The Model Vs Ustadz

07 - Love?

Atlanta held his head that was still throbbing because it hit Azam's head earlier. She was surprised at her husband. Atlanta alone reached the bump while Azam was gone leaving him out of the house without saying goodbye.

While continuing to rub his head, Atlanta slid her foot on the sofa. Suddenly Azam's face appeared in his mind. His cold nature made him rarely speak. Once a day Azam did not say a single word and it astonished Atlanta. Azam's voice was expensive and only certain people could hear it. Bizarrely. Even without Atlanta knowing only when arguing with him Azam wanted to talk at length.

One thing Atlanta wanted was to see Azam's smile. Genuine smile. Every day his face is always flat and annoying. During her marriage to Azam, Atlanta never saw a different look from her husband's face. Always flat and annoying.

In this day, he had already gotten two kisses from Azam and it hit his lips. Although fleeting but still Atlanta still not willing.

Azam Raqnan Saifullah's. A cold and talkative husband. Azam and Atlanta got married because of something that happened. Atlanta took advantage of that for a reason. He knew Azam hated him, but lately somehow he always felt Azam cared about him.

"Assalamualaik."

Atlanta looked up because she heard Azam's voice coming from the door.

Nah!

"Ouch!" ringis Atlanta rubbed her forehead. Benjol just not healed yet now already got a flick from Azam. "sick."

"Biasain if anyone says a greeting it is answered not gawking."

"Waalaikum salam."

"That's true to be blessed."

Atlanta held her breath in annoyance. "Waalaikum hail Azam my husband is handsome" he said with a forced smile.

Azam put a black crackle on the table and looked at Atlanta. "Azam... what?" tanya Azam either pretended or really did not hear it.

Atlanta rolled her eyes lazily. "Azam handsome. Caught by goats."

Azam chuckled a little and it was able to make Atlanta hold her gaze from Azam. 'This Azam biarin's call is. Oh, my good-looking man is my husband, 'inner Atlanta. 'Eh, what the hell, anyway?!'

"I am handsome. But not a goat cage."

Atlanta turned her face. Azam sucks. What did he say just now? A handsome? Very confident in him. Although it is handsome. Not long after, Atlanta felt something warm stuck in her head that had been hit with Azam's head. He looked at Azam's face, which was sticking a plastic bag of warm rice on his head.

"Warm rice can heal benjol. That's why I went out to buy this. Food in the kitchen, right, not yet so," said Azam.

Atlanta remained glued to Azam's face. It felt like just this time he was staring at Azam's face with this close distance. If he is dreaming, he hopes not to wake up quickly. Uh, fret again.

"Sorry" Azam said. "I don't mean to make you. I'm sorry I never left to say the same to you."

Then silence. Atlanta couldn't believe what she had just heard.

"Atlans.... " Azam's voice breaks Atlanta's daydream. "You want to, don't you excuse me?"

Long enough Atlanta was silent but unconsciously she nodded. Azam smiled. His expensive smile now shows Atlanta, the woman he was forced to marry. As if it was contagious, Atlanta smiled.

"Still sick?" asked Azam while tidying up Atlanta's hair that covered her forehead.

Atlanta shakes. "Thank you."

"Together."

...*****...

"Zam, it's raining. Are you sure you want to go?" asked Atlanta to Azam who was preparing to go to school when it was raining outside.

The sound of the drizzle of rain outside flowed beautifully like a staircase. But the beautiful melodies made Atlanta even more worried.

"I brought a raincoat. Pity the pilgrims waiting for me. I, right, have to trust. You've grown my same attention."

Atlanta speechless. Yes yes too. Why does Atlanta care about Azam?

"Fear of losing me, hm?" Azam looked at Atlanta with a meaningful smile. While the one being stared at just fell silent without glancing at his interlocutor.

A lot happened after that better incident. Azam is not as cold as he used to be in Atlanta. He always asked permission from Atlanta before he left the house. Atlanta is the same, it changes a lot. Atlanta never threw a shirt around haphazardly again. He diligently helped Azam clean the house and prepare food.

"Diem's cigarette?"

