Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Grazed

...A mother will feel like she failed to educate her son when the child she gave birth to desecrates a woman....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally the night filled with sweat began to end. The dark sky began to look bright because the sunlight had already risen. The room that was initially dim is now starting to look bright. 

It is still very quiet and quiet. There's no sound there. Until a door is opened and a husband and wife appear in an apartment unit with a luxurious appearance.

"Where's your stupid son, Pa?" ayna asked with her eyes out. 

They're getting inside. Until the middle-aged woman's gaze was fixed on the pair of heels that were near high.

"Pa, look!" said Ayna pulling her husband's arm.

The two eyes stared at each other. Then they both pointed to the second floor where their first son's room was there. 

Without a word, Ayna put her bag on the living room sofa. Then the mother-of-two walked up the stairs with her heart racing.

The woman's fear is very great if her child exceeds the limit. Honestly Ayna would be very disappointed if her son took a shortcut. 

With certainty, the mother of Syakir pushed the door of the room until the scene in front of him shocked her. There, a pair of human children were sleeping by hugging each other. 

It made his heart seem to stop beating. Plus their innocent-looking circumstances made Ayna understand what had happened here.

Without a word, he immediately approached the bed. When Ayna was about to pull the hand of the woman she thought was hated by her. It turned out that his hand movements had stopped.

His eyes were fully rounded when the figure of the woman was not the figure he called the matre girl. Not wanting to get misunderstood and curious. Mama Ayna finally started waking them up.

"Sure awake!" yell Ayna out loud. "Sayakir!" 

Ayna continued to move her son's body until the shock inevitably made the two who were busy closing their eyes immediately woke up.

"Mama!" pekik Syakir was surprised.

He immediately turned his head to the side and along with the woman who was also looking at him.

"You who?" shakir was surprised with wide eyes.

"I where?" ask the woman by holding her head.

Ayna could see that the woman sleeping with her son was in pain. He immediately took out a glass of water beside the bed and sat down near the woman he had just met. 

"Drink first, son!" 

Ayna helped the woman drink until she started not thirsty and full. The woman began to spread her eyes. 

His heart almost stopped beating as his eyes unintentionally stared at his appearance wrapped in a thick blanket. He immediately opened the blanket slightly until his eyes glazed over. 

"What happened to me?" tanyanya looked at Ayna and Syakir alternately. "What have you done to me, huh?"

The girl held Syakir's arm. He shook the man's body to ask for an answer.

"Don't tell me you raped me!" it was with tears flowing.

"Let go!" shakir shouted harshly. "Who are you? Why are you in my apartment?" 

Syakir looked at the woman sharply. She even pointed at the face of the woman nearby with her voice rising. Seen very much Syakir hates the woman who is on his bed. 

"I.." The girl tried to remember everything. 

However, it seemed like the punch on his nape left him with almost no memory of last night's events. Until Mama Ayna finally started to realize something. He immediately held the hand of the crying girl.

"Don't you remember everything, son?" 

The girl asked looked up. His eyes were fixed with Mama Ayna's eyes. The girl's head shook her head because she couldn't remember anything. 

How did he get here?

In a foreign mood to him?

It could even be in the same bed as the unknown man. 

"Humai," he said with a bow.

Humai can only cry. He only felt pain in the core of his body while moving his legs. He really felt broken. Even Humai felt dirty.

The honor he had been guarding had been taken by an unknown figure. The honor that became his pride was even taken without his permission and not in a halal bond.

"Don't cry in my room, *****! Are you a call girl?" 

Humai looked up. He brushed off the tears dripping from his two eyes when he heard those painful words in his ears. 

"I'm not a call woman" Humai said in self-defense. 

"Then how did you get here, huh?" 

The increasingly hot atmosphere, made Ayna immediately mediate their debate. Honestly, Syakir's birth mother can see how fragile Humai.

The two shady eyes were crying with painful sobs. His ears that hear certainly make anyone know that a crying figure is being veiled a painful problem. 

"You!" 

"Sayakir!" mama Ayna looked at her son sharply. "Get out and take a shower downstairs!"

"Mama! Here's my room. He's the one who has to get out. He was****** who threw himself on my bed for money!" 

Plaque.

Along with that a slap right on Syakir's cheek that made the man's face immediately turned his head because of his strength. 

"Don't yell maling, Syakir!" mama Ayna's exclaim made Syakir look at his mother in disbelief. "Hurry to take a shower in the lower bathroom and meet Mama and Papa in the living room!" 

Syakir shifted his eyes. He stared at the figure of Humai who was still crying until his shoulders shook. With a single move, Syakir immediately draped his blanket and put on his clothes with Mama Ayna who instantly turned her face away.

Honestly as a mother, she felt like a failure. Ayna felt that all the teachings she gave to Syakir were nothing that the man applied. Until finally the mother of two children could only sigh heavily while looking at her son who came out of the room.

Syakir. Ayna looked at Humai who was still crying. Somehow his little heart said that this girl in front of him was a good girl. From the look in her eyes, the way she spoke made Ayna sure that she was actually a good woman and did not want to be in this position. 

"Son," said Ayna trying to hold Humai's arm.

"Don't hold my body. I'm dirty" Humai said as he tried to cover his body with a blanket.

"Son…" 

"I'm really cheap, Mom. I am a cheap girl now," Humaira said angrily to herself. "My honor was forcibly taken by a man I didn't know." 

Humaira rubbed her skin rough. Mama Ayna who saw immediately held both hands Humaira. 

"Take my hand off. I'm dirty, I want to throw his tracks out of my body!" 

Mama Ayna cried. Unexpectedly, she immediately hugged Humaira tightly despite the girl struggling.

"Don't.let go of me!" 

"Calm down, kid. Relax!" talk Mama Ayna slowly. 

He tried to rub Humai's back gently. Syakir's biological mother actually did it full of gentleness until Humaira felt a little calm. 

"Don't hurt yourself, son. No!" talk Mama Ayna slowly.

He cupped both sides of Humai's face. He saw that shady eyes had already swelled big. Her face was not beautiful but Mama Ayna sure the heart of the girl in front of her is very soft.

"I don't deserve to live, Mom. I have no self-respect!" 

~Connected

Btw who does not like the same nature Humaira, sorry. Honestly, I make his character, already ready mentally gedhe because it will be blasphemed by readers.

And yes, finally. Hehe, but gakpapa. I just learned to make a calm, innocent character. No bar-bar mulu. This Humai character is also the same kek one of my previous friends in Junior High School class.

The author just wants to present a different story from each novel the author wrote. Let there be a sense of difference.

Don't forget to click like, comment and vote. Let the author tick it.