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...Not forever we who are at the lowest point will forever be in such a state. Try to make peace and leave something that hurts if it can't be fixed....

...~Humaira Khema Shireen's...

...🌴🌴🌴...

It turns out that sadness does not always end in crying. Not always a patience that we always apply will make us low and sick. A hope that we always roof high, a struggle that we have ever done will make us realize that to be in the happy point now, is not an easy result. 

There are many things he has done. There are many things he has been through. However, not once did it dampen his spirit to fight through everything. 

Whether it is painful, whether it is a very very painful pain, whether it is humiliation and mockery. However, he accepted everything until God actually brought him out of such a state. 

He was finally free from all the things that brought him down. Finally he can rise with the help of a figure who became his encouragement long ago. He was finally able to be with the good people God had given him.

The definition of destiny is only God knows, yes that is the story of Humaira Khema Shireen.

"Oh, Honey. No!" humaira exclaimed as her little human figure was playing her toy and placed on paper containing her recently completed task. 

"Mother, the toys put it here!" said the boy who was almost three years old. 

Humaira could only stare at her college assignment. He could not be angry at the adorable little boy because it was his fault to also put an important paper on the living room table. 

"Yes," Humai said, who then sat on the carpet where he had been there for work.

However, his son who asked for milk made Humai inevitably leave his job which ended like this. 

"Oh, Boy. You frustrate your mother, honey," said Hermansyah, wiping the head of her grandson who was drinking milk.

"Tasks for tomorrow, Papa. I'll print it again" Humaira said, staring at the kerta nanar.

"Is your design finished?" asked Papa Hermansyah to his daughter. 

Humaira nodded. He brought his laptop and shifted in front of the papa. After that, the girl who has a son opened the file where the design results for Humaira fashion show will be done on campus.

"How, Pa?" humai asked for an opinion.

"good. Your design is a Korean woman? Dress with the bottom is given an umbrella model but some motifs that describe happiness?" 

Humaira smile. Turns out his father was a sensitive man. Since they lived together in Jakarta. Humaira was able to get close to Hermansyah and Emili quickly.

Blood ties that are thicker with water are certainly true. Although they have been kept away for too long. However, no one can deny that in their blood is the same blood. 

"Yes, Pa. So it is suitable to wear this summer. How's it?" 

"Good, Son. Suit. It's dry season here. So Papa believes the sale of your campus version show will definitely run out," said Hermansyah who made Humaira hooked on his spirit. 

Finally, the conversation of the two stopped when there was no sound of a leak that was getting increasingly grisly. The father and son immediately looked towards the place where the little boy was enjoying his milk.

"Ah she's sleepy, Papa," said Humaira approaching Jay who started yawning.

"Let Papa take her to the room. You complete the task that Jay was bothered with" said Hermansyah then took over the tiny body of her grandson. 

"Thank you a lot, Pa. Sorry Humai is a lot of trouble, Papa," Humai said with a sidelined glance. 

Hermansyah. He displays a typical father's best smile so that his son knows that he is doing this everything sincerely without coercion. 

"You don't bother Papa, honey. We are a family and the duty of the family is to support each other!" 

...🌴🌴🌴...

"Mai, beautiful young mother!" shouted a shrill voice that made the master turn his head. 

There, two women who were the same age as him ran towards him. They immediately hugged Humaira who was waiting for the arrival of the two.

"Yes God. Where are you guys from?" 

The two women were grim. They lifted a white crackle up and made Humai see what was inside.

"Yes God. Batagors?"

"Where are you buying?" asked Humai who started to step towards his class.

"In front of the campus but still crossing anyway," said the woman who pants with a neat collared top dress.

Humai. He no longer asked because he had an appointment with his lecturer.

"Where are you going?" tanya Lidya, one of the women wearing a denim jacket.

"To Mr. Jeno's room," Humai said, which made Lidya hold the arm of the mother of one child.

"Why did you meet the handsome lecturer, Mai?" ask Mira, the other woman.

Humaira hit his best friend's shoulder. He nodded his head at their behavior. 

"Yes, I want to give you my design that he asked for" Humai told two of his friends. "Udah. I'm anter of this first!"

"Mai salamin with Mr. Jeno. I Love You, that is," said Lidya with a blink of one of his eyes.

Humaira just chuckled. Lidya and Mira are like two angels sent down by God. Two humans who met with him when Humai was at the lowest point.

Where at that time he still had trouble making friends, where at that time he was still a shy figure. Finally, two women of her age came.

Mira and Lidya are friendly women. Both are from beautiful families. However, the friendly attitude of the two made Humai comfortable and finally established their friendship that has been running for almost two years. 

Yes, Humai has been studying for two years. In the first year he had a hard time. A lot of blasphemy that he received because of the indecent video that spread it turned out to have arrived in any city.

When he found out that his disgrace was spreading. Humai feels down. His mentality was really forged especially at that time he was still in the baby blues phase.

Until finally Mira and Lidya come, Humai who never had friends then given both and then became the best friend for Humaira. From there, began to appear and open the thoughts and attitudes of Humai.

No more fear, shy and quiet. Humaira had completely changed 180 degrees from her old attitude. 

Until finally the steps of the woman who had given birth stopped at a door where the famous handsome, white but killer Lecturer was located. 

Slowly, Humaira knocked on the door until a bass sound rang out and asked him to come in.

"Good day, sir. Sorry I came here to give you the design results that Mr. Jeno asked for," Humai said with a slight bow and handed a stroke of his hand to the man sitting quietly in his big chair.

The man accepted the Humai design thing. He researched Humaira's miraculous hand-scrapes that were so awesome. 

"good. This design will be submitted to my friend who is in Korea. You willing?" 

~Connected

The name of destiny can be changed when you fight yes like this guys. At first it hurts but when you sincerely live your life there must be a path that leads you.

Humai whose work is increasingly shining, which there is still haunted by the past and is at the bottom.

His name is God's destiny no one knows.

Oh yeah don't forget to stop by my friend's work.

Here's the trailer

In the morning, Sevia awoke from her sleep. Slowly he released the burly hand that was wrapped around his stomach. Sevia turns her body around and finds Dave sleeping fast.

What if I had a child, would he be responsible? inner Sevia.

"Don't look at me, you'll get caught up in my charms!" Dave immediately opened his eyes and found Sevia looking at him blankly. "Look! Even though we're married, but you don't expect much from me, because I already have someone I love."

"You talk like that after getting everything from me? I don't mind if you divorce me right now. Our marriage is a series." Sevia immediately woke up from her sleep and headed to the bathroom.

Her heart broke into pieces hearing what her husband said. While there really is no love between them, what Dave should have said after he took the most precious treasure of his life.

Not Sevia! You cannot be weak! You've been played by men enough! Whatever happens with Dave, never wear feelings. Think of it all as your duty as a wife, "inner Sevia