The Model Vs Ustadz

06 - Baikan

"Back home!"

Someone suddenly pulled Atlanta away without a chance to say goodbye to Charlie.

"Deliver!" Atlanta jerked her hand out of Azam's check.

Azam turned around and looked at Atlanta sharply. "Who?" ask Azam ketus.

When Azam realized Atlanta was not next to him, he immediately looked for her and found Atlanta talking to a man. Seeing him made Azam's anger peak.

"It's none of your business" Atlanta replied indifferently.

"I asked who?!" ask Azam more firmly.

"The money's the same as you?" Atlanta turned her face. He was still upset because he was ignored earlier.

"Atlanta! Don't make me angry!"

"It's angry. You are always maksha, Zam. You realize, don't you? You never ask me if I like it or not. We don't love each other, we don't even know each other. We deserve our privacy!"

"I know what's best for you. You started all this anyway. You slandered me until I had to marry you. You start, Atlanta!"

"Okay, I was wrong. I was all wrong! What else?"

"You are the one who made it into my life. You have to bear the consequences."

Atlanta looked at Azam sharply. "Why are you, Zam? You're alone and look alike fragrant I'm not papa. Why do you have to be so angry seeing me and other people that even I just met him?" Atlanta was silent for a moment to catch her breath. "Enough, Zam. You know nothing about my life."

"How would I know about you if you never said anything to me."

Atlanta looked down at the ground. Azam is right. He never told me anything. How could he tell that during these two months alone he and Azam had never had a long conversation except to fight. He's pissed. Very upset because he thinks Azam is very unfair.

...*****...

After finishing his studies, Azam and Atlanta immediately went home. Arriving home, Atlanta throws her clothes haphazardly leaving the tanktops and hotpants as usual.

Azam clucked and picked up Atlanta's shirt on the floor.

"I told you so, didn't I throw a shirt around?" ask Azam. Nope. It's not a question but an order.

"Bodo very!!!" While entering the room, Atlanta covered her ears with both hands.

"Atlanta!"

Brak!

Atlanta shut the door hard. Azam. He saw the clock on his watch. At three o'clock in the afternoon. Soon the ashar prayer. He went to the bathroom to clean himself and knocked on the door. There is no answer from within. Azam knocked hard on the door for Atlanta to open it quickly. But the door was not open.

Azam tried to turn the doorknob and the door opened. He entered the room with slow steps. His eyes then saw Atlanta asleep in a comfortable position. Azam smiled. Atlanta fell asleep very quickly.

"Atlan-" Azam stopped his speech. It was heartless to wake up Atlanta who had just fallen asleep. It seems the woman is exhausted.

Azam decided to change his clothes first. But when he just finished unbuttoning his last, his attention was distracted by Atlanta who was suddenly delirious.

"No! I don't want to! Go!" His hand squeezes the sprai and his foot kicks the mattress. It was like he was holding something back.

Azam sat down beside Atlanta and patted her cheek softly. Azam knows, Atlanta is having a nightmare right now.

"Atlan, wake!"

Succeeds. Atlanta opened her eyes and regulated her breathing. But he realized something strange. Atlanta rounded her eyes when she saw Azam who was bare-chested. He shouted loudly and his hands he crossed in front of his chest made Azam frown.

"Why-you?" ask Atlanta.

"Wake you up, right?"

"No! You lied! Aye, right? My name!"

Azam frowned. "meaning?"

"Don't be your innocent ass! The proof is that your shirt buttons are all removed! Surely you want to take the opportunity in a narrow. Aye, right?"

"Huh?"

"You must be willing-"

Cup.

Azam quickly kissed Atlanta's lips at a glance making the master speechless like a statue. Azam then stood up and opened the closet.

"I want to change clothes. We are legitimate, after all. Papa doesn't look at each other. It is not that our sins are rewarded."

'Second kiss me' Inner Atlanta. 'No, not really people. What say? A nutmeg? Your eye! Ahh! Not holy anymore, my eyes'

"Atlanta. Wake up, a little ashar." Azam dashed the Atlanta reverie.

"Yes, yes, it's waking up."

After the Ashar prayer, Azam turned to look at Atlanta who was also staring at him.

"Make?" ask Atlanta.

"So afternoon."

"Oh, okay. I've lost it." Atlanta smile. Smiling because he felt like he had won this time.

"Aren't you going to apologize to me?"

Atlanta frowned confused. "No. I'm not wrong."

Azam rolled his eyes lazily. "You are angry with me too. That's a sin, Atlanta. A wife can't yell at her husband."

"Who? You're the one who started. I won't be angry if you don't lure me."

It seems Azam was wrong to wish on women like Atlanta.

"After marriage, the woman's paradise is with her husband. If you're still arguing with me, I don't want to take you to heaven."

Atlanta shook her head. "Not necessarily you go to heaven, Zam. Come on, look at it."

Azam sighed in resignation. He doesn't always win at Atlanta.

After cleaning his prayer equipment, Azam went outside the house without saying goodbye as usual. Atlanta sat on the couch and did nothing. He never cared where Azam went.

After a few minutes, Atlanta was bored. He went into the kitchen and looked for something, hoping he would find food for a snack. There was nothing in the kitchen. He pursed his lips. He wanted to go out but he was afraid someone might find him.

"Assalamualaik."

Atlanta turned her body quickly towards the living room. He sees Azam carrying a black crackle that Atlanta believes is food.

"Borrow." Atlanta immediately snatched the black crackle in Azam's hand and peeked at what was inside.

It turned out that there was a piece of tempeh, vegetables, and other cooking ingredients.

"What's this doing?" tanya Atlanta looked up at Azam.

"Eat," Azam replied.

"Resistant?"

"Yes." Yeah."

"Zam, seriously."

Azam. "I am a thousand rius. Balikin' it." Azam took the crackle from Atlanta and stepped into the kitchen. Atlanta was behind him.

"What are you doing, Zam?"

Azam stopped his steps to make Atlanta also do the same. Azam then turned and looked at his wife with a flat face.

"Why do you think people bring groceries into the kitchen, what do you think?"

Atlanta shrugged her shoulders. "Where do I know?"

Azam rolled his eyes lazily. He chose not to go to Atlanta. Azam turned around and continued his halted steps. He took out the material and Atlanta kept watching him while leaning against the door.

"Well, is he standing there?" ask Azam.

"Sorry."

Azam. "That's it, right, a living thing."

"Continue?"

Azam did not answer. He knew arguing with Atlanta wasn't going to finish his job.

"Peel while working better than diem alone. Waste of time."

"Say dong if you need help. Use all codes. Good thing you understand."

Atlanta approached Azam and took a plastic carrot. But when Atlanta lifted him up, all his carrots fell to the floor because the plastic was torn.

Atlanta clucked and picked up the carrots one by one. Azam who saw it was intent on helping Atlanta. But when Azam looked down, Atlanta who had finished picking up the carrot stood up.

Duk!

"Aww!"

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