The Model Vs Ustadz

09 - Truth (2)

"Atlan, no. Don't go." cried Azam.

Atlanta shakes. "Cannot. I have to go."

"But I don't want to separate from you" said Azam.

Atlanta stays on its feet. She in her white dress began to walk away from Azam. Azam was not silent. He ran as hard as he could chasing Atlanta. But strangely enough, Atlanta who walked was not overtaken by Azam who ran with all his strength. Her tears flowed without her noticing. Azam rested on his knees shouting to call his wife's name.

"ATLANTA!!!" shouts Azam.

"Azam! Zam, up!" Atlanta patted Azam's cheek.

Azam opened his eyes. He sat down with breath. Seeing Atlanta beside him, Azam's reflexes hugged her tightly.

"I dream of you leaving, Atlan," said Azam.

"It was just a dream, Zam. The proof is that I'm here" Atlanta replied as she untangled her embrace. He rubbed Azam's cheeks that had been soaked by tears.

"Don't go, okay? I don't want to split with you."

Atlanta was silent. Azam's treatment made it even harder to leave him. Plus the strange feeling in his heart. Atlanta thought it would be easier to leave if they didn't like each other. But it's actually wrong. Doesn't love come because of togetherness?

"Why are you being treated?" ask Azam.

"Because I can't promise."

"You mean the dream is a sign?"

"Not that, Zam. There is no meeting without farewell. If I promise I'm afraid God wants the opposite. I'm sure you also know that nothing in this world is eternal."

"Who said?"

"I'm the. I'm the one who talked."

"God is eternal if you forget."

Azam's words made him speechless. Acid always draws itself closer to the Almighty. Azam never forgot to ask him to pray. He remembered Azam's lecture at the mosque the other day that every unmarried woman had her responsibilities fully in his father's hands. But if the woman is married then it is the suaminyah who replaces the role of her father.

Atlanta remembers as she was sweeping the yard eating only the tanktops and hotpants as usual, Azam immediately carried her into the house and gave her a long lecture until Atlanta's head got dizzy hearing it.

"There's another one that's eternal."

Atlanta was still silent waiting for Azam to speak again.

"Love me to you" whispered Azam right next to Atlanta's ear.

...*****...

Atlanta repeatedly glanced at Azam who was asleep on the mattress while he sat on the edge and left his closet wide open. He has to go. He did not want Azam in danger. Yesterday his mother sent him back a message that he knew Atlanta was hiding in a boarding school. Then his mother threatened to destroy the place if Atlanta did not come home soon.

Atlanta knew her mother's words were not a mere bluff. Her mother never messed with her words. He was afraid of not being able to see Azam's face again. Atlanta doesn't deny that she loves Azam. The cold and annoying. But his attention and annoying words always flattered Atlanta.

Ting!

A message went into his phone. Atlanta picked up the flat object and saw who had just sent it a message.

08XX XXXX XXXX

|If you're ready, papa pick you up.

This unknown number had already sent him messages frequently after the arrival of Atlanta's parents. The man calls himself papa. Atlanta doesn't know who that guy is either. But the man promised to solve all his problems with his mom and dad.

08XX XXXX XXXX

|Let's explain everything after we meet.

|See you's.

...*****...

A night without stars and moonlight. A simple house in the pesantren complex was shrouded in a gripping silence. A man looked at his woman with a sharp look in the living room. While the one being stared at just looked down deeply.

"Is there something you're clear about?" As usual Azam asked with a tone of command. "You mean to leave without my knowledge? Yeah, Atlanta?"

"ANSWER!!" Seeing Atlanta who just looked down and sobbed Azam raised the volume of his voice made Atlanta jerk.

Azam massaged his temple. Atlanta's honesty had shaken her heart enough. Now reality is approaching him. He began to believe that the world was full of tricks.

"Dark...."

Atlanta grabbed Azam's hand. But unexpectedly, Azam brushed off his rough hands. While Atlanta was cleaning up, Azam woke up and saw Atlanta put her shirt in a suitcase. Not only that, Azam also saw the Atlanta chatt room with the person who called himself the papa.

"Zam-"

"Surge!" said Azam coldly. He didn't even look at Atlanta one bit.

"I'm sorry to say it, Zam."

"I said move!"

Atlanta shook her head and continued to stretch her hands.

"I said it first. You won't understand" Atlanta's speech stopped when she felt her head suddenly pulsating. He held his head. His vision began to blur. The world began to roll in his eyes.

Azam remained in his stance. He really wanted to hug Atlanta right now. But his ego refused to do that.

"Azam..."

Azam decided to get rid of his ego. Atlanta's body nearly kissed the floor if Azam didn't hold it. He held Atlanta's body and put her to bed. Atlanta didn't really faint. He just felt suddenly dizzy and limp.

"Buck...."

Azam sharpened his hearing. Does Atlanta really call him that? The name that Azam had been waiting for.

"I should have called that, right, to you, Mas? I also know you want that a long time ago."

Then silence. Only the sound of the clock ticking continued to move without wanting to stop.

"Atlan's." Azam finally opened his voice after a long silence.

Atlanta smile. He loved it when Azam called him that because only Azam called him Atlan.

"Don't go" said Azam.

"Mas." Atlanta forced herself to sit down. "I told you, didn't I, if there wasn't a meeting without a farewell?"

"But..." Azam glanced at Atlanta. "I don't want to split with you."

Atlanta looked at Azam's bead. Find lies there. Niente. Not a single speck of lies emanated from Azam's eyes.

"We were met by God accidentally and because of that incident you and I became us with a legitimate bond. But our word will not always be us. Togetherness is also accompanied by separation. You know that, right? I don't want you in danger."

Azam's forehead was confused. "In danger?"

"You want when someone with a big body looks for me?"

Azam nodded without making a sound.

"I told you it was mom and dad's bodyguard." Atlanta was silent for a moment. "And you know? Actually it's not my real father. The guy who called papa in the chatt was my real dad."

Azam listened without any intention of cutting it off.

"Said mama cheated and cheated on him was his own personal driver who is now my father. Papa is rarely at home and his confidant is only the driver's father who sat it is still a private driver mama. Maybe it's because they're often with the two of them so that the relationship behind papa." Atlanta was silent for a moment. "After knowing mama cheated, papa and mama immediately divorced and papa returned to his home country, Germany."

Azam was not surprised to learn Atlanta had western blood because he had expected it from the beginning.

Atlanta's eyes glazed over, visibly holding back her cries.

"Mama ngancem me. I'm afraid you're okay. Then papa promised me that he would solve my problem."

Azam cupped his cheeks and pointed Atlanta's face at his.

"Hey, I'm your husband. Your problem is my problem too. You belong to me no matter what. Whatever you have means mine too. You don't worry. I'm always on your side. Don'tgo.... I love you, Atlan. I love you no matter what happens. It doesn't matter what we're put together. I still love you, Atlan." Azam rubbed the tears of Atlanta running down his cheek with his thumb.

Atlanta put Azam's hand on her cheek and hugged her tightly. Inhaling the scent of Azam's body that he will always miss.

"I love you too, Mom... Azam."

Azam tightened his embrace. He had long been waiting for that word to come out of Atlanta's mouth. Then he remembered something. Azam broke his embrace and stood up to open the closet drawer. He held out a small box covered in red cloth. Azam opened the box and saw a gold ring stuck there. The unadorned ring was able to surprise Atlanta. He never thought Azam would give him that.

Azam took Atlanta's right hand and put the ring on his ring finger. "My debt is paid off now. Pas," he said, then kissed the back of Atlanta's hand.

Atlanta smiled with tears that did not stop flowing from earlier.

...*****...

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