Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Photocopian Syakir

...When people try to escape God's destiny. Wait for God's intervention to slap people with a fact....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

The atmosphere of the room looks so calm. They all gave time to a woman who was soundly asleep after giving birth.

Doctors said Humaira's condition improved. There was nothing to worry about because he was just in pain from the impact of his stomach on the floor. However, fortunately, the impact was not too hard.

The doctor said if Humai's uterus is fine. The woman could have another offspring if she wanted to and God allowed. 

Before long, a moaning sound emerged from the lips of the woman who was beginning to come to her senses from her sleep. He slowly opened his eyes. Trying to adjust the light of the lamp with both eyes that since yesterday closed.

Until he could faintly see the shadows of some people from his still blurry eyes. The longer, Humai could stare clearly and then he could stare at everything there.

"Mama, Papa," Humaira called quietly as she saw Mama Ayna and Papa Haidar on the right side of her bed.

"Hello, Son. How are you, hmm? Where's that sick?" 

Humaira looked down. He began to realize that his enlarged stomach was now gone. His eyes looked around. Even the woman was about to sit up but was immediately detained by Mama Ayna.

"Where are you going, son?"

"My son, Ma. Where's son?" humaira asked in panic. 

"Calm down, honey. Mama's granddaughter is in the baby's room," said Mama Ayna calming.

"You're not lying, are you?" ask Humaira with clingy. 

Humaira's memories certainly revolved the last time she chased after Rein who had heard the facts about the two. He remembered very well how his feet were smeared because of the slippery floor then he fell down and felt his stomach ache unusually. 

At that time Humaira felt her life had been devoted to God. Humaira just wishes her son well. But again, God was kind to him. 

A chance to meet the two in the world. To give her happiness to be a mother of the son who became her first child.

"Keep, Rein. Where's my sister, Ma?" 

"That!" Mama Ayna pointed at a teenager who was lying on the sofa.

Humaira followed his in-laws' hands. Until his gaze saw the figure of his dear sister was asleep in a comfortable position.

"Don't worry about Rein's condition. He's a strong boy, honey. He still loves you even though the status of the two of you is not a sibling," said Mama Ayna understandingly.

Humaira nodded. But soon he realized something. He stared to the left of his bed until his gaze immediately met with the gaze of a middle-aged man whose age was not much different from Papa Haidar. 

Humaira looked at the man from top to bottom. Trying to remember and examine who the man is.

"Mama," Humaira asked. 

"He is Mr. Hermansyah, son," Papa Haidar said. "He's your birth papa." 

Humai's heart stopped beating. He looked at Hermansyah back with a hard to interpret look.

"Daughter," said Hermansyah, getting closer to the patient's bed. "It's Papa, son." 

Humaira looked at Papa Hermansyah with teary eyes. His heart trembled as he looked at the longing gaze in his papa's eyes. 

Humaira did not dodge if she also wanted to know who her parents were. Humaira also wanted to see the faces of the two old men whom she had never seen once.

"Pa-pa?" call Humaira flattered which made Hermansyah nod.

The father and son hugged each other. I don't know what vibes are in their hearts. However, Humai felt a warm feeling in his heart. There was something he could not describe when he felt how tightly his papa was holding him. 

"Call Papa again, son. Papa wants to hear it," asked Hermansyah with a deep longing.

For twenty years, he could only see Humaira from afar. He could only brush off the longing that came by looking at his face without touching. 

When she misses, she can only wipe a photo of baby Humai when she is one year old. Those are the memories he has. Because as long as the Shadiva lived, the woman did not allow Hermansyah to approach her child even if only briefly.

"Father!" 

"Yes good." Hermansyah took off her embrace.

He kissed the forehead of his only child with great affection. Finally, the wait has ended beautifully. 

"Mama.." paused Hermansyah by staring fixedly at Humaira. "Mama's outside but…" 

"But?" repeat Humai impatiently. 

"You're sick, son. Your departure used to drive your mama crazy." 

Humaira's heart slipped. He even straightened his body to the point of not caring about the traces of surgery on his stomach. He still had no idea what he was hearing.

New facts about his mother who turned out to be mentally disturbed due to his departure. 

"I want to see Mama." 

Papa Hermansyah nodded. He got out of Humai's room and picked up his wife. 

"Mama wants to see Ema, right?" 

"Yes, Pa. Where's Ema?" 

"Mama should calm down okay. Ema is big now. Our daughter also already has a child," said Papa Hermansyah gave understanding.

He slowly pushed the wheelchair to enter Humai's room. From where he sat, both Emili and Humaira stared at each other.

Usually Emili will go berserk when he sees a stranger. However, when he saw Humaira's eyes. Not angry but Emili crying.

He was stunned as Humaira's eyes deepened towards him.

"My daughter!" 

The heart of Hermansyah became warm. He didn't think his wife would be able to recognize their daughter. He almost gave up. Papa Hermansyah has also prepared a tranquilizer injection if Emili goes back on the rampage again.

"Mama!" 

Humaira certainly did not delay anymore. He slowly went down the patient's bed slowly. 

"God!" Humaira grimaced as her stomach felt pain.

It certainly makes everyone worried.

"Gakpa. Humai is fine."

Humaira refuses the help of Mama Ayna, Sefira and Almeera. Slowly, he carried the infusion attached to his hand and walked towards his mother who was sitting in a wheelchair. 

"Mama." 

"My daughter!" 

Humaira quickly hugged her mother slowly. Although Emili's hands were tied, Humaira tried to hug her mother's body warmly.

A very missed hug. The new hug this time both felt after the separation for so long.

"Ema Mama, it's been great. Mama misses you so much, son." 

Humaira shed tears. He nodded his head and kissed his mother's tied hands.

"Humaira's also kangen, Mama."

Hermansyah. Finally, his family gathered again. Same with everyone. They were also happy when they saw Humaira being able to be with her parents. 

Until their attention was all focused on the nurse who pushed the cot there. Humaira's body slowly stood up straight. He approached the bed and held the nurse's footsteps. 

"May I see my son for a moment, Sister?" 

"Sure, Mother. Your baby's birth age is entering the ninth month. So the doctor allowed the baby to gather with the bunda here." 

Slowly the baby's mosquito net is opened. Until the little face of his son can be seen by Humaira. His eyes shed tears as his son's face was completely similar to his real father's.

"My son. You really are the son of Syakir's father!" 

~Connected

Right, hmm just wait Bang Syakir meet but later wait Humai sakep haha.

Sorry just updated well. This is a ticking while on the road.