Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Officially Divorced?

...Believe me when you are at a low point and feel no one cares, then you will remember the time when you were successful and there are people who sincerely appreciate and fight for you....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Loneliness and silence are times that become a person's nightmare. Losing everything he ever had was a tremendous pain for him.

No more warm hugs, no more encouragement for him when he felt down. There was no more soft elusan in her head that always made her feel like a child.

He really feels alone. It was as if the emptiness of his heart was becoming more and more when no one cared about him.

Until his memory was fixed on the dream that brought him still here. The sleeping flowers were present when he was on the operating table. The figure of the little boy who brought him back can stand on the ground of this earth. 

He also still remembers how the child's face is very similar to the fusion and fusion of women who have been present in his life.

"Is my son born?" he murmured by staring at the window where the atmosphere of Malang was seen there. 

She feels pain when she finds out that everything that happened to her was because of Rachel's trap. Even a child who was truly his flesh and blood could he doubt the truth. 

"Why didn't I realize it before they left?" he said to himself.

Before long the sound of the door opening, did not make the man move. He was still engrossed in standing by the window with an infusion brace beside him and his head wrapped in white bandages. 

"Sorry, Mr. Syakir. It's lunch time" said a nun who Syakir met several days ago. 

"Let's put it there!" syakir said without a care.

The man had woken up from his coma. He even remembered everything that happened before he was unconscious. How his love was betrayed, how the person he deeply trusted stabbed him in the back.

Then do not forget, the fact about how the rape incident in the room was the act of Rachel and the child conceived by his wife was his biological child. 

Since Syakir knew all this. He seems to have no spirit of life. Even his head kept spinning considering how his lips were insulting Humaira. How he who reproaches a child who has not even been born into the world. 

She's ruined? Sure oes.

Regretted? Very bad in regrets.

Even the notoriously arrogant, resolute and ruthless man had now turned into a reserved figure.

Syakir doesn't say much. Even when the police asked for information, the man only answered as was and in accordance with what he knew. 

He really has no passion for life. He really has lost his life. Everyone left him alone. From Mama, Papa, his favorite sister and the woman who was once his wife.

Until finally the sound of the door being opened again made Syakir sigh slowly. He turned into a figure who did not like the crowd and he did not like to be disturbed by nurses or anyone else unless it was time to take medicine or eat.

"Is anyone missing?" ask Syakir without looking. 

There was no answer, but Syakir also did not hear the sound of the door being reopened. If it was like this, Syakir could guess if there was someone in the same room with him.

Syakir slowly turned around until his gaze was fixed on a man he knew very well. The man who is the holding figure in his life, the man who has always been his pride as long as he lives in the world.

"Father!" lirih Syakir by hand holding the infusion buffer.

"How are you, son?" ask Papa Haidar to his son.

The decapan that once warmed him was now able to feel again after a long time they fought. 

"Which mom, Pa?" syakir asked with a sparkling face staring at the door of the room.

He didn't think his papa was here. If this is how Syakir really knows if his parents do not leave him alone.

"Your mother is not in Malang. He went with Giska" said Papa Haidar, who let Syakir's smile recede.

At first she thought her mother and sister would come. Syakir also intends to apologize if it is true they all come to visit him. 

"Don't you know Syakir's situation, Pa?" ask Syakir with a look that seems hopeful.

"Mama and Giska already know, if you go to the hospital," said Papa Haidar by trying to ignore the gaze of his son. 

Papa with the two children had been enduring the grief. Seeing the appearance of his son who was very much different made Haidar unbearable. The body that was once strong, now began to shrink. The usually smooth face and seductive jaw, now began to be overgrown with mustaches and beards. 

"Give your mother and sister time to forgive you, Syakir. Isn't the wound you gave them too painful?"

Syakir's heart felt pierced. He really did not forget how he who fought his mother, snapped at the little sister he loved so much. Everything he did was to defend Rachel. A woman who betrays her love and is ungrateful. 

"Sit. Papa wants to give you something!" papa said Haidar helped his son to sit on the sofa there.

Two boys with the same face are now sitting opposite each other. Slowly, Papa Haidar opened the bag he was carrying. The man began to grab the brown envelope that the judge and the others had signed.

"For you!" papa Haidar said to his son

Syakir swallowed his saliva forcefully. He received the file with an indescribable feeling. He knows the logo in front of him.

Logo of an agency engaged in the field of religious courts.

With great fear, the man quickly opened it. He began to pick up the white paper that was there and read it. 

Syakir's heart aches when the word is scratched meaningfully there. The word which proves that he and his wife Humaira have not husband and wife anymore. 

"Humaira has signed your divorce papers and it is proof that you are officially divorced, Syakir!" 

Syakir feels increasingly weak. Even he released the file in his hand until it fell to the floor which was immediately taken over by Papa Haidar. The man was still dazed by the reality. 

"How can Papa and Mama separate me from Humaira?" 

"Because it's best for you, son!" papa Haidar looked at his son. "Humaira is just giving you time to stay free to do anything. He gives you a chance to achieve happiness without a shadow of himself."

"But I'm sorry, Pa. I even knew it was Rachel. I found out what happened after they left!" lirih Syakir who made Papa Haidar look at his son closely.

"You're sorry?" ask Papa Haidar to his son.

"Very, Pa. Why do my regrets come when my wife and son are gone?" 

~Connected

If you don't go, you don't know. Ngereog mulu.