AVARICIOUS
Chapters 18. Azzam in Labrak
🍃At home residence Azzam🍃
Azzam, who had promised to meet with clients for a wedding bouquet meeting, had to be delayed because an elderly man was standing next to his car. Sangar-faced man, checkered shirt on unbuttoned top shirt and do not forget the silver necklace coiled at the level of his neck.
Azzam moved both of his legs closer to the man, his lips softly rejecting a man who had been staring at him sharply. “Excuse me, can you come later noon.” Azzam said as if he knew the man wanted to meet him.
Without answering questions from Azzam, the man grabbed the neck of the Azzam shirt and grasped it very firmly, making their faces face to face. “It turns out you're the guy who always called my wife when she was sleeping.”
“Sorry, maybe you're wrong people.” Azzam said, his hands slowly lowered the hands of the man who was tightly grasping the neck of the Azzam shirt. “If it's me, then you'd better go glass first. Couldn't you give more satisfaction make...”.
Bam!!
One raw bogem stopped Azzam's speech.
Azzam wiped the blood that came out from the corner of his lips, the body and head that had been tilted now he stood back up. The corner of the lips that still looked bloodstains smiled in satisfaction. “I don't know what your wife's name and face are. Many sleeping women accompanied me, making me unable to memorize their faces.”
“Bre*ngsek.”
The man was about to lift the raw bogem back, quickly Azzam's right hand held the man's burly arm, and his left hand floated the raw bogem on the belly of the boxes.
Bam!!!
“That's the result if you interrupt my path. You don't know who I am, but I'll find out who your wife is and what she has. If he's like a diamond, then I'll keep the diamond until he loses the price. If she's just a gravel stone that's easy to get, then I'll throw her away, but I'll make sure she gets all the treatment like her husband treats me.” Say Azzam with a slightly pressing tone of voice. After saying this, Azzam got into the car, leaving the man alone in his yard.
Along the way to the meeting place as per client's request, Azzam continued to cluck in annoyance. He felt annoyed that he had just started the activity in shock with a man who claimed to be the husband of one of the women who accompanied him to sleep. Not only admitted, the man also gave Azzam a raw bogem that makes him still feel pain and soreness around his skin.
Azzam cars that continue to drive for 2 hours must be stopped at a cottage cafe on the beach. Before getting out of the car, Azzam cleaned up the scars he got with wet wipes that were always available in his car. Blood can indeed be cleaned, but scars cannot be covered and removed easily with just a wet tissue.
Azzam got out of the car with a bruised lip. Both feet of Azzam slowly walk on the sand of the beach.
What else Azzam will plan. The legacy of the tea plantation business and and a large enough land has been given by the late Deni to Azzam. Tea plantations are also on the rise, reaching a target of billions at each harvest. The flower business he made is also selling hard, ranging from small orders to orders that reap a turnover of millions of rupiah.
Basic Azzam man is less grateful, has a GREEDY nature ushering itself will continue to lack and want to have everything on this Earth, and all humans who are on this Earth.
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💫💫 4 hours later💫💫
Azzam spent 4 hours, from meeting to returning home. Clients who demand a lot of bouquets and decorations with original flowers make Azzam a little tired. The fatigue he experienced made him not care around his home residence. Both legs of Azzam continued to step, tired eyes made the view blurry.
“Azzam.” Call a beautiful woman from the right side of the porch.
Azzam turned his tired face to the right side. “Sorry, I no longer accept clients at night.” Azzam said politely. Azzam's right hand took the keys from his shirt pocket, and opened the door. Before entering the house Azzam told the woman to come back again tomorrow morning or afternoon, because tonight he was very tired. “Whatever hard you ask to give me a bouquet of flowers, I still won't make it. Go home.” Azzam told the woman again.
The woman ran small, she hugged Azzam from the side without shame. He rested his head on Azzam's burly arms, tears slowly drenching his cheeks. “Azzam, can I accompany you to sleep for the last time?”
“No. I don't want to deal with women who already have a life partner.” Azzam asserted, his left hand slowly released the woman's embrace. “You'd better go home! I don't want something bad like this morning to happen to me back.” Azzam told the married woman not to visit him again, because she did not want her handsome face to get a raw bogem again.
The woman stood with both feet, her hands clasped tightly onto Azzam's pants, her head looked up, tears clearly pouring out endlessly. “Im sorry my husband. Forgive him for making a wound on your face. The man who came this morning was my husband. I have said that I will part with him, but he never wanted to sign the divorce papers that I have given starting from 1 year ago. He is a useless husband, his work can only spend the inheritance from my parents only. Please allow me to sleep one night at your house, before I leave for Overseas.”
The corner of Azzam's lips rose after hearing the woman's words. Azzam did not expect that his meeting 3 months ago with the tyrant woman was very fruitful for him. Azzam also did not expect that the wife of the man was a successful woman who was famous in the city he lived in. Azzam also did not expect if it turns out this woman had long sued her husband. All the narration from the woman made Azzam remember his plans while on the beach.