The Model Vs Ustadz

13 - Return

"ATLANTA!!!"

"Mas Azam."

Azam. Someone suddenly called out to him from behind. His voice was very familiar in Azam's ears. He looked slowly. What he saw shocked his heart. He wiped his tears that had flowed out from when.

"Atlanta." Azam was still in his place. He could not believe what he was seeing right now. But the next few seconds Azam ran and hugged Atlanta tightly.

Slowly Atlanta returned Azam's embrace. He smiles. Atlanta misses her Azam.

"Please, don't go" said Azam.

Echem.

The sound of someone's silence made Azam and Atlanta break his embrace. Azam stared at the person beside Atlanta fiercely.

" H-hai," said the man awkwardly.

"You-you"

"He was Charlie who was my photographer at the time. And actually, Charlie was a papa spy. Not photographers. I also just found out when I met papa at that time," said Atlanta.

Charlie still smiles even though he knows Azam doesn't like him.

"You just calm down, Azam. I never touched Atlanta when I was with her. I was just told to look after him. Not more. Now come on, I'll take you to the apartment."

Azam was still staring at Charlie not like it. However the elusan in his hand made him sigh long. Now is not the time for possessiveness.

The three then left the airport for the Atlanta apartment. Once there, Charlie goes somewhere, while Azam and Atlanta go straight to the room.

Azam sat on the bed. He pulled Atlanta to sit next to him.

Tak.

"Aww!" ringis Atlanta when her forehead was flicked by Azam.

"You haven't changed in the past" Azam said.

Then he spread his eyes. Atlanta's clothes and belongings were strewn everywhere making him bobble his head.

"I'll settle it later too. Don't be afraid of dong. It hurts, it's."

"My turn is also the wrong one."

"Hehe." Melt sounded from Atlanta's tiny mouth.

Then silence. Both are silent. Only a clockwork sound could be heard in the room.

"Mas."

"Atlan's."

They both talk at the same time. Long enough they looked at each other then finally Atlanta who cut off eye contact first. He stared at the empty floor below.

Azam repeatedly sighed. It seems to be preparing to say what he will tell Atlanta. He then took out a red box object and thrust its contents at the hazel-manifled woman.

"Your feelings are the same I'm still the same, right?" ask Azam.

Atlanta glanced at Azam and the ring took turns. He was eager to receive the ring again, but his ego told him to remain silent.

"Atlane ...." Now Azam's position has changed. He knelt before Atlanta, hoping that Atlanta would take him back.

"Mas .., I think you're here to tell me to sign our divorce papers."

Azam. "No way, Atlan. Please don't mention that word again. Because we will never be apart until anytime. I'm sorry, Atlan. I know I can't be a good husband to you. I promise I will fix everything. For your sake." Azam was silent for a moment while staring at Atlanta's face. "I love you. Ana uhibbuki, Atlanta."

Atlanta's tears are coming down. He can't hold it anymore. Atlanta could not believe the words Azam had spoken made her moved.

"You want to, don't you, come back with me?"

Sobbing Atlanta nodded. He smiles. Atlanta is very happy at the moment. Azam smiled too. He took Atlanta's right hand and put the ring on his ring finger and Azam kissed Atlanta's back long enough.

Azam hugged Atlanta. He is also happy because he and Atlanta are back together.

Azam broke his embrace then cupped Atlanta's cheek and kissed her forehead gently, letting go of the longing she had been longing for.

"Oh, yes. I have a question for you."

Atlanta wiped her tears and looked at Azam. Waiting for her husband to continue his words.

"You didn't go to Germany because of me, did you?" asked Azam confidently.

"So you thought I was going to Germany?"

Azam nodded. "I saw the news this morning."

Atlanta laughs. And it managed to make Azam's forehead wrinkled in confusion.

"It wasn't me who left, Mom. But papa. Papa came back to Germany for taking care of his work there. You're a hell of a ge-er."

Cup.

Atlanta's laughter stopped. He's surprised. Azam suddenly kissed his lips briefly. Now Azam is smiling. A smile indicates that he has won.

"It feels the same." Azam rubbed his Atlanta lips with his right thumb. "That's a punishment because you fucked me earlier."

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