The Model Vs Ustadz

15 - First introduction

In the living room, Azam was tinkering with his laptop when Atlanta approached him with a cup of coffee.

"Well?" he sat down next to Azam.

"Campus duty," Azam replied without turning his head.

"Do you want help?"

Azam. "Can."

Atlanta then took over Azam's laptop.

"Oh this."

"Can?"

"Easy."

Azam sipped the coffee that was brought Atlanta while watching his wife who was taking over his duties.

"Mas, charger dong," Atlanta at the sight of the laptop battery running out.

Azam then went to the room to get what Atlanta asked for. A minute later Azam returned and connected the charger to the laptop. But just after the charger was connected, the electricity suddenly died. Along with that, the laptop also died because the battery ran out, making Atlanta scream for it.

"Yeah!!! Not yet saved."

Azam turned on the flashlight on his phone. Highlighting Atlanta who had already dropped her lips in disappointment. He had just finished the work of Azam and now it was all in vain.

"Sorry," sighed Atlanta.

"No papa. Can make it again." Azam stroking Atlanta's shoulder. Atlanta hugged him from the side.

"Atlane ...."

Atlanta lookup. "Hm."

"First introduction" Azam whispered right in Atlanta's ear.

Atlanta who understood Azam's intent immediately nodded. She sat on Azam's lap, holding her hand to her husband's neck. He looked at Azam with a smile. He was very grateful to be found with Azam. Her naughty hands began to open one by one the buttons of her husband's shirt to the bottom. His ears danced on Azam's chest. It was a sign that he was teasing her.

Azam who could not help it immediately kissed Atlanta's lips and gently gripped her. He wants Atlanta to be satisfied with the game. Azam's lips began to descend towards Atlanta's neck and leave a trail there. The trail is a sign that Atlanta will forever be his entire possession.

Accompanied by the lights of the cell phone flashlight, both of them enjoy the game they play. Although not completely finished because of Atlanta guests, Azam still feel happy.

*****

The trip home from campus this time made Azam upset half to death. Along the way Atlanta's face and body were plastered everywhere. Although Atlanta's performance is now much different than before, Azam still can't see it. He seemed not willing to let others enjoy the beauty of Atlanta as well.

Today she is going to talk to Atlanta to ask her to stop modeling. He could not bear it anymore when he heard others talking about his wife who was so famous throughout the archipelago. Azam only wants Atlanta only his, even though it is not completely.

"What's up, Mom?" tanya Atlanta looked at Azam's tangled face.

Azam sat beside Atlanta while looking at his wife's face. Considering Atlanta is a stubborn person Azam intends to hold back his frustration. After all it was a job that Atlanta had long been in. He also did not want his wife's reputation to be bad because of it.

"Why?" atlanta asked back because Azam was just staring at him without saying anything.

Azam breathed. Either way he is a head of the family and Atlanta must obey all his wishes.

"I don't like your face being exposed everywhere and looking just like a lot of people."

Atlanta's forehead makes a small fold when it hears Azam's speech. "You told me to wear a veil?"

Azam. "Not." Azam breathed again. This time it's longer than before. "I want you to stop being a model, okay? I don't like to share, Atlan. I don't want to be someone else's talk. Mine is only for me .. forever." Azam lowered his head but the next split second he turned his head quickly because he heard the Atlanta story.

Atlanta fell silent and nodded. "If that's what you want."

Azam couldn't believe Atlanta's answer. That easy? But it doesn't matter now. What matters is that Atlanta after this will only be hers.

"Thank you, Atlan. I'm glad you want to hear my request."

"It's my duty, my mother."

*****

Atlanta's body slammed into the living room couch. His back rests on the couch. Today he has spent a lot of money to cancel all the employment contracts he has signed before.

Azam who saw it becoming guilty had asked Atlanta to quit her habit.

"Racid?" azam asked as he sat beside Atlanta and wiped the sweat on his wife's forehead.

"Lumayan," Atlanta replied with a smile.

"Sorry, yeah. There must be a lot of money that you have already spent to cancel those contracts."

