Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Responsibly

...A real man is a man who dares to take responsibility for what he has done....

...~JBlack...

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Mama Ayna shook her head. He tried to wipe away the tears that had been flowing nonstop.

"You have pride, son. You still have," Mama Ayna said quietly.

Humai's head shook. She knew very well how her mother used to tell her that a woman's honor was like glass. 

Once broken, it cannot return to how it was. If it breaks it is like a used item. Unable to be repeated and returned intact. 

"I can't believe it. I'm going home!" humai said he tried to pull the blanket over to cover his body. 

Mama Ayna understood how Humai was feeling at this moment. He can't force anything either. 

"Band, Son. After that let's talk family." 

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Humaira stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. The girl stared at her innocent reflection without a strand. His eyes scrutinized the marks of the man on his body.

Not just one, but many in the area of the chest, neck, and hands are also there. Humaira's eyes are heating up. He came back crying loudly. She hit him with her own hands.

"You're disgusting, Humai. You're cheap!" he yells at himself. 

He immediately walked under the shower. Humai revived her and she let the water wash over her entire body. His hands moved rubbing his hands, feet and other body.

Humai tried to throw the marks off the man. However, until his skin was flushed, none of the bite marks were missing.

"I'm sorry, Mother. I'm sorry I couldn't keep your trust" Humaira said, eventually falling on the bathroom floor.

He allowed the water to continue flowing throughout his body. Her eyes were bright imagining that her mother had seen her bad behavior last night.

"Mother's right. I am a child that I cannot be proud of. I'm a stupid kid who always puts you to shame." 

Humaira kept crying. He didn't even care if his body started to get cold. All the girl wanted was to throw the traces of the man from her body. 

For too long, Humaira did not come out. Mama Ayna quickly returned to her son's room. As he walked to the bathroom door. His eyes were staring at something that made his lips slightly smile with a feeling of even more relief.

There, on his son's bed. It looks like a blood patch that Mama Ayna knows what blood is. He stared at the bathroom door with his slightly relieved feeling.

"It turns out she's a virgin. So I'm sure she was framed by someone" muttered Mama Ayna who started thinking slowly.

Mama Ayna knocking on the bathroom door. There was the sound of running water, but no other sound.

"Humay. Not done yet, son?" 

Mama Ayna looks worried. He could not cover the anxiety within him.  The mother of two was certainly thinking about Humaira with her fate.

He believes the girl is innocent. From the eyes and behavior of a person, we can already judge their nature. For some reason from the beginning, Mama Ayna could not scold Humaira directly.

Maybe if the one on the bed was the matre woman, she was sure she was already furious. But not at the moment. The first time the mother of two children saw how Humai looked at him. He fell in love and loved the girl. 

When he was about to enter. The door soon opened and a Humai still wearing wet clothes appeared. Mama Ayna certainly felt the pain of being the figure of the girl in front of her.

"Why haven't you changed, son?" 

"Let's help aunty take a bath" said Mama Ayna confidently.

Humai quickly shook his head. He doesn't want to shower here anymore. The girl wanted to leave immediately and leave this crazy place.

"I don't have any clothes, Auntie. I don't know where my clothes were last night."

Mama Ayna finally got her son's shirt. The shorts and t-shirts he gave the girl with the soft word. Faithfully, Mama Ayna waited until finally Humaira was done.

"Let's go down!" 

Humaira. He didn't want the man he slept with to see how his eyes were swollen from crying too much. He also did not want to look low and weak in front of Syakir.

Seen Haidar, Syakir's father stopped his advice when his wife and the woman he had slept with walked towards them. Syakir also turned his head, until he stood up when he saw his favorite clothes worn.

"Take off my clothes, *****!" shakir shouted furiously. "Such a damn you!" 

"Sayakir!" mama Ayna shouted that made her son look at her. "Mama took him clothes. So don't be mad at him. Angry Mama!"

"Why is Mama defending that woman?" shakir pointed at Humai full of hatred. "Mama has just met him. She could be a bad woman who's just after our money."

"He just threw himself on the bed and begged and extorted the money of the man he had smeared as if he were a victim. You know that way!"

"Sayakir!" mama Ayna exclaimed with her roaring breath.

Honestly Ayna was embarrassed. His son's behavior is not at all to appreciate a woman. Syakir had already turned into a rude man and he was sure this was the influence of the matre woman.

"You don't see! She was a virgin when she was with you. You are the first time to Humai and by chance, you said he was ******?" 

Mama Ayna looked at her son in disappointment. He really felt Syakir had gone too far with the teachings of both of them. 

"You're too selfish now, Syakir. You are also all you want to be alone" Mama Ayna said with a regretful look. "Remember that you have a sister. What if the fate is like Humai?"

Syakir's heart felt stabbed. She looked down as her mother asked a difficult question. He loved his sister very much and loved her very much. 

"That's not gonna happen, Ma. Giska was a kind and educated woman. He won't be as low as this woman."

Haidar who had been silent since. Now begin to justify his sitting. The man is seen staring at Humaira and Syakir alternately. 

See how Humaira is for the first time. Syakir's biological father can judge if Humai is a shy and quiet girl. From the way he sits, his behavior can make people judge the character of a person. 

"Papa wants you to take responsibility, Syakir. For what you did to Humai," said Papa Haidar slowly which made Syakir look at his parents in disbelief.

"No, Papa. Syakir does not love ***** this," Syakir exclaimed harshly. "Until now, Syakir won't." 

"Sayakir!" papa Haidar exclaimed furiously. "Papa and Mama are really disappointed with you. You've consciously taken something important in him and now you're throwing it away?" 

Papa Haidar and Mama Ayna looked at her son in silence. Syakir's face was completely confused at this moment.

"Do you want to be a coward?"

~Connected

Syakir is not a coward, Auntie. He's a dajjal incarnate man.

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