The Whore That Gus Azam's Wife
We Didn't Accidentally Meet

The next day, Azam was ready to go to the hospital to see the condition of Stella's parents, more precisely the results that came out of the results of her examination, she was sure that the results would have come out.

Using a car he borrowed from Zaidan and also armed with google maps.the man split the streets of the city.

“How was the result?” Azam asked when he met Stella.

Stella still wears the clothes she wore last night, along with Zaidan's suit.

As usual, Azam did not want to stare at the woman for too long.

“This is all because of you, had we not been late to bring them home, surely they would not have been stretched stiff like this now” said Stella, saying it in a high tone.

Looks like someone else is embracing Stella's shoulder.

“Kleo, wake papa and mama. I want to apologize, I will obey everything they say if they come back here” Stella told the man.

Yes, it was Stella's manager who arranged the women's schedules during her modeling career and even became a night woman.

“Whose you?” Azam asked Kleo.

“My name is Kleo, I am the manager of Stella” replied the man.

“Then let go of your embrace. It is not good to touch someone who is not mahramnya” Azam said.

Kleo frowned, confused.

“What are you really? How dare you set myself up?” Kleo Sahut.

“I? Her husband-to-be. His father has given me the mandate to look after his daughter” Sahut Azam.

Kleo quickly released his embrace, shocked also by the tweet that came out of Azam's lips, “Is that true?” Ask Stella.

Stella shook her head strongly, “Have you gone mad ha? Since when did I become the future wife of someone as thoughtless as you?” Sahut Stella, ketus.

Azam just smiled, “Did you forget if your father put yourself in me, if you will not accept then, say it in front of your father's body” Reply.

Azam is indeed good at making his interlocutor silence.

Currently, the funeral procession had been arranged by Kleo before leaving for the hospital.

Until the funeral was held Stella did not use her hijab well, she only wears a long black dress and a pashmina hijab which she wears on her shoulder while accompanying her parents' departure to their final resting place.

Azam came down to confess to both of Stella's parents.

There was nothing special, it was just that people were looking at Azam with their respective gazes of admiration.

After the funeral is over, Azam follows Stella to her residence.

“Why still follow me?” Ask Stella cynically.

“I want to talk to you” Azam said.

Hew

Stella breathed heavily.

“Say!” Stella cuek.

“I will take you to the front of abi and umi to fulfill your father's mandate” Azam said.

Stella widened her eyes, not believing that Azam would actually take her papa speech seriously.

“Are you crazy, huh? That's just bullshit! Forget it” Sahut Stella.

“Where might I marry a strange man like you? His style is like a handsome businessman and rich, in fact looking at women you do not want, do you like same-sex?” Stella's voice again.

Azam shook his head, “Alla SWT said to QS An-Nur, that we men of faith should hold back their views and keep their kemal*, which is holier to them.

So also with yourself as a woman, keeping your eyes, maintaining kemal*an and closing the aurat are things that you must do as a believer” said Azam calmly.

Hid

Stella screeches, “Did you forget if I ever said, I don't believe in God?” Her speech.

“Then why did you call ustadz to accompany your parents' funeral?”

Checkmate, Stella again can only be silenced with the words Azam, “Because it is believed my parents” said Stella finally.

“Then that's what you believe in” Sahut Azam.

Stella sighed harshly, lazily arguing with the man before her.

“Comeout! I don't want to marry you” Get Stella to Azam.

“Allah SWT does not bring someone to meet for accident, think carefully about your decision, especially this is your late father who asked and you are able to fulfill it even though it is in your heart

I will return to the capital tomorrow, I hope that when I am here to ask for your answer, you already have the right answer” said Azam then, “Assalamu’alaikum warahmatullahi wabarakatuh” pamitnya.

Stella stared at Azam's departure, the black car drove at moderate speed until it came out of the house that was quite luxurious.

Not long after, they entered the lawyer of their family, Mr. Samsul. He intends to give a will from Stella's parents.

“Goodnight, miss” Sayapanya.

Stella nodded, allowing Mr. Samsul to sit down.

“Good for you to come here, I want to talk about the company and all the things left behind by papa and mama. Just give it to someone else, I'll live alone” Stella said.

Deg

“Are you sure, miss? You want to sell all assets owned by the master and mistress?” Ask Mr. Samsul.

Stella nodded confidently, because all this time she did not want to dabble in the business world and also did not like the world that is immersed in both parents. He likes his own job and he won't leave it.

“Sell it, after all I can make my own money”.

“But, if you are married, it is possible that these assets can be given to your husband. It's a pity that if we have to sell everything, let alone masters and mistress start everything from scratch, from them having nothing to be as successful and successful as now” Pak Samsul tried to mediate, the middle-aged man was obviously very sorry for what his master had been trying so far.

Stella thought for a moment, staring at her childhood home. At first glance, beautiful memories revolve in his brain.

“Go, I'll think about it first” Stella said.

The woman took her bag and car keys and called Kleo, she went to the nightclub as usual, the clock still showed at seven in the evening, it was still too late to go to the nightclub, must be there still empty of visitors.

The woman wrapped her body around the dance floor, holding a bottle of liquor. Put out all his emotions and sadness there.

After getting tired, he chose to sit close to the bartender.

At a glance, he remembered the words conveyed by Azam some time ago.

“Allah SWT does not bring someone together for unsanitary”

The sentence managed to revolve in his brain all night, he was already heavily drunk.

“Do I have to marry that strange man?” Stella muttered to Kleo who was driving to drive the woman home before she finally entered her dreamland.