Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Sleeping Bare?

...Forgiving a mistake and trying to make peace with the situation is a beautiful thing. However, the hardest thing that most happens when we try to start again but without a shadow of our past. ...

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

...🌴🌴🌴...

"What's this?" Syakir asked who suddenly appeared between the two people he loved very much.

The man stood between the two. Looking at his son and ex-wife who seem to be talking about something important.

Syakir really wanted to get closer. However, seeing the atmosphere and circumstances between Humai and Jay that seemed to be getting heated up. Make him hold back until finally he can not see his beloved crying like that.

Humaira quickly shook her head. He looked at his son with a smile.

"Jay, I'm sorry about Mom. Jay promised not to make Mother cry again," he said that made Syakir's heart touched.

The handsome man despite his age was already almost the head of four, sitting next to Jay. He rubbed his small head while looking at his face.

They do have similarities. From the face of even the hair, Syakir himself was so surprised to see those who were very very similar. But in the heart of the man. He still prayed that Jay's heart and attitude and mannerisms would be unlike his.

He wishes Jay good manners, very similar to Humai. He did not want his attitude to decline in his son. He didn't want his son to follow in his footsteps.

As much as Syakir has to Jay. Anything she could with Jay. She was happy to see the face of her son who looked so much like her. Still, he prayed and hoped that the ugliness of himself would not stick to his son.

"Jay must keep his promise. Take care of Mom in the future, son," Syakir said, looking at her son with confidence.

Jay nodded. "It's not Jay. Same with Dad."

"Dad and Jay will protect Mom."

Syakir. He forced his smile to look fine in front of his son.

"Yes. I'll take care of you too."

...🌴🌴🌴...

Time keeps going up. A few times Jay's lips evaporated. He even began to sleep on his own chair.

"Bring Jay to the room, honey. He couldn't stand it!" Mama Ayna said to Humai.

The mother of one child nodded. He was about to grab Jay's body in a sling but his son's hand was so tightly holding Syakir's shirt.

"Come, Jay. We're sleeping."

Those little eyes were twitching funny. He shook his head trying to shake off the drowsiness. His eyes tried to open wide by pulling several times Syakir shirt.

"What's up, honey?" Jay asked who had focused on talking to two middle-aged men about the company.

Yes he listened to the chat Papa Hermansyah and his own papa discuss about work. However, as he felt a tug on his shirt. Of course he looked over.

"Jay sleeps the same, Dad!" The boy said he strengthened his eyes to stay awake. "Come, Dad!"

Jay tugged at Syakir's shirt. He even ignored the drowsiness of just wanting to sleep with Syakir.

That would have left Humaira confused. If Syakir is asked to sleep with him. That's a sign that they're going to sleep one place. It's impossible in Jay's own little room.

The child has a room, but the condition of the bed has been modified to have Jay's favorite cartoon. It does not allow Syakir to sleep on it because it does not fit.

"Come, Dad. Jay was sleepy," urged Jay by repeatedly rubbing his watery eyes as his lips incessantly evaporated.

Finally Syakir who could not bear to start carrying his son. He was also confused as to what to do.

"Mother… "

"Mother's coming too!" Take Jay out and extend his hand.

Of course it makes Syakir and Humai accidentally look at each other. The hearts of the two were so racing as to imagine what would happen after this.

He quickly walks first with Syakir holding Jay behind him. Slowly the mother of one child helped open the door of the room. Then Jay and Syakir came in.

"Let Jay down on that couch, sister," Humai said awkwardly.

Syakir. Humai quickly approached and helped undress his son. Humai did everything quickly. Then he also demanded Jay to the bathroom despite having to pass the scene Syakir had to come along for fear of being left behind.

Honestly Jay's just like this this this time. Ask for something that really compels you to obey. However, this did not make Humai angry.

He even tried to understand. Trying to understand his son who might want to feel the whole night sleep with his biological father.

"Well already. Let's sleep!" Invite Humai when Jay has finished cleaning himself and changed clothes.

"Come, Dad! Go, Mommy!"

The two tiny hands held each other's clothes. He even with half-open eyes tried to hold back the urge to close his eyes.

Syakir finally carried his son. While Humai he prepared their beds by putting a pillow for Syakir on the left and Humai on the right. Between the two, Jay falls asleep peacefully.

"Good, Brother!" Humai said with an abnormal heartbeat.

After all this time. After the rape. Just this time Humai went back to sleep one bed with a man. Although the same man, the man who took his honor. There was something that made Humai uncomfortable.

Cold sweat ran down both of his palms. He was both nervous and scared. The shadow where Shakir's insults and insults turned back on his head.

"Ruby!" Call Syakir touch his ex-wife's shoulder.

Humai gasped in surprise. He shook his head as if trying to throw away those bad thoughts.

"Let's ride. I'll be out after Jay goes to sleep" said Syakir, who knows his ex-wife must be uncomfortable.

Slowly the ex-husband and wife laid their bodies on the left right side of their son. Their bodies were both nervous and sweating coldly. Even to swallow his own saliva, Humai felt fear.

"Hug Jay, Mom!" Pinta the boy who has become Jay's habit since childhood.

Yes, his son always asked to be hugged when sleeping. Ask to gently rub his head. Sometimes a song is also asked for her.

"Dad too. Hug Jay!" He said in a voice that almost disappeared as his drowsiness grew bigger.

Syakir can't be cut. Slowly, he began to raise his hand. Then put it over Jay's stomach and make the two skins accidentally touch each other.

"Sister." Lirih Humai who was so trembling.

The woman couldn't stand it. He even began to realize that Humai needed the cure. However, unexpectedly. When he was about to move. A grip on his hand made him lie back down.

He looked directly at his hand and saw that it was Syakir's hand that was holding his hand.

"Sister… "

"Don't worry about anything, Mai," Lirih Syakir who saw cold sweat on Humai's forehead.

He tried to get closer. Removing the grip and getting up rubbed sweat sweat on Humai's forehead which made the girl's heart more and more unscathed.

"I promise I won't do anything to you" Syakir said seriously. "Sleep and I'll be out after you've fallen asleep."

After saying that. Humai seemed to be hypnotized by the voice and eyes of her ex-husband. The woman slowly closed her eyes and enjoyed the gentle strokes on her face and forehead.

Syakir skin rubbing that feels warm to make it now began to enter the dream realm that makes his breathing began to be regular.

"Sleep, Humairaku. Dream beautifully and tomorrow I'll start all over again."

~Connected

Woo made his own gemeter Bang Syakir. Pen yells ahh. Shadow how they sleep in bed.