The Model Vs Ustadz

08 - The truth

Early in the morning when Azam and Atlanta were cleaning the house, both were surprised by a large man knocking on the door of his house. Knowing that, Atlanta went straight into the room to hide. Not to forget, he also told Azam not to tell Atlanta whereabouts to the burly man.

Atlanta's face said that he wasn't lying. Azam quickly agreed. Azam opens the door and lies about Atlanta. Lucky the guy believed. He immediately turned back to his car leaving the boarding area.

"Is there anything you want to explain?" Azam asked a question that was actually more appropriate to be called a command.

Atlanta slowly walked out of the room and sat on the sofa while looking deeply down. He should tell Azam now. Because Azam was her husband. Although he has not fully acknowledged it.

"You know them?" ask Azam again. He stood in front of Atlanta with his waist.

"I... I know that guy. I also know the guy in the car."

Azam let out a long sigh and then massaged the base of his temple. "Continue?"

"The one with the big body is the bodyguard in my house. And two people in that car.... " Alanta seemed hesitant to say it. He even bit his lower lip to neutralize his heartbeat. "They .. my parents. That's my mom and dad."

"If they're your family, why don't you meet them? Why are you hiding and telling me to lie?"

Atlanta looked up at Azam's visibly annoyed face.

"You don't understand."

"I don't understand because you never said anything to me."

Atlanta is back. He must be really ready for this. "They came here to find me because.... " Alanta sighed. "Sorry, Zam."

Azam's forehead was confused. Why should Atlanta apologize?

"Sorry I lied to you. You can hate me, Zam. I deserve to be hated."

"True by the way! You mean what's that like?!" Azam's patience is over now.

"I lied to you. I lied to everyone. I'm not really lost. I accidentally run away from home because my parents want me to be the same as them. He's even more pantes I call grandpa. He's a grandfather who has a lot of women. I don't want to eat it." Atlanta was silent for a moment. "I ran away and accidentally found this place. I'm using you to hide from them because you're the only one who's not interested in me. I think I'll be easier to leave later. Because we don't like each other." Atlanta looked back at Azam's face.

Azam grunting. He was disappointed to hear this. But the sense that grew in his heart was already unable to be removed back. The taste is permanently stuck where it should be.

"It's not as easy as I thought. Sorry, Zam. Sorry me. Whatever you want to snap at me, slap me. I want you to be sorry. I'm just scared. But my fear is hurting a lot of people."

Azam did not say a word. He immediately went out of the house leaving Atlanta sobbing. Azam needed time to calm himself down.

Remember that photo from Atlanta? It was a photo of the gate of the boarding school that Atlanta now occupies. And you know what that means? It was a code for Atlanta to get ready soon because her mother was going to pick her up. Atlanta was in hiding when her parents arrived.

Atlanta is a broken home. He never received love from his parents. His mother and father always took care of their own interests. In fact they forced Atlanta to go to modeling school because of her enormous income.

Atlanta has never really been interested in going to school in such a place. But what power if parents ask. He had to give up his desire to become a designer.

...*****...

Azam opened the door slowly and closed it without making a sound. He saw Atlanta asleep on the floor in a curled up position and puffy eyes. He crouched down in front of his wife and revealed the hair covering his face. Azam felt guilty because he did not say anything when he left earlier.

Azam felt sorry to see Atlanta with such circumstances. His life is full of pressure and haunted by great fear. Azam held Atlanta and put her to bed in the room. As she was about to leave, Azam heard Atlanta calling her name. He abandoned his intentions and sat down next to Atlanta.

"What's wrong?" ask Azam.

Instead of answering Azam's question, Atlanta cried. He sat down and covered his face with both palms.

"Sst... " Azam pulled Atlanta into his arms while rubbing her shoulders to give her composure.

"Why are you good with me, Zam? Why do you still care about me? I am evil with you. I slandered you. I'm benefiting you. I-i-"

"Because I can't stop caring about you. I'm in love with you, Atlan."

Atlanta stopped sobbing and moved away from Azam's body.

"Pull those words, Zam. You can't love me!" shouting Atlanta.

Azam shook his head slowly. "Can't."

"No!" Now it's Atlanta's turn to shake. "You lied, Zam. You lied!!"

"Atlans... " Azam was about to hug Atlanta back. But his hand was immediately brushed off violently by the woman.

"Go, Zam. I don't want to see your face."

"Atlan, do I have to shout let you believe me?"

Atlanta turned her face. Her tears did not stop pouring. Her heart did start to acknowledge Azam as her husband but she did not expect Azam to feel the same way as her. He didn't want this to happen. Because it would make it harder for him to leave.

"I think your silence means yes. I LOVE YOU ATLANTA PRINCESS HALWANISA AND I PROMISE TO TAKE CARE OF YOU WITH ALL MY BODY. I PROMISE TO KEEP YOU COMPANY WHEN YOU ARE HAPPY OR DIFFICULT."

Atlanta looked. "Zam, pliss don't believe me."

"I LOVE YOU AND I PROMISE I WON'T LEAVE YOU NO MATTER WHAT."

"AZAM!!" Breath hunting. His chest did not stop going up and down. "I hate you, Zam. So stop love with me. You can't love me."

Azam smiled at Atlanta. He hugged Atlanta even though Atlanta remained in revolt. "I hate you too, Atlan. Really love."

...*****...

...Hate \= Really Love...

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