The Model Vs Ustadz

05 - Jealousy

Cup.

Azam kissed Atlanta's lips at a glance making Atlanta speechless frozen like a statue.

"I told you not to argue with me. Don't mistake me for doing more than this."

After saying that, Azam returned to running the bike. Atlanta held her lips that Azam had kissed.

'My lips are not holy, huaaa'

It took me half an hour to get to Azam's place of study. After this incident, Atlanta became more silent. Unlike before the blabbering was unclear.

In front of the small building, Kyai Sholeh looks at the streets as if waiting for someone. He did not greet the newly arrived Azam at all. Azam approached him followed by Atlanta behind him.

"Sir Kyai seems to be waiting for someone?" azam asked as he extended his hand.

Kyai Sholeh turned his head and welcomed Azam's hand. He smiled and his eyes returned to the streets.

"Yes. I was-uh that's him. Why so long, Nduk? Abi wait from earlier, loh.," Kyai Sholeh said to a woman in a light blue hijab in her college clothes.

"Sorry, Abi. Harum had a long chat with Ummi at home."

He's Fragrant. Fragrant Az-Zahra. Today he just came from Jakarta, where he studied. Harum has been studying in Jakarta for a year. Azam was also actually always offered to study with Harum in Jakarta. But Azam refused even though Kyai Sholeh promised to bear the cost of his college.

Before marrying Atlanta, Harum is what became Azam's heart. He always dreamed of becoming his daughter-in-law. Azam was often asked to replace Kyai Sholeh to fill his studies and the money he saved to apply for Harum. But his dream must now be removed because of the presence of a new person who is his responsibility, Atlanta. That woman should be his priority right now.

'Oh, this is called fragrant. Pretty even though I'm more beautiful.'

Atlanta looked at Azam and Fragrant alternately. He knew that the two people in front of him loved each other. Somehow there was a sense of dislike when Azam looked at Harum so deeply. He never got that look from Azam. Until one idea jails in his brain.

"Mas, my leg hurts," Atlanta said spoiledly as she wrestled Azam's hand, making him the center of attention.

Azam turned his head because Atlanta suddenly called him that. He was a bit embarrassed actually, but he was also annoyed that Atlanta suddenly behaved spoiled in front of Kyai Sholeh and Harum.

"Yes already. Mr. Kyai, Ning, I go first," said Azam.

When Azam started to step on his feet, Atlanta held him back. He looked at his wife with a stern look.

"I said my leg hurts, Mom."

"We need to find a place, Atlan. Don't embarrass me" whispered Azam.

"Lad," Atlanta's plea in a loud voice made Azam glare at her eyes.

"Not be spoiled! Go yourself!"

Atlanta was blinking her lips. "No. I'd like to be carried, Mas."

"Gendong, Mas. Poor thing."

Azam turned to the sound of Harum. I don't know why he felt so awkward all of a sudden. Azam finally forced to hold Atlanta, making him stay away from Kyai Sholeh and Harum.

After the departure of the couple, Harum's cheerful face now turned moody. He secretly likes Azam and his parents already know about it.

"Harum has heard the news, Bi. But Harum still does not believe that Mas Azam did it. He's a good man" said Harum.

Kyai Sholeh stroked her daughter's shoulders gently. "Already, Nduk. Forget Azam. Azam has found his soul mate now. Abi is sure Harum will find a better man than Azam."

...*****...

"Haha.... Very funny, anyway." Atlanta laughed while poking Azam's cheek with her index finger. "Udahan dong ngambeknya."

"What did you mean? You're embarrassing me, Atlanta."

Atlanta stopped her laughter. He swung both his legs. His gaze was straight ahead while imagining the fragrant face earlier. Her face was beautiful and it was definitely fragrant not a female like her. But he was very upset to see Azam looking at the woman.

Atlanta shook her head. 'Apaan, anyway,' inwardly.

"I don't like you doing that."

Atlanta glanced at Azam who was beside her.

"I'm ashamed."

Atlanta's laughter broke. "What, anyway? They were smiling just now. No taunting of you."

"Atlan-"

"He's the guy you're talking to, right? I think he likes you too. You don't want to make him hurt, do you, Zam? You keep her feelings in check."

"Atlan-"

"I'm really ruining your relationship with him. If you want to talk about it. Really, Zam. I'm a destroyer of your future, your relationships, your reputation. Everything was. But I'm not papa if you have to be poly-"

Atlanta smiled faintly. He was about to leave Azam. However, she suddenly turned her body and went back to the man who had become her husband.

Cup.

"Drawl. Because you just carried me." Atlanta leaves Azam after kissing her cheek.

...*****...

After college, Kyai Sholeh, Harum, Azam and Atlanta decided to have lunch together at a modest restaurant.

Atlanta continued to watch Azam and Harum who were looking at him while continuing to grumble inwardly. He just stirred his food without eating it

"Atlanta don't eat? From just now on just stirring," said Kyai Sholeh who turned out to pay attention to Atlanta.

Hearing Kyai Sholeh's words, Azam and Harum immediately turned their attention to Atlanta.

"I'll eat later, Mr. Kyai," replied the Atlanta origin.

Kyai Sholeh nodded her head and then retreated her chair. "I go first."

Now Azam, Harum and Atlanta are left. But it looks like Azam and Harum are ignoring Atlanta. Seeing that Atlanta's mood instantly shattered instantly. Her appetite was lost because of her husband's gaze on the woman he knew named Harum.

"How was your lecture, Ning?" ask Azam.

"Okay, Mas." replied Harum.

'Mas?' inner Atlanta. 'Oh my goodness, it's really nervous, it's people.'

"It is good if that is so" said Azam, who was called Harum.

Ekhem!

Atlanta thud. But it seemed that his dehumanization was not enough to attract the attention of the two people who were with him at this time. Atlanta snorted and left without saying goodbye.

Atlanta was sitting on a wooden chair in front of the shop not far from where the meal had been. He took the phone in his bag and opened his chatt app. A message caught his attention. The message was from his mother.

Mom

|Go home! Or your samperin mom.

Atlanta tried to regulate her breathing which suddenly felt tight. "Silence, Atlanta. Mama's just bluffing."

Atlanta turned her head as she felt someone sitting next to her.

"Atlanta?" The man greeted him first.

Atlanta frowned. How does this guy know his name?

"You're Atlanta, right?" ask the guy to make sure.

"I know you?" Instead of answering the man's question, Atlanta asked.

The man smiled. "No. But I know you." The man extended his hand. "Charlie."

Atlanta shook Charlie's hand.

"You should know me" Charlie said, turning his eyes away.

"meaning?"

Charlie showed Atlanta a photo album on his phone. "I'm your photographer."

"Charlie?" Atlanta tried to remember. But there's no Charlie in the shooting crew.

Charlie chuckled at Atlanta scratching her temple. "Not to bother again if you forget. You are so different now. BTW, when is shooting again? Your magazine rarely comes out anymore. Since you left two months ago."

Atlanta shrugged her shoulders. "No idea."

"Well?"

"Maybe later."

"Back home!"

...*****...

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