Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Jay and Jeno

...No one can deny the fate God has prepared. Whether it is bitter or sweet, everything is in accordance with the portion....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

There was the sound of laughter from a little boy who was two years old. He looks so full of cheeks. Her big and adorable stomach makes anyone want to mentoel her chubby cheeks. 

The boy is always happy when he plays with anyone. Even his white face sometimes turned red from laughing too much. He was truly one of the reinforcement of the heart who so missed a companion who still expected his presence. 

"Catch, Mommy!" 

Humaira quickly caught the ball thrown at him. Then with a happy face, Humai lifted up and made Jay, turning around with an applause.

"ye. Mother succeeded. It worked!" 

Humaira followed her son's movements. The two were playing together in a park in a residential complex. This place is a favorite place for mothers and children because it can play freely and can interact with other children. 

Humaira slowly dropped herself on the grass. He sat there with a face that looked so tired. Naturally, the woman had just returned from college.

He then invited his son to play here. Humai's principle is always held. Although he was busy studying, he was busy in college but not to let Jay lack affection

He didn't want the boy to feel his mother didn't have time for him. Humaira didn't want her son to feel sidelined. 

"Mother tired?" jay asked Humaira attentively. 

"Little bit" Humai said truthfully. "Come if Jay still wants to play. I'm ready." 

Jay shakes. He was holding the leg of his mother who was about to stand up.

"Mother sit here. Let Jay play by himself!" 

Looky. The little boy who was fought desperately. The little boy whose presence was not expected. The little boy who, before birth, had wanted to be eliminated, was now born into a smart child.

Jay is a child who never fusses. Even when asking for anything, the boy never insisted. He even always understood that if Humaira came home too late, then she would sleep with her mother and massage Humaira's legs or body without being asked.

It was the little thing Jay gave to his mother but it made Humai feel like a lucky mother. He remembers thinking about aborting his womb. However, when Jay's heartbeat is still in the womb, it makes him choose to maintain the content.

And proven now! 

The child he kept was able to make him happy all day. Able to make his fatigue become a sense of happiness. Able to make sad who want to appear immediately brushed off with his presence.

Until finally Humaira can reap the wisdom that God gave. This was the happiest thing when he was willing to sacrifice everything.

"Don't play on the street. Don't be away from Mom!" humai said as he looked at his son who dribbled the ball alone.

"Yes, Mom." 

Before long the sound of a cell phone sounded from the pocket of Humai pants. It certainly makes women with the same clothes worn to campus immediately pick up the phone when Lidya's name appears there. Humaira was convinced that something had happened to her best friend. 

As for Jay, the boy continued to play happily. She heard her mother's advice to play around her mother only. Until finally too tight kicking. His ball was thrown and crossed the street.

"Yes. Jay's ball!" he stood by the side of the road. 

The boy's eyes looked to the right and to the left. Jay seemed to be taking his ball. However, given the advice of his mother who did not allow him to play on the highway, Jay wanted to turn around and ask his mother for help. 

As he was about to run towards Humaira. Jay sees a man in a shirt wrapped around his body and long black pants make him stop his steps.

The boy's lips widened the smile as the man walked towards him. 

"It." The man handed over Jay's beloved ball which was immediately accepted by the boy.

"Thank you, Om. Got Jay's ball already" said the boy politely. 

The man in front of him was stunned. She didn't expect a kid Jay's age to be able to say such a hard thing at her age. 

Sorry, please and thank you are three very difficult words to do. However, seeing how the boy who smoothly said it made the man amazed by his parents' parenting.

"You're playing by yourself?" ask Jay.

"Yes, Om," said Jay directly. "So playing with Mom but because I'm tired, so Jay plays by himself." 

"You want to play the same Om?" 

The boy's eyes sparkled. Jay looked up and looked at the face of the adult man in front of him fixedly.

"Will Om? Not tired?" jay asked attentively. "Shirt Om like Opa when you get home from work. Keep Mom always said that Opa wear this shirt means Opa tired out of work." 

