The Model Vs Ustadz

14 - Monthly guest

Month passed. Azam has not lived in an apartment with Atlanta. It is still going back and forth between the apartment and the dormitory. I don't know, there's no intention in his heart to stay with Atlanta. He also has not said anything about this to Gilang. Azam felt he didn't need to tell her. He has not known his roommate for long either.

Azam stepped foot into the elevator and pressed the password on the door of the apartment that Atlanta lived in. He nodded while shaking his head. He repeatedly advised Atlanta to clean up her apartment but Atlanta never heard of it. The current state of the apartment is still the same as before. Messy.

Azam's hands began to stretch out to clean the clothes of Atlanta scattered on the floor and then put it into the basket of clothes in the corner of the room. As his eyes were directed up the bed Azam hissed in annoyance. This incident has been repeated many times and Azam is tired of commemorating his wife.

"Atlanta!" shouts Azam.

"I'm in the bathroom!" reply Atlanta.

"Get out!"

Atlanta immediately opened the bathroom door. She found her husband showing his face while pointing at something on the bed with his index finger. A red triangular object that is able to make Azam upset half dead.  Atlanta scratched her non-itchy forehead and then showed the grin of her horse. He forgot to enter*************** that to the dirty laundry.

"I-it .., hehe ...."

That magical thing Azam moved to the basket of clothes. He sat on the bed with his face still bent.

"Maas ...." Atlanta sits next to Azam while hugging her husband's hand hoping Azam will forgive her.

"I don't want that thing lying around anymore. Understand."

Atlanta smiled while nodding in understanding. Maybe he will repeat it later.

Azam stood towards the nightstand that always had drinking water and downed a glass of water until the toilet was not there. Neutralizing her sense of regret, Azam looked at Atlanta who was combing her hair in front of the makeup table. Atlanta hair is so straight and well groomed. Azam never got tired of looking at him. His feet he stepped up to approach his wife and hugged her from behind.

"I can do it anyway" Azam said, holding his hand around Atlanta's neck while staring at the reflection of the two in the mirror.

"What, Mas?"

"I can't keep you beautiful until I can never stop being amazed by you."

"Well?!"

"Have plastic surgery?"

"Plastic surgery? Yeah no. Ngacos."

"That means true."

"What?" Atlanta looked at Azam from the mirror before her.

"New angels have come down from the sky."

"Huh?"

Azam kissed the top of Atlanta's head. Inhaling the aroma that always smells deep. "You are an angel. I am aware of it."

Atlanta could no longer hide her smile. He did not expect Azam to be able to say things that made his cheeks so blushing.

"Gombal," he said staring in the other direction. He could not afford to look Azam in the eye which always made him hypnotized.

Azam turned Atlanta's body to face him, then cupped the two cheeks of the woman..

"I'm not a gumbal. I'm trying to be honest with my angel."

Thats enough. Atlanta had to find a new topic to shift the conversation. Otherwise he cannot guarantee that he will remain in his position.

"No fever" Azam said, holding Atlanta's forehead. "But why is your face red? You hot?"

Atlanta did not answer. Before he actually flew away from hearing Azam's words, he quickly switched the conversation.

"Your college is good?"

Azam sighed then sat on a mattress not far from Atlanta's seat.

"It's a habit."

"What's that?"

"Because the incredible is in front of me."

Blouse.

Azam again made Atlanta's cheeks blush with his words. Atlanta who understood what he meant immediately turned her attention in the other direction.

"What the hell. You know what?!" Atlanta turned to face the glass.

"Yes. Our conversation is stale. But luckily your beauty never goes stale."

"It's not clear you, Mom!"

"Emangs. Because obviously here's just our relationship." Azam stared at Atlanta from the reflection of the mirror while chuckling.

"More ngaco nih you." Atlanta approached Azam and pinched his nose.

Azam replied to her with a kiss on the lips with a glance. Ever since I got to know Atlanta it became opium for Azam.

"I don't ngaco. You're confused about what to answer, right?"

On target. Azam always made her unable to say anything.

"I just found out you can say that."

Azam smiled. "Stay with me no matter what. Okay?"

*****

Currently Atlanta and Azam were watching TV along with Azam's head was on Atlanta's lap. There is no busy schedule for the two to make them able to relax and start a random chat.

"Mas," call Atlanta

"Hm" Azam muttered.

"How many children do you want?"

"One hundred."

"Seriously."

Azam looked at Atlanta's face. "Four."

"A lot of it."

"A lot of kids a lot of sustenance, Atlan. I want to have one son and three daughters. Can, right?"

Atlanta nodded. "Can."

Azam wakes up and holds Atlanta's chin. "What if now?"

"What?"

"Make it."

"Huh?! Y-you ..really? Now?"

Azam nodded. "No papa, right?"

Azam said that without any burden at all. While Atlanta who understands her husband's words looks nervous. He grabbed her stomach and asked permission to go to the bathroom first.

"dither. I'm going to the bathroom first."

Atlanta moved and went into the bathroom. The next instant there was a loud scream from inside. Azam who realized that the sound of Atlanta immediately moved and banged on the bathroom door loudly.

"Atlans! Atlanta why are you?!" yelled Azam panicked.

There's no answer from inside. When Azam was about to break down the door, it was already open from the inside. Appearing Atlanta with a lethargic look.

"Maas ...."

"What's up, Atlan?" Azam held both shoulders of Atlanta.

"Tamunya .. dateng."

*****

University dormitory. Gilang noticed Azam who was busy cleaning his clothes. Azam decided to move to an Atlanta apartment to be more free to do anything there. Until now Azam has not said anything about him and Atlanta to Gilang.

"Where are you going, Zam?" ask Gilang.

"Move." Azam replied as if.

"Where to?"

"Apartment,"

"Whose apartment?"

"Wife."

Gilang looked surprised to hear Azam's words. " Loh, wife? Since when do you have a wife?"

"Old old man."

"Who's your wife? You've never told me."

"Atlanta."

"Huh?! That famous model? Who suddenly changes his appearance after hil-"

"Duh, noisy! The long story anyway. You just calm down, we can still meet with God ngizinin."

"Don't forget about me, Zam."

"God willing."

Finished cleaning his clothes, Azam reached out his hand to invite Gilang to shake hands which of course was immediately warmly welcomed by him.

"I'm saying goodbye. Assalamualaikum."

Gilang. "Waalaikum salam. Careful."

*****

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