The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
I'll Take Care of It

Azam drove back to the hospital, bringing Stella who roared weeping over the departure of her parents.

“All living in this world will surely go home to the creator, Allah SWT. Nothing is eternal, even plants and small animals like ants, we will all return to Him.

It is not good to drag on in grief, it will only take you into the hole of asaan” said Azam, he tried to calm Stella with his words.

“Don't lecture me, you holy-ass. I do not believe in God” Stella said excitedly, still not accept with Azam who had stopped the speed of their vehicle that caused his parents to die.

Azam was silent, arriving at the hospital, the man immediately explained to the hospital about what he knew.

“We will do an autopsy of the body yes, pak” said one of the nurses.

“Alright, do what's best. It is likely that this case will be brought to the police station” said Azam with his distinctive smile.

Not infrequently, many are flowing towards Azam.

“That's Gus Azam huh?” Brush the nurse to the other nurse.

“Ih yes” Sahut others.

They were already prancing around to see the handsome young prosecutor and CEO.

“About him what?”

“Attending who was it?”

“What is his family?”

They wondered at each other, no one dared to come closer considering they were in working hours and Azam was in his grief, according to them.

Stella continues to follow where her parents were taken, not accepting the death.

“Kak, already? Your wounds must be dealt with, we'll leave, you'll be home tomorrow right? Need enough rest” said Zaidan, reprimanding his brother.

“But, how about that woman?” Ask Azam.

Zaidan shook his head, “Our task is enough here, the woman is already big, she clearly knows and can understand with the explanations later conveyed by her doctor”.

Azam and Zaidan leave the hospital and Stella is still as excited.

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“What did you discuss with the woman in the car?” Zaidan asked, curious.

“Before his death came, the woman's parents entrusted and handed her children to me. A message that is so heavy, right?” Azam Murmured.

“Then what will you do?” Ask Zaidan.

“QS. An Nisa verse 58 says, Verily, Allah has sent you a message to those who deserve it. Furthermore, there is also a proposition from HR Abu Daud, Tunaikan mandat to someone who entrusts his mandate to you.

Similarly, when we are met with someone, whether he comes to be a lesson or even a destiny for us. I will beristikharah for that” Azam replied his sister confidently and firmly.

“You will take care of that woman in what way? Remember, brother lest you make the wrong decision” said Zaidan, reminding his brother.

“What do you think I can keep it with?” Sahut Azam's.

Zaidan widened his eyes, “Are you going to marry her?” Ask.

Azam just smiled, not answering his sister's words.

“You know not if abi and umi won't agree with that woman?” Zaidan Sahut.

“You won't know if you don't try” Sahut Azam.

The man turned himself over to his sister who was treating his arm.

“How could you marry a woman whose life is clearly different from ours” Omel Zaidan.

Azam again just smiled, he remembered before leaving here he gave material to santriwan and santriwati about kufu.

Zaidan felt strange with his brother who was smiling himself, “Why, sis?” Ask Zaidan.

“Masyaallah tabarakallah” muttered Azam when he felt aware of the power of Allah SWT, did not just connect with the story he experienced while here?

“What's up?” Zaidan asked, puzzled by his brother's strange behavior.

“Isn't it really beautiful how Allah SWT brings together his people?” Azam said after telling everything from the beginning.

“Sister, are you sure?” Zaidan asked again, trying to scavenge the confidence of his brother.

“God willing, later I will say it to abi. Also will take the woman to the cottage when I return later” Sahut Azam.

Zaidan just kept quiet, he knew that his brother was someone who was firm in making decisions, including in this matter. Azam is someone who follows in the footsteps of the abi to be a prosecutor and will likely also continue his abi as the leader of the boarding lodge Lailatul Qadar later.

“May Allah SWT always protect you and bring you in happiness, kak” Murmured Zaidan.

“Amiiin. Thank you” Sahut Azam.

“It's done isn't it?” Azam asked, looking at the wound on his upper arm that had been wrapped in bandages, “if it had been, I would have returned to hotel”.

“Stay here, tomorrow I will take you to hotel” said Zaidan, offering his boarding room to be occupied by his brother.

“Are you not going to feel cramped?” Azam asked, considering that there is only one mattress in the room, which means that when they sleep later, they will share the bed.

“Rasulullah even sleeps on a mat and he feels comfortable, we are taught to always be grateful and always be simple with the examples that he conveys” replied Zaidan, implying that if the Prophet had just slept on a mat, would he have to feel ungrateful by going to refuse to sleep on a soft mattress even though it had to be shared with his brother?

Of course not, Zaidan is more kasian if his brother had to go home alone to the hotel with the condition of his arm that was injured wide enough, although not deep.