The Model Vs Ustadz
03 - New Life
“Fear, huh?”
Atlanta rubbed her forehead that Azam smelled with while pursing her lips in annoyance.
“Remember, Atlanta! I'm your husband, you have to obey all my orders whatever it is.”
Atlanta looked up at Azam's sinister face. “Gue don't want.”
Azam looked at his wife more sharply. “Oh, don't want?”
“L-lo want to do?” Atlanta's body grew increasingly frightened as Azam continued to bring his body closer. While Azam was satisfied to see the frightened face of Atlanta.
“I know you're scared. Ja-"
"No! I'm not afraid of you!"
"Not to be stupid about my words. From now on I don't want to hear you say lo-gue anymore. I also don't want you to throw clothes like that just now."
“Why do I have to nurutin lo? I don't like to be organized like that. We have also just met. So you have no right to do it like me." Atlanta sighed in annoyance and then pushed Azam's body away from her.
Azam turned away from Atlanta. Before opening the door Azam turned. “You don't know what a real marriage means. Why are you slandering me? I never even glanced at you one bit. Of the many men why should I?”
"That's why I chose Lo. I am the only one who is not interested in me. Just calm down. Once I'm done we can get divorced and we won't have any relationship anymore."
"Wedding can't be a toy, Atlanta. Marriage is not like a bond. You're too much of a play on the word qobiltu that I've been looking after for someone I admire."
"Could. Let's say we marry a contract. After my business is done, our contract is also completed and you can marry your chosen one. Make sure you won't fall in love with me because I'll never fall in love with you."
Brak!
Azam came out of the house and closed the door hard. Atlanta breathed slowly. He then spread his eyes around the whole house. There are only three rooms here. The living room he now occupies, a room, and a kitchen that blends with the bathroom. Again–again Atlanta exhaled. This time it was longer than usual.
“Kalo there is only one room I sleep in where dong? No way, right, if I'm in bed with Azam?”
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“Atlan .. Atlanta wake up!”
Atlanta opened her eyes and spread her eyes, and she fell asleep on the couch. He sat down because he saw Azam sitting across from him.
“Lo—“
“You.” Azam corrects the Atlanta weather.
Atlanta clucking. “Where to?”
“Nih, I know you laper.” Azam ignored Atlanta's question and put a black crackle on the table that his wife immediately grabbed.
“Lauk is the same doang?” tanya Atlanta looked at Azam expectantly. In the crackle there is a pack of rice complete with potluck side dishes. Azam came out on purpose to buy food for Atlanta.
Azam nodded. “There was a tempe oreg doang earlier. I'm looking for another shop, eating potluck. Don't be fussy!”
Atlanta clucked but still ate the rice and oreg tempe. On the sidelines of his meal, Atlanta glanced at Azam who just looked at him. Curiosity suddenly– approached him.
“You didn't eat?” tanyakanya.
Atlanta nodded and continued eating. Azam who noticed Atlanta eating voraciously clucked and then moved his body closer to Atlanta. His hands stretched out to clean the leftovers on his wife's lips.
“Ngak pantes you called the model if you eat just belepotan kayak gini.”
Atlanta speechless. He looked at Azam's face up close. Azam's handsome face, narrow eyes, sharp nose and perfectly sculpted jaw. He was actually lucky to get a husband like Azam but he threw that thought away. He did not deny that Azam was handsome even though his face was flat like a wall. Atlanta just doesn't want to drift away in a relationship that she thinks is just messing around with this.
“Udah praying isya not yet?” tanya Azam broke the Atlanta daydream.
Atlanta nodded in response.
“Udah I guessed. Beresin ate you! We pray together. I am ready for you,” said Azam while walking away from Atlanta. Before entering the room, Azam turned his head for a moment. “Oh, yes. Your clothes have been cleaned up. The clothes that are less material and small I have separated, I change also the same better. Which is not small and not lacking in materials. If you lose something just ask.”
Azam did have time to clean up before waking up Atlanta earlier.
Atlanta nodded. But the next split second Atlanta was dumbfounded. All of? Her cheeks suddenly blushed in embarrassment. If all his clothes have been cleaned Azam means Azam also cleaned up his valuables. Ah, how shameful it is.
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After ablution, Atlanta entered the room. He actually still feels embarrassed but everything has been done and can not be repeated. Atlanta noticed Azam who was holding two prayer mats, then shook his head.
‘Ngak. I can't like Azam,’ Inner Atlanta reminds herself.
Azam thrust his face at Atlanta which was immediately welcomed and used. Azam smiled seeing the face he bought was very fitting with Atlanta.
The two then prayed together and prayed. After praying, Azam reached out his hand to Atlanta, but Atlanta did not immediately welcome him. His forehead was even wrinkled from confusion.
Azam clucked and rolled his eyes lazy “Salam.”
Atlanta turned her lips to form the letter O and welcomed Azam's hand and placed it on her forehead. That made Azam cluck again.
“Cium.”
“Hah?” albania did not understand.
“Kalo greetings that his hands kissed instead of taped to the forehead,” Azam's advice.
"No way!"
"Kiss!" azam is more assertive.
Atlanta clucked but unruffled kissed the back of Azam's hand. Then Azam went out of the room.
“Where?” tanya Atlanta stopped Azam's steps.
“I know you can't sleep in bed with me, so you sleep in the room, let me sleep on the sofa.”
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