The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Meeting with Viona

Early in the morning Stella was ready, her plan was to meet with Viona, they had made an appointment last night.

He was sent by Azam who was going to the branch office with Zaidan and Maryam.

“Be careful, let me know when you're done. I'll pick you up” Azam told Stella when she got off at a cafe.

“Iyaa” Stella replied while kissing the back of her husband's hand, “I enter first mas, assalamu’alaikum” Stella pampit leaving her husband and brothers-in-law.

“Wa’alaikumsalam warahmatullahi wabarakatuh” Answer the three brothers together.

Stella entered the private room there, reserved for VIPs. Because it is usually the cafe is also occupied by some workers to discuss or school children to do the task.

“Assalamu’alaikum” Gumam Stella while opening the door.

Inside there was Viona, her only friend in town.

Understandably, being someone who was arrogant all this time, did not make Stella have many friends. Just Viona, it was met on the incident that he thought was not so good.

No college friends, no High School friends let alone Junior High School friends like others. Every time there is a reunion, Stella is one that is not considered even though she has everything.

“Stella” Sapa Viona, the woman ran a little greet her friend, hugged Stella for a while and took her to the dinner table.

“You look very different from the last time we met” Viona said, she again could only look at Stella from top to bottom.

Seeing how Stella was wearing her clothes now, it remained fashionable despite covering all her aura.

“This is thanks to my husband” Stella said.

“You're married? With who? What was with you at the supermarket last night?” Viona asked, more surprised because suddenly Stella brought news that she was married.

Stella nodded, agreeing with Viona's statement, “Iya, he's my husband. His name is Azam. We met by accident, he helped me a lot. At first he helped me when it happened that night with Demian. Furthermore, it was he who saved me from the begal that took my parents' lives”

“And in return, you married her?” Viona asked, second-guessing what happened next.

Stella shook her head, smiling for a moment as she recalled how she had rejected Azam so much. Even loudly speaking impolitely, “Papa gave him a mandate to take care of me but, finally he even wanted to marry me to meet the mandate” he replied.

Stella told me a lot about her life after marriage. Also how Azam was able to be a good teacher for him.

“God willing, he is the right man papaku” choice Stella concluded her story.

“You're so lucky ya Stella. While me? Still entangled with Mami El until now, my debt as if not reduced at all, I felt so depressed there for a long time. Since you were not around, El's mom was always angry and sometimes gave us clients who were not good at all, treated us rudely or even paid us only half.

It feels so tiring to live like this, just want to die if it continues like this. But, I still think about the fate of my family if this is” Sahut Viona, emanated sadness on his face, even his tears have been welled up, ready to pour out at any time.

“Do you not want to find another job? Which is better?” Ask Stella.

“Of course I want to but, you know for yourself right? Mami El won't let us out of that pit of destruction, she will use various means and threats to keep us there”.

Stella nodded her head, agreeing with Viona's words. That character is owned by Mami El. Someone who used to think he was good, turned out to be a poisonous snake, ready to poison anyone who disturbed him.

“Emmm, if you want maybe you can come with us to my husband's place? I'll ask him first yes, I can't make my own decision, he has to give me permission” Sahut Stella.

Viona nodded, she smiled as well as cried. How can a high-class comfort woman like Stella, now turn into a graceful woman with soft and polite speech at all times.

“Stella, you must leave this city immediately. Last night, El's mom said she was like meeting you but, she wasn't sure because of your appearance that changed 180o from the previous” Viona said, reminding Stella of the dangers that might be in plain sight.

Stella nodded, holding Viona's hand to strengthen the woman, “later noon I plan to go home with my husband and sister-in-law. No need to worry about me too much. Take good care of yourself here.

Repent while God is still giving you breath. My husband always said, if we die later, all we bring is charity and deeds as long as we are in this world. All this fun is just a trick, Viona” he said, giving advice to the woman before going too far down to the abyss of hell that he had also wrestled with first.

“But, does a sinner like me still have a door to it?” Viona.

Stella chuckled, she was like looking at herself for quite some time ago. When he had just realized his mistake, when he felt so inappropriate and ashamed to face Allah SWT in his prayers.

“I'm just like you, Viona. I always cry every day, feel so humiliated when I meet Allah SWT in every worship I do.

But Allah SWT is the Forgiving. He never closes the door of forgiveness to His people who want to return to him. He will always embrace His repentant servant and admit his guilt” Stella said, giving an answer as Azam had said.

Viona cries, either because she realizes her mistake or just because Stella's words touch the deepest recesses of her feelings.

“I'll be next to you no matter what. It's not easy but, believe me, it's so calming, it feels like you're no longer a burden. Everything that happens is really flowing as it is, no longer thinking nephatively and always feeling satisfied with what we have” Stella stroked slowly Viona's back.

“Thanks, Stella. I'll probably get out of this neighborhood. I will try to find the best way out of all this. Thank you” Viona said with a sigh, shedding her tears in front of Stella.

Luckily it was a private room that was divided into several rooms, otherwise Stella would be considered to do something to Viona because the sound of sobs was really heartbreaking.

“I have to go back. My husband is waiting in front, apparently his business is done. Can you bring your own car?” Ask Stella.

Viona nodded, “I'll be here for a while to calm down. You come back, tell your husband if you wait too long because I'm” he said.

“Alright, take good care of yourself. Assalamu’alaikum” Pamit Stella, his voice when saying a little greetings.

Apparently not confident because earlier did not get the desired answer from Viona.