The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Help Stella

The next day, Azam woke up first. He looked at his wife with love. It felt so flowery when looking at Stella from this close distance.

It was still at 03:00 in the morning, before getting off his bed the man took the time to kiss the forehead of the wife who was still asleep.

She immediately took a mandatory bath and prepared warm water for Stella.

“Honey, let's get up. Already willing to enter the dawn time, take a shower hm” Azam wake his wife slowly.

“Eungh” Stella moaning*h, feeling her deep sleep disturbed, she opened her eyes.

Is beautiful. One word that was able to describe the scene before him right now. Azam with his radiant face, smiled as he woke himself up.

“There is nothing more beautiful to enjoy except staring at the face of the wife from this close distance” Sahut Azam, disperse the reverie of Stella.

“Mandi first, I have prepared warm water for you” Azam said.

“Loh, mas Azam already shower?” Stella asked, her eyes widened perfectly when she realized that her husband was neat in his cocoa suit.

“Sudah” Azam replied briefly, still not spewing that sweet smile from his face.

His eyes on Stella looked so shady and shady. Maybe that look will be opium for Stella until later and later.

“Mas, I'm sorry. I should have prepared this for you” Stella said, feeling guilty for feeling that she was not taking care of her husband.

Azam stroking black mane Stella, “Not what dear. You must be tired, right? After all this is just a simple thing hm” he said.

“Thanks, mas” Sahut Stella.

Azam nodded, “Ya already, immediately take a shower then pray dawn jama’ah. I waited for you”

Stella went to clean her body.

After the morning prayers together, now Stella will focus on improving her Juz 30 memorization assisted by Azam. Then prepare a suit for the husband and end up in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

But, it's Sunday. Yesterday, on Saturday Azam spent working and ended up spending a beautiful night with his wife. Today he just wants to spend time with his wife.

Stella and Azam had agreed, for breakfast does not need to be heavy. Usually only fried rice with half-cooked beef eggs, sometimes chicken porridge or green bean porridge, can also be omelets, sandwiches or if there is time Stella will cook something special, such as soto, pecel rice, or sweet sour shrimp. In essence, Stella skim breakfast for Azam with a variety of different menus every day, so that the man does not get tired of eating at home.

That is how every morning their little family is formed in harmony every day, not much drama and most importantly help and complement each other.

“What's the cook today, babe?” Azam asked his wife, she had just come down from the main room, her cocoa shirt had changed into a casual suit. Plain white t-shirt and cream colored short pants. He looks so handsome in Stella's eyes. Azam always wore semi-formal clothes. Sometimes using a long shirt or long shirt next only sarong as his subordinate, showing the charisma of his cottage child.

“Orak-arik cauliflower and meatballs, mas” Reply Stella.

The woman swiftly helped Azam prepare his breakfast, take some rice for example, “Seg this is enough?” stella asked, showing a barrel of rice that was already on the plate.

Azam nodded, “Cukup” replied.

The man ate his wife's cooking voraciously, not bad because his wife was always willing to learn new things so, the more days Stella's creativity in cooking, the more increased.

“Ah, wish I could always go home for lunch at home. Do you mind? Looks like I prefer your cooking than the food provided in the office” Sahut Azam after spending his breakfast up to the toilet, not a single rice left on his plate.

Stella was filled with Azam's words. Obviously the lunch provided at Azam company is not just any catering, Azam himself who chose the menu even takes into account the nutritional balance in it.

But, what this time? The man asked to eat only his own food? Stella's mind was pacing, there was one side of her that felt so happy.

“I'll be happy to make you lunch if you want. But, is not the lunch provided by the office quite delicious mas?” Stella answered with her question.

“Iya but, not as delicious as if the cuisine was made with love” Azam replied.

“Then, from tomorrow I will go home for lunch and back to work” Azam continued.

“I'll send it for you mas. Sometimes, busyness makes you not even able to enjoy lunch. I also always have time to go to the office if you allow it” Stella said softly.

There is no longer a proud Stella, the woman is now a Muslim man's dream. Although the past is dark, the woman managed to prove to the world, that it is not a barrier for someone to change, Istiqamah to become a better person again.

“Can only be escorted with a family driver in the boarding house. I won't let you go to the office alone” Azam said.

Yes it is, Stella where might ask the family driver at the cottage to come just to send her to Azam's office?

“Emm mas? That would trouble him. What if I use public transport? Taxi or taxi for example?” Stella replied, negotiating with her husband.

“By the origin of the driver is female. I wouldn't allow it if it was a man. I love you too much” Azam said, starting to show his protective attitude to his wife.

Stella was just silent with a smile, “It turns out this feels so protected and loved” muttered slowly.

“Yes already, I want to clear this up first. We continue later on that thing” Stella said, she stood up to clean the dishes and took them to the dishwasher.

Azam swiftly helped his wife, even to the point of helping Stella sweep and clean the house.

At exactly 08:30, the homework is done. Faster than when Stella was working on it alone.

“Mas, why not just rest hm?” Ask Stella. They were in the living room, sitting relaxed while watching the television that was airing a favorite cartoon series of children.

“This I've rested, with my wife” Azam replied casually.

The man calmly slept on his wife's lap while playing the end of the string Stella wore, just like a child.

“I mean when I cleaned the house earlier, why not just relax hm? It has become my duty as a housewife, mas” Sahut Stella.

Hearing that, Azam immediately sat down and looked at Stella warmly.

“In addition to being in charge of supporting you, I also have a dual role to help you in home affairs. It is recommended in Islam dear, maybe it is also one of the ways I love you.

There was a long time ago, from the hadith of Ashwad who asked Siti Aisyah about the habits of the Prophet of SAW if he was with his family. He asked, ‘What did the Prophet SAW do while being with his family?’ at that time Aisyah replied, ‘beliau used to help work at home. If the prayer time has arrived, he stands up and immediately departs salat’.

The point is so dear, the husband who helps his wife's work is a noble character, one example imitates the Prophet SAW”

As usual, Azam explained it to his wife in a language that was easy to understand, as well as with his example.

“So, no need to feel ‘oh this is my duty fully’ because I will definitely help you if indeed I can do it but, also should not underestimate your main duties as a wife” Azam said.

Stella nodded in understanding.

Azam viciously approached his wife, until she was cornered on the couch.

“As serving your husband. It also should not be rejected if you are not hindering” Sahut Azam with his deep voice.

“M-Maaass” Mumbled Stella, she knows where Azam's talking is going.

The man raised his eyebrows, teasing Stella with a deathly smile as well as his intense gaze.

“What's the matter dear?” Azam replied, his voice raspy, holding back his rising gair*h.

“It's still early in the morning Stella said, reminding her husband.

“Sorry dear but, I can't wait until later tonight” Sahut Azam then menci*m sweet lips of his wife.