The man was getting amazed. Jay's mature talk makes him somehow happy with Jay's behavior. 

"No. Om out of studying," said the man confidently. "So let's play!" 

"Come on!" 

Jay ran to get his sandals. He then put the sandals side by side with a distance as if it was his goal.

"It's a goal to get into the ball yes, Om!"

...🌴🌴🌴...

"Yes, Lid. The design is good but the color try to change a little. I think it's too color-dead" Humaira said, staring at a screen that showed a video of her best friend asking for an opinion.

"Judek. Thank you, dear. I'll call you back later" said Lidya, and the two began waving their hands before the call was interrupted.

Humaira quickly put her phone in her pants pocket. He also remembers having ignored Jay for too long. Until finally the sound of laughter and jokes from Jay's mouth made Humaira curious. 

The woman quickly turned around and her eyes widened when she saw two men of very distant ages looking so happy. However, Humai's heart felt as if it stopped beating as his eyes clearly saw that the figure playing with his son was the killer's lecturer.

"Sir Jeno!" call Humai who is walking closer to the two who look very familiar.

The two men of different ages turned to Humaira at the same time. 

"Geez!" 

"Mother!" yells Jay who ran towards Humai and hugged her legs. 

"Om, it's my mother" Jay said.

Somehow Humaira was nervous and had a hard time swallowing her saliva. The gaze that his lecturer always gave could make him nervous half to death.

"Sir Jeno, I'm sorry if Jay inconvenienced you. Jay…"

"He's not a hassle. I even invited him to play together!" 

Humaira cengo's. He looked at his son for an explanation.

"Yes, Mommy. Who doesn't play Jay's football here" Jay said honestly.

Humaira grimacing. He looked at the lecturer with an uneasy look.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Jeno. I accompanied my son to play. I'm very grateful to you" Humai said unkindly. "If you can reply. I want to repay Mr. Jeno for playing with Jay."

Jeno fell silent then she looked at Jay who was calmly in Humaira's arms. I don't know what gaze the lecturer is giving and Humao can't interpret it.

"How about you reciprocate with us having ice cream together. How, Jay?" 

The boy's eyes sparkled. The tiny head nodded with excitement. 

"You, Om. I want ice cream!" reply Jay quickly. "Come, Mom!"

Humaira was stuck with her own words. He thought Mr. Jeno would refuse but it turned out that he did not expect that his lecturer would ask for a reward for his kindness. However, when compared to what the lecturer did. This is meaningless.

"Retail my car, Humaira," asked Mr. Jeno as Humai was about to walk towards his house.

"Ah. A car?" humai muttered with an increasingly unpleasant feeling.

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Chapter Snippets

Brugh.. Brugh ..Brugh..

A girl is thrown outside by her own father along with her belongings and clothes .

"Pa..papa .. listen to me first pa" said the girl in a cry .

"Based on a child who does not know in profit, you're embarrassing me" snapped the man who called his papa.

"Pa.. Shila please don't drive Shila pa .. Shila wants to live where Shila pa has no one but papa ", said Shila the girl who was kicked out.

"Hallah, you don't have to be pityed by a child like he humiliates the family alone" said the woman who beside Shila's father she is Shila's stepmother who does not like Shila .

"Ma .. Shila please ma .. don't drive Shila away "shila said to her stepmother .

"I don't care if you want to live where , a kid like you deserves to be kicked out "snaps the guy. Then back into the house left Shila who sat on the ground.

"Pa..papa .. listen to Shila first pa "saw Shila who is not indicated by her papa

"What are you yelling for .your papa won't listen to youyou really make your family ashamed "the sneer of her stepmother who smiled cynically

"Quick pick up your shirt and get out of here "squeak her stepmother, like her she's so satisfied with scolding Shila .

Dugh..

Her stepmother went inside the house slamming the door hard making Shila gasp .

Shila picked up one by one her clothes to put in the suitcase after finishing putting all her clothes Shila left her house .