"No, Mas. That's not how much."

Azam stroked the top of Atlanta's head and kissed her.

"I have to get off the island, Mas."

"Well?"

"There's one more contract that I haven't canceled and said I have to go there. They don't want Charlie or my manager to go there. They said they'd sue papa's company if I didn't want to meet them."

Azam. He didn't want to allow Atlanta. But all this happens because of it. What can I do besides allow Atlanta.

"When?" tanyakanya.

"Tomorrow."

Atlanta nodded.

"How about the day after? I have business on campus tomorrow."

"No, Mas. I didn't ask for your delivery. I went there with Karin who had been my manager for a long time."

"How many days?"

"Three .. maybe."

"Yes, it's gini. You go there first I will follow. There is someone I want to know you. It's not far from where you are."

"Who?"

"It's not a surprise that I'll tell you now."

"okay."

*****

The next day Azam and Atlanta went out of the house together with a different purpose. Azam went to Atlanta's temporary campus to the airport.

Hours passed. Azam is already jarring because he misses Atlanta. He wants to catch up with Atlanta right now.

Azam immediately went to the airport after his campus business was over. While Atlanta was busy playing with her phone and did not listen to her manager who had been advising her. They had successfully cancelled the pre-established contract with a large company in that place. Before canceling his contracts, Atlanta asked his father, who is now in Germany, for help in making the cancellation easier. And this area was the last place Atlanta visited.

"I'm talking about it, Anta."

Atlanta looked. "Yes. Why that?"

Karin as manager of Atlanta took a deep breath. The red-shielded woman eventually snatched Atlanta's phone from its owner. He was so upset that Atlanta was still such an unruly teenager.

"There will be a press meeting for clarification."

"Duh, it's really males."

"It's probably like that. You can't refuse."

"Seek the press to step down. Pliss for a minute. I am also here on vacation with my husband. After this, there will be no more schedules."

Karin rolled her eyes lazily. While confirming the location of her red glasses, Karin gave the phone she was holding to the owner.

Atlanta cheers cheerfully received her phone.

"How is your husband?"

"Wait in the hotel."

"When is the customer?"

"Later." The message went into his phone, making Atlanta smile happily. The message was from Azam who told him that Azam was in front of the hotel that Atlanta had told him about.

"Later mu-"

"Yes first, Karin. My husband came." Without waiting for Karin to answer, Atlanta immediately went to meet Azam.

*****

Arriving at the hotel, Atlanta circulated her gaze. He found no trace of Azam at all. Though Azam had sent him a message that he was waiting in this place.

"Oh yeah!!" atlanta shouted as he felt his ears being blown away by someone.

Looking back, Atlanta found Azam laughing out loud.

"It's so bad!" Atlanta hits the shoulder of Azam who is still laughing.

With the rest of his laughter Azam apologized to Atlanta. But it looks like Atlanta is really upset this time. He turned his body back to Azam.

"Don't sulk, Atlan," Azam said.

"You're missing!"

Azam then deliberately went silent. He thought Atlanta would collapse if he fell silent. Actuallyno. Atlanta stayed in place.

"Yes, I've come home again if you continue to sulk."

There's no answer.

"I'm home again, yeah."

Still no answer.

"Surely, nih."

An idea swirled in his brain, Azam left Atlanta for somewhere. Feeling that no more voices were heard, Atlanta turned her head and Azam had disappeared from his place. That made him even more upset.

"That's a damn recipe! The wife cringed instead of being persuaded instead-" Atlanta's speech came to a halt when she felt something clinging to the top of her head. On turning around, Azam was pairing Atlanta with a crown he made himself from the flowers he found around the hotel.

"Beautiful" Azam said as the crown had perched sweetly on the head of Atlanta. "Still angry, hm?" Azam's index finger touched Atlanta's chin.

Atlanta could no longer hold back her smile. He shook his head and hugged Azam tightly. Azam who got a sudden attack immediately laughed. A very opium laugh in Atlanta's ear. The reason is of course because Azam never laughed in front of others.

"Well in!" take Atlanta.

"Ready, angel."