Atlanta realized. He shook his head quickly.

"I'm not afraid of losing you. Where are you going? I think that goes a long way." Atlanta folded her hands in front of her chest and turned her face away.

"Cirtain."

"What chain?" ask Atlanta.

"No."

After putting on his raincoat, Azam thrust out his hand. Atlanta certainly understands now. She immediately welcomed Azam's hand and kissed the back of his hand. Azam brought Atlanta's head closer and kissed her forehead softly.

"I'm leaving" Azam said. "Assalamualaik."

"Wa-waalaikum greetings."

Atlanta stared at Azam's departure from the window that was wet with rain. I don't know why his feelings are so erratic now.

Ting!

Mom

//Mom send to photo//

|Don't mess with mom

...*****...

A cold night without the light of the moon and stars. Accompanied by gurgling rainwater, Atlanta painstakingly replaced the compress on Azam's forehead. After the lecture this afternoon, Azam immediately took a shower and collapsed on the sofa. Her body was shivering and her body temperature was high. Atlanta repeatedly forces Azam to switch beds but Azam always refuses.

"I want to go to the bathroom" Azam said weakly.

Atlanta nodded then helped Azam to the bathroom. After the Atlanta bathroom deliberately turned Azam's body into the room so that her husband could sleep comfortably on the mattress. Azam could not argue now. He said when Atlanta put him to bed.

"Where are you going?" tanya Azam saw Atlanta move.

"out. Let's get some rest."

Azam. "My company for a moment."

Atlanta was silent but then she nodded stiffly. The woman sat on the bed. His gaze was unceasingly staring at Azam who was starting to close his eyes. He rubbed the sweat on Azam's forehead slowly for fear of waking him up.

'Whoever your soul mate will be, he must be very lucky in you. Thanks, Zam. You changed me a lot. I don't realize now I'm getting used to your calling. I also do not know since when I became diligent prayer. All I know is that it's thanks to you. Thanks though. You're too good for this bad me. I'm selfish. I just think of myself without thinking of you who are tormented living with me, ' Inner Atlanta.

He moved his body closer to Azam. Atlanta kissed Azam on the forehead gently. I don't know. Maybe that feeling started to grow in his heart. Is not love present because of togetherness? But Atlanta is not sure if what she feels is love.

After peeking at Azam's forehead, Atlanta was about to move, but a voice stopped him.

"Not polite" Azam said, showing his flat face.

Atlanta rounded her eyes seeing Azam suddenly open his eyes. He immediately got out of bed. Honestly, she was ashamed to kiss Azam. If he could, he would move his face right now.

"Fresh zam!" Atlanta was trying to get Azam's cheque off his hands.

"Stole an opportunity in narrowness, hm?"

Atlanta remains in revolt. "Fresh zam!"

Azam smiled looking at Atlanta who was trying to get away from him. He then pulled Atlanta's body until Atlanta fell right on top of his body.

"Why rem?" tanya Azam saw Atlanta close her eyes. "Fearful?"

Cup.

"This is real" Azam said after kissing Atlanta's lips.

"Fresh zam!" Atlanta is still in conflict. "You're hot."

Azam ignored Atlanta. He hugged his wife tightly.

"Azam, loose! I'm heavy, you're sick."

"That means I'm healed-"

"Azam!"

Azam laughed a little. He turned around and dropped Atlanta right next to him. The two sleep facing each other now.

"Sleep here just me."

"Well?!"

"Temenin me," repeated Azam.

"Te-menin?" the Atlanta parrots are nodding by Azam.

"Ta-but-"

"Shhhh...."

Azam put his index finger on Atlanta's lips. He hugged Atlanta tightly.

'I don't know what happened to me, Atlan. I would have lost you if I hadn't hurt you today. I also do not know why I always feel happy if it is near you, Azam inner.

Atlanta's breathing began to settle down and Azam heard a subtle snoring that indicated Atlanta was asleep. Atlanta fell asleep very quickly.

Azam kissed Atlanta's forehead. "Hate and love are always side by side. Maybe now hate it's been completely removed. I wish we were together, Atlan. Forever."

...*****...

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