The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Thanks to Stella

Forgetting Erlangga, Azam immediately contacted the man.

“Assalamu’alaikum, sir Erlangga” Sapa Azam.

“Where are you? I've been waiting for you more in the lobby but, suddenly there was a phone call from my people, so sorry I have to leave you, next time we can set the schedule again” Sahut Erlangga from across there.

There was a sense of relief in Azam's heart upon hearing that Erlangga wasn't waiting for him for too long.

“I'm sorry, sir. There was something urgent earlier and I did not have time to tell you” said Azam, blurting out his guilt.

“Ah, it's okay. Yasudah, continue your busy life and rest, good night” Pamit Erlangga.

Tut

“Wassalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh” Gumam Azam, although their call was interrupted a few seconds ago.

Azam went back to his room to his room. The woman's shadow kept spinning in her brain.

“Astaghfirullahal’azim”.

The man eventually took ablution and carried out his duties as a Muslim.

“Yes Allah, Yes Rab. Surely you are the forgiving, and the servant is the sinful one with all the loss, only the ordinary man has the lust, the one who begs your forgiveness, spare the servant from all the temptations of the damned devil”

As soon as do’a ejected from Azam, he felt so despicable. Although it was an accidental but, Azam felt so sinful because he had looked at something that he saw illegal.

Azam washed his face for a while then, choosing to sleep alone.

...***...

A few days passed, everything went on normally. Azam had thought that the case the other day would be traced to the legal shutter and he would be a witness but, in fact, he lived his life very calmly. Apparently the woman and also the man chose the path of peace, or they are a couple who are already used to doing such things?

Zaidan arrived at the hotel at exactly five in the morning, he kept knocking on the door of the hotel room in front of him, occasionally pressing the bell that was near the door.

“Ck, actually where is this sister” Gumam Zaidan.

Half an hour waiting, the door finally opened for Zaidan. Featuring her neat brother in his suit, typical of young CEOs.

While Zaidan looked at his brother a little annoyed, “At least open me the door” Mumbled.

“I'm sorry, then let's have breakfast first” Sahut Azam, immediately invite his sister to go to breakfast that has been provided by the hotel buffet on the lower floor.

Zaidan is a final-level student at one of the city's medical colleges. Starting to get busy with the script, the man also doubles up as the secretary of the brother to just increase income.

“After graduation, where do you plan to go?” Azam asked after finishing his meal.

“According to the study I took, I will be working in one of the hospitals, I have started sending CVs to several hospitals to become interns there while continuing S2” education, said Zaidan.

Azam nodded, “Don't want to help in the cottage alone?” Ask Azam.

“I will visit the cottage occasionally, as usual. There's Maryam's sister there” Sahut Zaidan.

As it turned out, Zaidan was the youngest of three children and he had an older sister who was also Azam's sister named Maryam, as he was commonly called.

Azam just nodded, understanding that his sister had a dream. He would not forbid his sister to pursue her ideals.

Zaidan nodded, then their plan was to go to meet Zaidan's business partner who he said was from abroad.

“WAIT!!”

The voice managed to stop the footsteps of the two when it heard the shouting voice.

Both Azam and Zaidan turned to the source of the voice but, a short while later, “Astaghfirullahal’azim” murmured them together.

Not long ago, the woman was in front of the brothers who were bowing their arms.

“Hey you!”

The woman landed her hand on Azam's upper arm. Of course the man reflexively opened his eyes and dodged quickly.

“My name is Stella” The woman reached out her hand.

But, Azam only cupped his palms in front of his chest, “Sorry but, we are not mahram” Azam said.

“You don't want to look at me?” Stella asked, feeling strange about Azam's behavior like that.

Azam shook his head. How does he stare at someone who is not his mahram with such minimal clothes?

“Ck, you're so disrespectful. You helped me last night, didn't you? I just want to say thank you and take this this” Stella gives a parcel that somehow contains what.

“I helped you sincerely” Sahut Azam.

“At least look at me!”

Azam still did not flinch with that remark, he still lowered his gaze.

“Beach, if you are being disrespectful by not wanting to see me, at least do well by accepting this, I just want to thank you” Stella said.

Azam nodded, he picked up the parcel then, “Thank you, I go first, assalamu’alaikum warahtulli wabarakatuh” Pamitnya, hurry to pull Zaidan's arm.

If you don't know, maybe people will think that Azam and Zaidan are lovers. Just imagine, where is there a man who pulls the wrist of another man?

“Sister, do you know him?” Zaidan asked, not believing what he saw.

“Not” Sahut Azam.

“But he knows you. I can't believe that my brother's taste is like that” Zaidan said.

“Didn't you hear that? He's just thanking me. Last night, he had an accident” muttered Azam.

“What accident?” Ask Zaidan.

Zaidan did not believe it just like that, in fact the woman looked fine earlier, even her mouth smoothly threw a shout and also scorn for Azam.

“You don't need to know, just drive properly” Sahut Azam, don't want to discuss more about the woman.

While Stella immediately grumbled slowly.

“Basic arrogant man, what is wrong with me? I'm still pretty as always, aren't I?” He murmured, then looked at himself.