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...Marriage is not about qobiltu nikaha and legitimate. But how the couple made their household into a way for them to go to heaven and end up with sakina, mawaddah and warrahmah....

...~Humaira Khema...

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"I'm not the coward, Papa! But he threw himself on my bed!" bela Syakir will not lose.

Humai who heard it began to not stand it. The two girls hands clenched firmly as the unceasingly newly encountered man continued to insult her. 

If he can choose, he doesn't want to be here. Fall into the arms of the man who took her virginity. If possible, Humai would rather commit suicide. He chose to go far away from this cruel world.

Humai is not strong. He almost gave up. However, the shadow of his sister's face, Rein. Shown in his mind. How Rein was currently struggling to continue to heal. Why did he give up and want to die?

"Why shut up, hee? Do you realize that this mistake was because of you?" shakir pointed at Humai's face.

Rein's older brother looked up. He looked at Syakir closely.

"Originally you know, if I wanted to, I wouldn't be here! I don't even know you!" humai said firmly. "I just don't understand how I got here."

"Huh, bullshit!" syakir said shaking his hand in disbelief at Humai's words. "The excuse of such poor people who need money must be bragging." 

"Sayakir!" mama Ayna exclaimed in anger.

The usually soft face began to blush. She couldn't stand the words of her son that were so painful. 

Syakir has gone too far according to him. 

"He's a girl. You are in this world because of women. Your sister is also a girl. Do you want your bad things to happen to your mom and sister, huh?"

Mama Ayna is notoriously gentle. However, if his heart is disappointed. Women who already have two children can be a firm and authoritative figure. 

"This mama never taught you that. She's after all!" Show Ayna to Humai. "You fucked her. You raped her." 

"But I'm drunk, Ma. I'm not conscious."

"You don't want to, consciously or unconsciously. Can you give back the virginity you took?" 

Telak.

Syakir started to shut up. The first child of Haidar and Ayna bowed. He can't defend anything anymore. It's his fault too.

Why is he drinking so much?

Why could he do it without seeing who was on his bed! 

"Mama, I…" 

"Ust!" Ayna asked Syakir to be quiet.

He doesn't want to hear anything anymore. He said his first son could not be allowed to speak for himself. Syakir should be kept away from that crazy woman. 

It turns out that the effect of the closeness of the two makes Syakir more brutal and has no soul to appreciate a woman.

"Mama wants you to marry her. Mama wants you to take responsibility!"

The hearts of the two old men were slipping. Syakir folded his hand tightly grasping. His chest rumbled and he wanted to explode. 

I think Syakir wants to refuse. However, seeing her mother's eyes that began to water made guilt now wrapped her heart. 

The man looked down. Syakir could not see his mother crying because of him. Syakir always obeyed his mother and father. He never refused anything his mother and father wanted. 

However, the lack of syakir there is only that one. He couldn't choose which pair was really good and which wasn't. Where his love is reciprocated with only being used. 

"Sayakir!" haidar shouted slowly. "Since childhood, Mama and Papa have always taught you the meaning of responsibility. So…" 

"All right…! 

"No!" reject the Humai that made the three pairs of eyes stare at him. 

"Why, Son?" ask Ayna slowly. 

The mother of two moved seats. He sat himself beside Humai and took one of his hands. 

"Why?" 

Humai took his breath so deeply. He has already made his decision.

"I don't want him to be held responsible for a compulsion, Om, Auntie," Humaira said softly. "Humai does not want the sacred marriage to be a joke." 

Mama Ayna's heart was touched. From this he could see that Humaira was a good girl. He was wronged but he did not demand. 

"But, son," said Mama Ayna holding Humaira's hand.

He rubbed the back of the hand gently.

"You've been tainted, son. You've been taken mad by Auntie's son" Mama Ayna said carefully. "Tante just wants him in charge." 

Humaira forced her smile. He shook his head with a heart that was actually broken.

Which woman is fine after her virgin is taken?

Which woman had her heart intact, after her pride was trampled by her unknown man?

"It was an accident, Auntie. We both don't want it." 

Humaira. He brushed off the flowing tears. His body is getting tired. He wants to rest soon. However, Rein's face that continues to be imagined in his eye patch makes Humai want to go to the hospital right now.

"What if you're pregnant?"

Humai's heart stopped beating. He almost forgot about it. He almost forgot the fact that body relations could make him two-bodied. 

"Tante does not want Aunt's grandson to be someone else's gossip. Aunty doesn't want, Aunt's grandson is tormented because of you two. Auntie wants her to be raised by a whole family!" 

Mama Ayna looks chuckle. He really felt this was his best chance. A chance to release his son from the matre woman's entanglement.

This may be the path God gives. The best way for his son to escape from the figure named Rachel. 

"Auntie please, Humai. Please think carefully, son." 

Humaira felt a pain in her head. He really thought hard. Since then why did his brain not think about the impact.

A big impact that will change everything. Changed the fate of the two who were somehow. 

"Humaira stays with this decision, Auntie. Sorry," Humai said quietly for fear of hurting Mama Ayna. "Humai wants this marriage not only to reach the legal point, but how it can end with God himself who will separate this relationship."

"Don't be selfish, son. Don't be selfish for the sake of this child," said Mama Ayna would not give up. "After all, he's my biological grandson." 

"Alright," said Humai suddenly who made Syakir, Haidar and Mama Ayna turned their heads.

The three stared at the figure of the woman whose face began to look calm. They were both thinking about what Humai would say tonight.

"What's okay, son?" ask Mama Ayna slowly.

"Humaira wants to marry a son, Auntie. On condition…" 

Humaira. He looked at Mama Ayna, Papa Haidar and Syakir alternately. It's not for his good but for his son's good if indeed he really grows in his stomach.

"When Humaira was really pregnant with Auntie's offspring."

~Connected

Is there anything like Humaira?

Marriage is not the intention of the marriage but the marriage is the longest worship.

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