Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
The Hurdle Before Dating

...I don't know why I felt like love in my youth. It was so burning and it made me look forward to always meeting and being with her. ...

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally, the work hours are over. Syakir, the man who was about to walk with his sister, son and ex-wife, felt so happy. He couldn't cover up his happiness since then. Her lips continued to develop her smile. 

He has been impatient to get home since. He wanted to meet them immediately and invite them to play as much as possible. What he wants, he will do. He will replace all the pain he has done in the past and replace it with good memories in the present. 

"Sir!" Strangled one of the men who made Syakir stop his steps. 

The man was upset. However, he tried to act calm and immediately turned around. He did not want to make his friend feel that he had disturbed him. 

"What's wrong?" Syakir asked his co-worker. 

"Sir is busy? If not, I want to…" 

"Yes. I'm busy right now" Syakir said quickly. "I'm going out with my son!" 

"What!" Strangled the young man who was Syakir's co-worker. 

The man was in disbelief. He even blinked his eyes repeatedly. Honestly only this time he knew that Syakir had a son. Because all this time, at his new workplace, they all knew that Syakir was not married. 

If in the old workplace, they know the status of Syakir a widower. Therefore, if his current co-worker is surprised. It has become common. 

"If there's nothing more you want to say. I'm going home!" Shakir who looks impatient. 

The man who was still surprised was only able to blink his eyes. It made Syakir roll his eyes lazy. He approached his coworker and patted him on the shoulder. 

"Don't dumbass! I'll go back first!" Syakir said to his friend. 

After saying that, Syakir quickly left from there. He immediately walked towards the motorcycle he carried with him every time he worked. Yeah, he wouldn't drive his car to work. 

Somehow Syakir feel happy with using his motorcycle. According to him with this two-wheeled vehicle, he can enjoy the dense and peaceful view of Jakarta City. 

He can look at the rows of old foot sellers, then crowded and then tares Jakarta City. Then many people after work want to go home. 

If usually Syakir will drive slowly. Different this time. He drives fast. Overtaking right and left so that he soon gets to his house. 

Finally after almost half an hour he was on his way, Syakir's motorbike began to enter his home area. He immediately went inside the house and threw his bag on the bed. 

"I need to shower immediately. I don't want Giska and my son waiting" Syakir said, starting to undress his work. 

With all its speed. He threw his clothes carelessly onto the floor of the room. After that, he immediately went into the bathroom. 

"I have to look good this time. I want to impress Humai with my appearance" Syakir said with a smile so excited with his heart burning. 

The man came back out from inside the bathroom with a towel covering his forbidden area. He felt like a crazy man who did not shower because he forgot to shave his hair in the beard area. 

Shakir stood in front of the mirror. He's holding a beard shave. With her face in a cool-ass style, Syakir began to shave her slowly. He wanted his jaw to look smooth without feathers.

"Perfects!" He said by rubbing his jaw that he had managed to shave perfectly. 

His eyes sparkled brightly. After that, he took a quick shower. Until finally there is a final round. Choosing what clothes to wear to the house of his ex-wife. 

"Shirts and shorts" Syakir said after thinking with all the clothes in front of his eyes. "I have to make Humai fall back in love with me!" 

...🌴🌴🌴...

Humaira stared at her messy clothes on the bed with her eyes starting to blur. He massaged his sore forehead because his best friend was ruffling his closet. 

"What are you looking for, Fir?" Humai asked in annoyance.

He rolled his eyes dizzy. Following in the footsteps of his best friend who was here and there looking for what he was looking for. 

"I'm looking for the right clothes for you" said Sefira by starting to reach for jeans and showed it to his best friend. 

"I'll wear whatever clothes, Fir!" He exclaimed with an annoyed grunt. "Lie you make my head hurt." 

"I'm cold too!" Humai who only wears a towel to cover his body that has been bathed. 

Her best friend has been in her room since. Destroying the contents of the closet that was originally neat is now destroyed like a broken ship. His clothes scattered on the bed, sofa and some are placed in the closet with a position that is not suitable as before. 

"Well. It's!" Exclaim Sefira while grimacing. 

He showed me long jeans and a t-shirt. As well as a jeans jacket that makes Humai look like a girl again. It really is an appearance that is not Humai anymore. 

Maybe if it was, yes it was his appearance. However, ever since he had Jay in his life. Humaira never wears like this again. 

The woman changed herself with a dress. Feminine and more elegant. However, when he looks at his best friend's choice. He began to feel insecure. 

"You sure?" Humai asked who was doubtful about his best friend's choice. "I have a son, Fir!" 

"Why if there are children?" Tanya Sefira frowned. "All the same. This appearance is not just a girl." 

Sefira quickly approached her best friend. He handed over the clothes he had chosen and put them in Humai's hands. 

"Quick change. Then I'll help you dress up!" 

"No need to dance. I can do it myself" Sela Humai refused. 

"No no no!" Pekik Sefira while pulling his best friend's hand. 

He quickly pushed his best friend into the bathroom to change clothes.  

"Splash! If long, later Kak Syakir hunt comes," Pekik Sefira when the door was closed perfectly. 

Sefira really held back a laugh. He almost blew his laughter looking at the expression of his best friend. However, what he did was all for the sake of Humai and his biological brother. 

Yes, Sefira supports the relationship of both. He was one hundred percent sure his brother had changed. Syakir has become the figure with the best version now. 

After waiting a few minutes. Humai finally came out of the bathroom timidly. He lowered his head as Sefira stared and scrutinized the clothes. 

"Perfects!" His voice raised his thumb. 

Without a word, Sefira quickly pulled the hand of her best friend. Forcing Humai to sit in front of the makeup mirror with Sefira standing behind her. 

"I'm gonna make a great appearance tonight. We'll be in a relaxed style but still elegant beauty!" Said Sefira who made Humai can only resign. 

~Connected

Who is the same as Cake Sefira? Do the ribbonsmiths come out every time? though his clothes are a lot but still dizzy haha.