The woman nodded. "Just left."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

Azam turned around and ran towards the street. Luckily, a taxi arrived shortly afterwards and immediately took Azam to the airport to catch up with Atlanta. He can't lose her again.

...*****...

Azam got out of the taxi and immediately ran into the airport, looking for the whereabouts of Atlanta. He ran around the airport until he ran out of energy. But free, a plane bound for Germany just took off from the runway. Azam pulled her hair in frustration. He's unlikely to catch Atlanta to Germany. What would this mean if he would not meet his Atlantai again?

"ATLANTA!!!" shouts Azam.

...*****...

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