The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
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The next day, early in the morning Azam and Stella move into their new house. Followed by Maryam and Khalisa.

At that time, Azam allowed Khalisa to participate because his brother asked. Where it turns out that later will be held in the house in the afternoon.

“Can't stay directly? I just know things like this, I've seen but, maybe only done in rural areas” Stella told Azam while they were in the car.

Stella and Azam are in the same car, while Maryam and Khalisa are in different cars, so that makes Stella feel comfortable, not intimidated by the presence of Khalisa who thinks is so perfect.

“The bottom line is that the house is filled with blessing, and certainly that is how we give thanks for the blessings that Allah has given us, furthermore, so that the house is spared from the damned demonic disturbances so, the house will feel safe and comfortable.

And it is at least we do, both in urban and rural areas. Islam does not look at the territory of” Azam replied, he stroked the top of his wife's head slowly at the end of the sentence, giving her the softness and comfort that Stella never felt.

Despite being born into a family, Stella has absolutely no time with her parents even though it is just to play or chat together. The busyness of the two makes Stella grow into a child who according to him does not have affection.

Stella nodded in understanding, she refocused herself on the streets.

“Mas, can I ask?” Stella said after they were silent for quite a while.

Azam did not immediately reply, the man was still silent for a while. His heart beat quite fast, for the first time Stella called him ‘mas’, sounding so sweet and melodious in his ears.

“Mas?” Call Stella one more time, see her husband was silent for a while make her worry of course.

“Ah yes, of course can” Sahut Azam.

The man turned to his wife for a moment and refocused himself on the streets.

“Emm, later at home. It seems not suitable to talk about it here” Sahut Stella who successfully made Azam anxious and curious.

The man again can only stroke the top of Stella's head slowly, “Gemas once, next time do not make me curious hm” said.

Stella nodded, smiling in embarrassment.

They arrived, assisted by the driver who was in Maryam's car to clean up the items in Azam and Stella's car, and also the groceries owned by Maryam and Khalisa.

The plan is that Maryam and Khalisa will be the cooking corner for the guests' banquet later.

Deliberately did not order, because Maryam asked for it, he said he wanted to test his ability in cooking.

“Today we make simple ones just ya” said Maryam.

The woman brought out some cooking ingredients.

“I'll make risoles only, mbak. It looks pretty good as the menu opening” Sahut Khalisa.

Maryam nodded, “You are always reliable. I will also make side dishes just”.

“How about you, ma'am Stella? Can you cook something?” Khalisa on Stella.

Stella was silent for a moment, because she could not cook.

“Stella, help me out. Looks like I'll be a little troubled. Khalisa, just focus on your task” Sahut Maryam, the woman took Stella to the pantry, she brought some food ingredients such as carrots, broccoli, tempeh and potatoes.

“Today, I'll take care of the chicken, you can help me dice the potatoes, while the carrots are cut in a slant, the temple was cut thinly and the broccoli in small pieces” Maryam explained one by one, the woman also gave an example for her sister-in-law.

With doubt, Stella took it and followed Maryam's way. Graduating from one of the top universities abroad, clearly made it easy to understand what was explained to him.

“Good, carefully cut it, do not get exposed to your hands hm. I lived first” Sahut Maryam softly, then left Stella alone.

He looked at Maryam, amazed to see the woman. He patiently taught her. In the past, when he first met Maryam, Stella thought her husband's sister did not like him but, after knowing enough, she was so kind and gentle, like umi Fatimah.

Azam was busy rolling out mats in front, not much he would invite, only neighbors around, the important thing is there and simple.

“Mbak Stella, I accompany ya”

That's Khalisa's voice, he's bringing his ingredients along with him.

Stella smiled, she just nodded in response.

“Mbak Stella, if you may ask how can you meet with mas Azam? Until married again, listen because there is an incident huh?” Khalisa said, her tone sounded ordinary in Stella's ears but, to be honest, Stella is not the type of woman who likes to tell her personal life.

“On the message that his parents gave me, I asked him to marry me” Sahut Azam, the man poured water in a glass and took a sip.

“Means mas Azam married mbak Stella by force huh? Not because of the intention of the heart mas Azam?” Ask Khalisa again.

Azam would not answer, he just approached Stella, “What are you doing hm?” Ask.

“I asked Sister Maryam to help cut this” replied Stella.

“You want me to help?” Ask Azam again.

“What mas Azam and mbak Stella have ever done husband and wife?” Ask Khalisa again, impressed presumptuous according to Stella and Azam, including Maryam.

“Khalisa, you know very well that telling an intimate relationship is something illegal. Could you ask them that?” Maryam.

Honestly, the woman did not expect that a religious woman like Khalisa would say so.

Khalisa was silent.

“Even I am with you also on the basis of matchmaking, Khalisa. Abi and Umi both shared my relationship with Stella. At least I appreciate her as my wife. I let you come here because it was a request of sister Maryam, if you continue like this, I'm sorry you have to come home with the driver later” Sahut Azam.

Stella was silent, she did not dare to say anything.

“Here I am the victim but, why do I also continue to be blamed?” Khalisa said, the woman approached Stella, “forgive me, I was too blind and closed my eyes to reality. I'm sorry, I hope you can understand my attitude. It is only natural that I do not accept the failure of marriage that just counts the day”.

Stella nodded, “I can understand your feelings, don't cry, I'm fine” she said while stroking Khalisa's hand.

“Don't make it home, let him teach me about religion along with sister Maryam” Stella told Azam.

Whether there was anything to his heart, the woman felt calmer and more comfortable after blending in with the Azam family.

In fact, she used to be a temperamental girl and also likes to scream, do not like if there are people who say it especially to make mistakes with her.

But this time it was different. He felt like a better and warmer person. Even the words he said were no longer rude.

Can I adapt to this new life? Think Stella.