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He's a Dad Bladder, Jay!

...Not always the truth that we cover will continue to be tightly closed. One day there will be a time when the truth must come out to reconcile all....

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

...🌴🌴🌴...

If in the place of Syakir and Jeno, they split the task. It's different at Humaira's house. It seems that the three adults are debating something. They are like mutual pros and cons about the opinions of the three. 

"We'll see where Syakir fights, son. Do not because of his circumstances you believe, just like that" said Papa Hermansyah who was displeased with his opinion.

"But anyway Jay should know, Pa. Jay has to know who his real father is" Humaira replies, starting to express her opinion.

For some reason, seeing the closeness of his son and Jeno, making something in Humai rebelled. It was as if he wanted his son to know that the father he had been asking him was in plain sight. The figure that the little boy she had always missed was already nearby.

"Can you guarantee that Syakir can be trusted? Are you sure that Syakir has changed, son?" 

Humaira. He couldn't answer that question. How can he guarantee that, if his mentality alone is not stable. The trauma that Syakir gave him has remained until now.

"Or can you guarantee that he's here, to be back with you?" 

Humaira's getting down. He certainly can't give any answers. What his father said was also true.

Not trying to hide Jay's real father. Jay is still a three-year-old boy. Even though he's smart. However, the child also does not understand the problem of adults like this. 

Moreover, making Jay confused about his biological father who suddenly appeared. What reason would be given if Jay asked where Syakir had been all this time. 

"If you can guarantee. Papa let you tell Jay everything. You explained the truth about her real father" said Papa Hermansyah, who wanted to lure her daughter.

Humaira breathed a heavy sigh. Many thoughts he had thought of these few days and made him have frequent headaches. 

"Humai was just scared, Pa," she said as she fell silent for a few minutes. 

"Fear what, honey?" mama asked Emili glanced at her husband who nodded.

"Fear that Jay's closeness with Mr. Jeno deepens. I don't want to give any hope to my Killer Lecturer," Humaira said honestly. 

"You already know that…" 

"Yes. I know that my lecturer likes me" replied Humaira, who made Papa Hermansyah smile. "Because Humai does not want Mr. Jeno to be more hopeful with Humai and Jay. He deserves a woman who's single." 

What Humaira said was true. Even though her son loves Jeno. However, there is great hope in Humai's heart if his son can be close to his own biological father.

How big the wounds given by Syakir in the past. How much insults and insults the man gave. Blood is thicker than water. 

He believes that their closeness can be established gradually. They will be able to feel that comfort when they get used to it alone. 

"Then?" 

"My heart is still the same, Pa. I love Kak Syakir even though my trauma is still severe" Humaira said, which made Papa Hermansyah and Mama Emili smile.

Actually Humai's parents just want to provoke his daughter's courage. They wanted to know how honest Humaira felt. If not provoked then his daughter will be silent.

"So, what's your decision after this?" 

"I'll still tell Jay who his real father is. I'm sure he'll understand, Pa." 

"Papa leave everything to you, son. Papa's sure your decision is the best." 

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally after talking to his parents. It was time for Humaira to face her son. He walked towards the playroom where Jay was.

"May you understand the reason why we were three with Om Rein, dear" Humaira said in her heart as her footsteps stopped right in front of the playroom door.

Slowly, Humaira quickly pushed the door to make his son who was playing quickly turn his head.

"Mom" said Jay, showing his work.

Humaira's face smiled proudly. His son who plays with puzzle games and can be assembled with the direction of his caregiver.

"Sorry, can you leave us both, ma'am?" humai said politely.

"Can, Mom. I'm going out" said the loving Mother before she got up and left the mother and child. 

Jay who is busy assembling, of course focus on his game. Until finally Humai's hand that touched Jay's hand made the boy turn his head.

"What's up, Mom?" 

Humaira seemed to be regulating her breathing. Slowly he held onto Jay's shoulders and faced him.

"Mom wants to talk the same thing, Jay. Can you?" 

"Yes, Mom." Jay nodded.

The boy blinked his two funny eyes. His plain face was now focused towards Humaira. 

"Some times Jay has asked Mom. Where's Dad, Jay. Remember?" 

"Yes. Jay remembered," Jay said with a nod. "After Jay asked that. I always cry." 

Humaira smiled with her head nodding. What her son said was indeed ebnar. He wasn't ready to tell the truth. However, this time perhaps his son should know the truth.

"I'm sorry I didn't answer the question, Jay. Does Jay still want to ask you where Dad is?" tanya Humaira started the conversation.

The tiny head shook. This made Humaira surprised.

"Why?" 

"Because Jay doesn't want Mom to cry. Jay doesn't like crying because of Dad" said the boy truthfully.

"Yes, but this time I won't cry. Mom was ready to make a story about Dad," said Humaira who then could see a happy twinkle in her son's eyes. 

"Mother?" 

"Yes," Humai said. "Jay want to know, who's your real father, Jay?" 

"You." 

Humaira extended her hand. The confused but curious Jay finally could only accept the helping hand. He quickly followed in his mother's footsteps, leading him to the room.

"Whether we go to the room, ma'am?" jay said, sitting in bed. 

"We'll see a picture of Dad" Humai said, walking toward the wardrobe.

The woman was quick to find something that she had kept all this time. A box containing memories of the past. Memories that prove that he was once married to a handsome man, Guntur Syakir Alhusyn.

His smile was sad as his hands began to grab the black-colored box he had placed on the top of himself. Humai quickly carried the box towards his son and he sat down in front of Jay.

The mother and son looked at each other towards the black box. Until a code that Humai had entered made the box open. 

"Jay is ready?" 

"Yes, Mom."

Slowly the box was opened. Then, Humaira began to take a portrait that was at the top and immediately gave it to the son.

"Om Syakir?" 

~Connected

Which is a lot of chaos. This loh this. Huhu fits the groove but I like to make people emotional emang.

Sorry just updated. Just got a tick.

BTW Je again a new script for the household event competition. Doain escapes well, let's on going two novels here haha.