The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
Papa Stella's Trust

Azam and Zaidan arrived at the branch office about 20 minutes away. They immediately went to the meeting room, the branch office leader had prepared the needs during the meeting.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Azam if the meeting that should have been on the agenda a few days ago is delayed until today. Our client has other urgent interests so it does not allow him to kari” explained the office manager.

Azam nodded in understanding, “Nothing, do not repeat next time” Sahut.

Zaidan did not have time to answer, it turns out their clients are already in front of the meeting room door, escorted by office staff.

Azam tidied up his suit to welcome the guest.

Chequelek

Deg

Azam was speechless, his smile was instantly gone.

“You?” Ask the guy.

Azam was just silent, smiling kindly to find someone in front of him turned out to be the man he met with the woman when the day before.

“Mari, please sit” Azam said using his good English accent, his hospitality showed as if nothing had happened.

They immediately conduct meetings as they already have on their respective schedules.

“Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh, praise my gratitude to Allah SWT for giving his grace and life so that we can gather in this place.

First of all, I say thank you to my colleagues, especially Mr. Demian who is ready to attend from Australia for today's meeting..”.

So was the greeting that Azam said in front of Mr. Demian and his friends.

After approximately 3 hours passed, they were finally finished with the series of activities that day.

“I'm sorry, Mr. Demian but, it seems I disagree less with some of the things you said” Azam said.

The man turned down some offers that might have good value in today's society but, Azam is not someone who is crazy about the mundane, being the CEO of Wijaya Group is not an easy thing, he started with Islamic values and high consistency.

“But, in this day and age such intoxicating drinks have become commonplace” said Demian.

Azam smiled with the answer made by his prospective co-worker. It is good that they meet and meet in person.

“I'm sorry Mr. Demian, it's not according to our company's vision and mission. Wijaya Group has never issued food products that use illegal ingredients in one of them khamar.

Liquor is one that Allah forbids to his people. Be it the drinker, the seller, the buyer, the person who pours it, the person who blackmails it, the person who takes the product of the squeeze, the person who drives it as well as the person who asks to be delivered, Allah cursed everything related to khamar”

Hid

Demian grimaced with the words conveyed by the leader of the center of the food and beverage company that is quite large and famous.

“Sok holy once you. Then what about the market that is abroad if you do not want to follow the existing era?” Ask Demian.

“Therefore, our company introduces to the outside world, how halal food is also no less interesting with what is outside of providing” Sahut Azam.

In the end, they did not sign a work contract because Demian was arrogant and did not want to accept the vision of the mission established by the Azam company.

“Lessons for you, Zaidan. Never be fooled by others let alone it is not in accordance with the shariah in our religion. This applies to all of us as well” Azam said to all of his employees.

...***...

While on the road, heading to the hotel after attending all events and finishing his work, Azam accidentally saw a woman who was being surrounded by some men who seemed to be a group of criminals?

“Zaidan, stop first!” Azam said, ordering his brother not to continue his journey.

“What's up, brother?” Ask Zaidan.

“You saw there?” Azam pointed at a group of men who were cool at teasing a woman.

“Astaghfirullah, brother. What are you looking at?” Zaidan said.

“Telfon polis” Gumam Azam.

Zaidan said he called the police, hoping that after calling the police, they would leave so Zaidan wanted to drive his car.

“KAAAK” Shouted Zaidan, he ran after his brother.

Bugs

Bugs

Bugs

Azam did not hesitate to beat up the men who disturbed the woman.

While Zaidan, busy opening his suit to give to the woman, did not want to look at the woman who turned out to be the woman he and his sister met this morning, Stella.

“Sign in your car” Zaidan said without seeing Stella in the least.

“T-But, t-please papa and my mama, they hurt” Stella said with her sobbing sound.

Hearing that, Zaidan immediately looked into the car, looking at the two middle-aged lovebirds who were already injured.

After beating the men savagely, Azam stopped his attack as his arm was injured by a folding knife carried by one of them.

Just then, the police came and arrested the men.

“Let's go home” Azam said, not looking at Stella at all, he felt like things were fine.

“T-Wait. Please my parents” Stella said.

Azam who did not know anything, immediately returned to look into Stella's car which opened the windshield of his car. Just like Zaidan, he saw two lovebirds who had been drenched in blood.

Azam calmly said, “Bring to the hospital, I will escort you”.

“A-I'm afraid, ak-I t-can't drive like this” Sahut Stella stammered.

“The company of your parents, I will drive, make sure their consciousness is awake until we arrive at the hospital” Pinta Azam.

While in the car, Zaidan follows from behind, making sure his brother comes home with him later. Papa and Mama Stella seemed to have gasped, not strong with her breath.

“Nak?” Papa Stella's murmur.

“Papa why? Papa want what?” Ask Stella.

Papa Stella pointed at Azam, “Ak-I won't be strong, t-please take care of Stella. D-he's alone, I-I've always worried about him if no one's looking after him.” Papa Stella said.

Azam swallowed his saliva, did he just get a will from someone else?

“J-Share Stella” This time mama Stella speaks.

Azam saw from the windshield, he immediately pulled his car over. As much as possible she did not look towards Stella who was crying sobbing, while it was beside her father.

“Why stop?” Stella was confused.

While Zaidan was not going down, he could only guess what was going on in the car there.

Not wanting to answer, Azam immediately led the two parents of Stella who seemed to have been sad death, “Ishallah, the daughter of the father and mother can take good care of herself. Don't worry, God will always take care of him” Azam murmured.

“What are you saying? Let's go to hospital” Shouted Stella.

Azam didn't tease him, “Follow me, sir ma'am. Laa Ilaha Illallah”

“La-a I-Ilaha I-Ilallah”

“La-a I-Ilaha I-Ilallah”

The voice was earthy between papa and Mama Stella before they finally met their respective deaths with open eyes.

“Aaa, no. PAPA MAMA!” Stella's crying broke.

“It's all because of you. You are evil” Stella said, blaming Azam who she thought was late to bring her parents to the hospital.

“Innalillahi Wa Innailaihi Roji’un” Gumam Azam while closing the eyes of the two gentlemen Stella.