The Model Vs Ustadz

02 - Valid

"AZAM!!!"

Azam who was aware of the call immediately stood up.

"Astaghfirullah." Azam.

"What the fuck?" ask Kyai Sholeh.

Azam looked up at his already red face holding back the anger. "Pa-Pak Kyai, this is not what Mr. Kyai thinks," Azam said.

"You don't know what I'm thinking, Azam!"

Azam. Kyai Sholeh was right, he did not know what was in his mind. But how does he explain it? It was just an accident. Azam couldn't have done that. He could swear how... Ah, this is driving him crazy.

"So it was just an accident. I can't possibly do that."

"I'm disappointed, Azam."

Azam was still silent. Just this time he scolded Kyai Sholeh. He kept his head down, unwilling to look at Kyainya's face. He was also very ashamed of some of the students present in the room. But he really didn't do it.

"So, what are you two doing, Atlanta?" Kyai Sholeh ignores Azam by asking Atlanta.

'Good opportunity', inner Atlanta. He plans to take advantage of this opportunity.

Unexpectedly, Atlanta covered her face with both palms and cried.

"In-he comes in, Mr. Kyai. Though I had forbidden him from entering," Atlanta pointed at Azam making everyone look up at the person the woman pointed at.

"lik! I didn't do that! I could swear! Mr. Kyai please trust me, I just help him put the lights on." Azam. " Female medusa! Pull up your words! I never say what you say. Didn't you tell me to put the lights on? ANSWER ME!"

"Enough!" pekik Kyai Sholeh made Azam turn his head.

"Pak Kyai believes in me. I'm-"

"Enough, Azam. I am really disappointed in you!" Kyai Sholeh turned around and called one of his students. "Call the ruler let me be this woman's guardian!"

Atlanta smiled behind her palm. It's succeeding. Victory is on his side.

"Ta-but-"

"The man must dare to take responsibility."

...*****...

In the end, Azam and Atlanta who did not know each other officially became a married couple. Azam could not resist anymore because what he said was never heard. He resigned when the word came out of his mouth for someone like Atlanta whom he did not even know at all.

His dream to be his son-in-law must be buried deeply. For her, the marriage was only done once in a lifetime. There was no divorce on the night. Azam prayed that this marriage would bring blessings to her and her future. He also promised to change Atlanta's performance which he said was not worth seeing.

Both still live in pesantren because Kyai Sholeh is still kind enough to give them a minimalist home and Azam is allowed to make a living by teaching in pesantren and replacing them to fill lectures at every mosque.

Azam and Atlanta reached the house. It is not far from the dormitory. The impression of Atlanta when it first entered the house was small, ugly and narrow. He took off his shirt and threw it in any direction leaving his tanktop and hotpants. Seeing that Azam instantly took the Atlanta shirt and threw it in his face made Atlanta scream.

"Lo is nothing! It's not polite to know!" angry Atlanta pointed at his face.

Azam smiled obliquely. "No courtesy? You are more disrespectful! Throwing clothes recklessly is polite in your opinion, huh?!"

Atlanta shut her ears and hissed. "Duh! Don't have much to say! Who the hell are you anyway? No one" said Atlanta pressed his last sentence.

Hearing that the veins on his neck were sticking out. This indicates that he is angry. Slowly Azam stepped his feet closer to the woman whose status had become his wife.

"L-lo want to do something?" Atlanta reflexes stepped back as Azam got closer to him. His face looks a little different this time. It was different when Atlanta first looked at him.

Azam smiled obliquely. "I who? Who are you calling me? I am your husband if you forget!"

"I-iya know. Oh, no, no, no, no, no."

Azam did not listen to Atlanta's speech. He kept his body close to his wife's body until Atlanta's back hit the wall behind him.

Nah!

"Fear, huh?"

...*****...

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