Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
The Arrival of the Acute Bucin

...If most people say good people are hypocrites. Then learn to be one of them so you know how useful it is to be them....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

A woman was closing her eyes quietly on the chair on the balcony of the room. He was silent alone as if enjoying the night wind that greeted him.

She was a little calmer when her in-laws told her they had asked Jay to stay at the hotel because he wanted to spend time together. Either that's just an excuse because Sefira might say what happened at home or it was just a coincidence.

However, whatever the reason. Humaira felt it was better that her son did not see her like this. He's really fucked up with this. 

All the reasons that always come to mind. All the reasons he always looked for why Rachel was being so outrageous to him. It can be answered today. He could deduce the common thread that was going on between the two of them. 

"Why didn't Papa tell me?" he muttered to himself.

Humaira doesn't care about anything. The air on the balcony of the room was cold. He remained engrossed in this calmness. The sound of crickets that become the rhythm of his friend makes it seem more calming here. 

Until finally, when Humaira almost closed. A movement in his body made him spontaneously wake up and hit the perpetrator.

"Hey, Honey. Relax!" said Syakir who apparently held a blanket in his hand.

Humaira widened her eyes. She looked at her ex-husband.

"How did you get in?" humai asked with an incredulous look.

Syakir did not answer. He instead chose to sit next to his ex-wife and looked at her fixedly. 

"Don't look at Humai constantly" he said with a misbehavior.

Humaira just remembered that she had not bathed since her return with Sefira earlier. He also still dressed the same with my face and made him not confident. 

"Why?" tanya Syakir intends to tease. 

Honestly seeing the expression on the face of his ex-wife made Syakir aware that Humaira had been crying. Swollen eyes, flushed nose and face indicate that Humaira is not okay.

And Syakir, of course, knows why. He is also here because his younger brother Sefira told him about Humai's quarrel with his papa. He was told directly by Sefira what really happened and made him come here without having to go home from the restaurant.

"I haven't had a bath" Humai chirped as he covered his face so Syakir couldn't look at him anymore. 

Slowly Syakir's hands stretched out. He grabbed his ex-wife's arm and opened it so he could see Humai's face freely. 

"You are always beautiful in my eyes" said Syakir, who invited Nata Humai to spin lazily.

This is not the case once or twice for the Syakir model cassanova. Her mode like this always makes Humai ketar ketir long ago.

The first look that made her fall in love with Syakir when the man was in cassanova fashion. His charm, his sharp eyes. Then don't forget his appearance so caught Humai's attention.

"It doesn't affect the fighting like that" Humai sneered while chuckling.

Syakir smile. Finally he could see the smile of his ex-wife again. It was easy to make Humai forget his sadness. However, Syakir also believes that his ex-wife is a woman who is good at covering her heart. 

"Don't cry anymore well," said Syakir suddenly who made Humai's smile recede. 

"Give me a reason why I can't cry? Though I'm sure you know the reason why I cried tonight" Humai said slowly but pierced Syakir's soul.

He knew his ex-wife was feeling a deep sense of disappointment. He felt that everything that happened might have something to do with him. 

"Because your tears are too precious to cry for them" Syakir said seriously. "Even I don't deserve it." 

Syakir is closer to his seat. He raised his hand and rubbed the tear marks that were still on Humai's cheeks. The man even deliberately pulled both corners of Humai's lips upwards.

"Keep smiling well. Whatever happens there will definitely be a solution" Syakir said with his head nodding and that made Humaira involuntarily nod her head as well. 

What her ex-husband said was true. What happens in the world, what becomes a problem there must be a reason behind it. There must be a right way to solve all those problems until they are finished.

"And Brother Syakir, must be here to strengthen me" Humai's plea made Syakir's feelings warm.

He feels prioritized. He felt Humai no longer shyly expressing his feelings. Syakir even felt that Humai was currently more open. 

Until finally the attention of the two switched when hearing the sound of the car. Humai and Syakir looked at each other and soon Humai walked towards the end of the balcony. 

From where he stood, Humai could see his Papa hugging his mother tightly. Even with the romantic the man kissed his wife's forehead fondly.

"Did Papa go to Malang tonight too?" he muttered to himself.

There was a sad feeling when she saw her mother wipe the tears in her eyes. Humai was sure his mother was sad. But how else. 

Rachel needs her papa too. Rachel had also unknowingly become the figure that was the responsibility of her father.

Humaira is focused on the scenery below. Until it made him unconscious if Syakir was already standing behind him. Slowly the man hugged Humai from behind.

He who needed a hug certainly let Syakir embrace him. Even quietly, the mother of one child twisted her body and finally she hugged Syakir's body tightly. 

"Promise for the last time you cry. But after that you have to go through everything with a smile," said Syakir who soon began to sound a sobbing and trembling body of the figure he embraced. 

There was nothing the man could do. He let Humai vent everything by crying loudly. He knew being a Humai wasn't easy.

She was a victim of a broken home. Her life with Shadiva and her husband, made Humai a child who gets unfair affection. He who is always compared and demanded to be perfect can certainly feel what Rachel feels. 

However, the difference here Humai is able to handle it well. Take him to the positive and make him a person who is always careful in speaking. 

He also showed himself to be a better person. Although he knew his struggle was always wrong in the eyes of Shadiva. 

"Sister" Humai said after he calmed down.

"Yes?" answer Syakir slowly.

Slowly the embrace came off. Humaira raised her head in order to be able to stare at Syakir's face clearly.

"Take me to Malang. I also want to see Rachel." 

~Connected

Sad people look for opportunities. Cassanova brain if again bucin yes like this, haha.