The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Stella's Story

The next night Azam gets a call from Zaidan, saying that Azam tomorrow has a schedule in the city.

“I'll be going to your hometown tomorrow, want to come?” Azam asked Stella.

Stella vigorously nodded, “Mau so bad. I really want to go for a walk like” he replied.

Azam smiled angrily, shuffling his wife's hair until it was a little messy, “Maaas” protests Stella because her hair is no longer neat.

Azam chuckled softly, “Then prepare the items you want to bring first, I will inform Brother Maryam for a moment, saying you tomorrow are not to his contract” he said.

Stella nodded, she immediately prepared one suitcase for him and for Azam. No need to carry a lot of things, just a little is enough.

Not long after, Azam abandoned his wife.

“Sayang” Call Azam while hugging Stella from behind.

“What's up?” Stella Sahut.

“Emmm, can Sister Maryam come? Said he wanted to come there” Azam replied, right in Stella's ear.

While continuing to fold her clothes, Stella replied, “of course you can, wouldn't it be nice if the three of you could get together, sit down, and have dinner together?” saith.

Azam nodded, he kissed the wife's cheek, “Thank you” he said.

“Let's be there, ask Zaidan to stay at my house with us” Stella said.

Azam nodded in understanding.

The next day, early in the morning, Azam, Stella and Maryam set out among the guards at Azam's house.

Arriving at the airport, they were immediately greeted by Zaidan, the man ran to kiss his eldest brother's hand, “I miss very much with sister Maryam” he said.

“Long, if you really miss me, at least go home if it's free time” Sahut Maryam, with a small ribbon on the head of her youngest sister.

“Yes already, this is us to Stella's house right?” Zaidan Sahut.

Azam nodded.

“You look very different to the last time we met in this city, kak” Zaidan told Stella.

The man remembered how they had met and his brother had married a woman whom Zaidan said was inappropriate.

Plaques

Azam slapped a small arm over his sister, “Jaga mau” he said.

Zaidan let out a slanted smile, “Have started loving him hum?” sahut Zaidan, taunting his brother.

“If you make a sound again, I will drop you on Jalan” said Azam who was in control of the car at that time.

They finally arrived at the Stella residence, entering the mansion which was only inhabited by domestic assistants and security guards every day.

“It's a shame if a house this big should be abandoned, Stella” Sahut Maryam.

Stella smiled slightly, “Do I not have to follow where my husband goes, sister?” saith.

Maryam nodded, “You're right” he said.

They spent the afternoon having a little chat in the living room before finally going to their respective rooms.

Stella takes her husband to her room, showing him a picture of Stella as a model in an open dress.

“Astgahfirullah” Azam said, reflexively turning her body.

Stella looks at her husband with a sad look, she forgets to tell her aunt to throw away her past photos.

“Maas, we move to guest room only yes. I forgot not to throw away these photos” Stella said.

Azam shook his head, “We settled together yes, I was just a reflex” he said then brought Stella back into the room.

“Actually what kind of model were you in, baby?” Ask Azam.

Stella lowered her head, “Maas, this is as bad as my past. I even became a comfort woman, of course I wrestle the world model one server with it” she said full of regret.

“Where?” Ask Azam again.

“In this city and circulated abroad” replied Stella honestly.

Instead of rest, they were busy cleaning Stella's room. Move the old photos of the woman, along with the sexy clothes that Stella has.

“If you want to keep it can be but, just use it in front of me and in our room, not anywhere else” Sahut Azam.

Stella picked up some clothes she thought she wouldn't wear in the future. The woman sorted out more to be thrown away than was stored.

“Then, when I was in Asutralia I had a lover. He gave me a lot of love and affection, until two years later, I broke up with him. The hurt made me go in and out of the nightclub to entertain myself.

And when I got to Indonesia, I met a woman named Viona. To be honest he is good, it's just that the demands of his family make him have to undergo a sad job.

I told her a lot of sadness and I finally met the manager of the club that night, we used to call her Mami El, she was like a mama to me, so understanding of my situation. Therefore, when I was offered a job, I just nodded. I don't want to be forced by papa and mama to work in the company, also so that I don't go home and get forced to marry by them”

Stella recounts how she became a prostitute*r, a life she thought was saddening to end more miserably in the abyss of hell.

“I'm sorry, maas” Stella said, she sobbed her head down.

Azam breathed heavily. It would be a lie if he said he wasn't jealous of the story.

“Honey, it's okay. I don't blame you for what happened to you. Don't apologize to me, apologize to your mom and dad. They don't love you, they just want you to have a good life. Maybe in a way that is not right but, believe me they must be so love you” Azam hugged his wife, holding the woman at the warmth of the deck.

Stella nodded, “Thank you” he said.

After cleaning the room, Stella and Azam went down in all black clothes.

“Where are you?” Zaidan asked, apparently he was working on a thesis in the living room.

“Ke grave parents sister-in-law” Sahut Azam.

Zaidan nodded and continued his work.

After a journey of approximately 7 minutes by car, they have arrived at the cemetery area.

Azam first led the prayer, along with his accompanying wife. After that, Stella stared at the gravestones of her parents.

“Assalamu’alaikum papa, mama” Sapa Stella slowly, she stroked her father's headstone slowly and then changed to the mother's headstone.

“How are you? How's there? What fun? I hope you guys are not punished for the mistakes I made here, I hope you guys are in the best place there” Stella said, her voice sounding raucous, her defense almost falling.

Azam as a husband can only stroke his wife's back, soothing through the small touch he gives.

“Stella is married, to the man you chose. He is handsome, generous and a sure believer. Stella finds happiness from the little things with her, from her simplicity to her tenderness to Stella.

As God willingly kind husband to Stella, he taught Stella many things about faith. She is also so patient in dealing with Stella's possibly childish behavior.

His name is Azam, do you know? It turns out that he is the son of a big kyai who owns a boarding school. It's a long way from my life, isn't it? But, he is a great man full of responsibility, he accepts Stella with all the flaws that Stella has”

Stella said that while crying, she could not bear all the pain and happiness she felt at this time. The pain of not being able to hug his parents anymore, where his parents could not see his present happiness. Also a sense of happiness due to the unwillingness of his marriage with Azam.

At that time, Azam unconsciously also slightly shed his tears. Heard how the wife greeted her parents, boasting of her as husband in front of her parents' grave. All of that sounds so sincere.

In Azam's heart, the man promised Stella's parents, ‘Azam will keep Stella until death separates us sir, ma'am. Inshaallah Azam will lead Stella to the path that Allah Ridhoi SWT. Please bless us’. So he thought while continuing to embrace and stroke his wife's back.

“Stella goes with the husband, may not be able to come here often but, Stella promises Stella will be here if Azam mas there is time.

Mom and Dad are fine there. Stella, love you. May you be placed in the paradise of Allah SWT. Stella pamit's. Assalamu’alaikum”

The last sentence was covered with Stella's increasingly broken cries, she cried in Azam's arms, sobbing until it felt so tight.

Patiently, Azam took his wife to the car, gave her a drink and drove back home.