Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Jay and Syakir

...Believe that a father's love for his son is much greater. Despite their bad past, being a better person is a serious matter of improving the future....

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Humaira who had just finished a lightning bath and prepared to be immediately presented with a sight that so touched her. His footsteps stopped even to see how his very happy son could hug his biological father again. 

Tears flowed back to see how the father and son were freely hugging each other. Wasting all the longing that has happened to both.

Humaira did not expect that her words last night had a big impact on her son. It had a huge effect on Jay. 

Humaira was willing to forget her pain. Humaira is willing to force her trauma to disappear so that her son can play with his biological father. 

A mother always attaches importance to the interests of her child. Though he and his self were sacrificed. 

Although his soul is sick but he still stands tall for the happiness of his own daughter. Such is the heart of a mother. Soft and loving. However, no one knows that a woman can be as strong and strong as that. 

"Mother!" call Jay who has let go of his embrace.

Humaira who had been busy daydreaming by imagining her son now realized. He looked at those two very similar faces. He alternately looked towards Syakir and Jay.

His hands began to shake and Humai chose to look at Jay. He was sure that his trauma would disappear when this son smiled at him.

Look, the boy who was almost three years old was approaching his mother. His lips kept curving upwards as if to illustrate that he was indeed happy. 

"Dad's coming, Mom. Dad's coming" said Jay pointing at Syakir.

Humaira nodded when she saw how her enthusiastic son was. 

"Let's say the same salim, Dad. It was Jay already," said Jay who knew very well how his mother taught.

The boy remembered that Humaira always taught him to kiss the backs of older people's hands if they met. It was taught from childhood by Humai so that Jay can be civilized well.

According to Humai, smart children are good but civilized children are much better. Science above adab. People are knowledgeable but uncivilized then the knowledge is free. No one will appreciate it. Whereas a civilized person, wherever he is, will always be appreciated, respected and liked by many people. 

"Mother.." Humai said trying to stay away.

"Mom don't want to salim Daddy?" jay asked when she saw her mother's rejection.

Humai. He also doesn't know where to start. He had just lowered his head since his hands had started shaking. The memories almost popped up but Humai tried to brush them off when he saw a smile of happiness from Jay's lips.

Humai can't stay away. He can't refuse. He is sure to make his son disappointed if he does not approve of his son's wishes. 

"Mom will," Humai said with a forced smile. 

He tried to take his breath so deep. Trying to overcome that fear. Humai is sure to fight back. The trauma within him could only be dealt with by himself. 

With power in him. Without the help of others!

Slowly, Humai put his foot forward. He just stared at the two shoes that Syakir was wearing. He did not dare to look at his face because somehow the shadow of insults and mockery was still clearly visible. 

"Assalamualaikum, Brother," said Humai who began to raise his hand. 

Finally after so long. After the great distance between the two. Now it's time, the two skins that once touched now slowly begin to touch each other.

It was as if there was electricity flowing between the skin. It causes unusual vibrations and heartbeats.

Humai even swallowed his saliva with distress. However, he tried to grab that hand and bring it before his face. With one move, slow but sure.

Humai kissed Syakir's back hand. The incident of dejavu when they just got married and did kabul ijab imagined in his mind. How the face of Syakir who refused and depressed now imagined until unconsciously his tears dripped and made Syakir surprised.

"Ra," call Syakir who makes the shadow immediately thinnest and Humai realized.  

He let go of Syakir's hand and wiped away his tears.

"Well. If gini Jay likes it," Jay said, clapping. 

Anyway the boy is still a kid. Jay doesn't know about adults. However, he only wanted to see his father and mother get along. Seeing both of them look like parents in general.

"Dad here bring what?" jay chirps when he sees the paperbag in Syakir's hand that has been hanging there since. 

"Gee. Jay likes. Jay wants!" scream the boy with great enthusiasm. 

While Humaira also realized if a lot of time wasted. He looked at the clock on his wrist and time was running thin. 

"Come, Dad. Jay wants to eat!" yay with enthusiasm. "Mom, Jay can, right?" 

Ah that kid is adorable. In Jay there are many teachings from Humai. How the boy who must say goodbye to him or to his two oma opa if he wants to do always so as not to be separated from their observation.

"Can, Honey. But you want to go first, Dad? I'm afraid I'm late" Humai said to Jay.

"But I haven't had breakfast yet, have you?" 

"Yes. Later the mother ate at the campus," Humaira replied that she started kissing her mother's hand in a hurry.

Unknowingly, Jay and Syakir stare at each other. The two men with the age difference seemed to transfer the intent of that gaze. Until I don't know what they telepathically suddenly the heads of the two nodded.

"Mother this fried rice breakfast. I've made it, Mom," Jay said, handing over the paperbag Syakir was carrying.

"Eh." Humai. "Mother's out, baby. I could be late."  

"No. Syakir's father can anther Mom really," said Jay enthusiastically. "Yes, isn't it, Dad?"

Syakir who was called nodded. 

"I cooked that stock for you and Jay. So you can have breakfast and I'll take you to college."

Humai's heart was racing. I don't know why he's nervous like this. Especially when Jay began to open the paper bag as if kepo with its contents. 

It was like there was a feeling of disbelief that Syakir cooked for her. Shadow first he had to get away from the dining table. Shadow when he was cast out because Syakir did not want to see his face when eating.

"Would you like it, Mai?" 

"I'm…" 

"Come, Mom!" bring Jay who is no less enthusiastic.

Humai looked at his son. He could see how enthusiastic Jay was. He stared expectantly at Humai who was making peace with him. 

"Pater's love is that the food isn't cooked" said Jay, who made Humai round his eyes. 

"Jay know where those words come from?" 

"Grandmother," said Jay innocently. "Grandma's always sad when the cake, Jay doesn't eat. Grandma also said, that's her name don't appreciate." 

If this is the case Humai cannot refuse. That was the teaching of his parents and it is true. Finally with a heavy heart, Humai nodded.

"alright. Come on!" 

"Yey!" Jay clapped his hands by jumping on the terrace. 

His face was very happy. He was finally able to leave and take his mother with his father.

"Come, Dad. We drive Mom and we eat in the car!" 

~Connected

The children and fathers began to conspire, hmm. It is still early to make klepek-klepek haha.

Kaburr.

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

Aditya Farasyah, 22-year-old man . A handsome?do not be asked whose seed it used to be if not Vano his papa, humorous young man is also cheerful but has a nosy nature also bar-bars Lala mamanya offspring . From childhood to adulthood he lived in LN with his parents and arrived one day a family drama where Aditya asked for permission to migrate to Indonesia to seek experience or rather teak self an independent, but what would be the first time to Indonesia Aditya has done something? "TANTE Love You."

How will the friendship that was separated for so long because different countries were reunited by their children?the love story of the novel (His Beautiful Helper The Casanova) version of their child. Check yuk!!