Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Kiss Ending Application

...Sometimes there is a sense of trauma that can be cured by the way we deal with it ourselves. Fight that fear with our courage and assisted by the strength of the person who supports us....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Humaira took her breath so deep. Both of them were standing right in front of the door of Syakir's apartment. The ex-husband and wife looked at each other. It was as if Syakir was trying to ask if Humai was still capable or not.

"Open, Brother. I can fight it!" humai said with certainty.

The trauma must be fought with the confidence of his heart. He might be scared but if nothing makes him fight. Then the trauma will eat away at him for as long as he lives. 

Humai only wanted to heal that wound. He wanted to replace those bad memories with good ones. He wants to make peace with the situation.

He wants to prove that he will never be affected by events in the past. He was completely sincere and able to get through everything without resentment.

Clik.

"Come on!" invite Syakir to extend his arms that had been released.

Humaira smile. He nodded his head and accepted the words. He quickly entered the place where he first met Syakir. 

The first time in his life was ruined because of the loss of honor that he had been guarding. The place where everything just happened until the figure of Jay appeared between the two.

Slowly, Syakir turned on the apartment lights until the room was so bright. Humaira looked around. He closed his eyes as he began to feel an uneasy air within him. However, an increasingly tight grip made Humai aware that he was not alone. 

"Enough?" syakir asked by rubbing Humai's sweaty forehead.

"Come, Brother. Continue!" 

They continued their footsteps. Walk towards the living room which is still covered with white cloth. Yeah, before leaving this apartment. Syakir covered all his goods with a white cloth so as not to dust.

"Wait here!" 

Syakir let go of their grasp. He pulled the white cloth slowly so that the woman he loved could sit down.

"Let Humai help!" humai exclaimed directly holding the white cloth at the other end. 

Syakir did not refuse. He nodded his head and began to cooperate. Both of them opened the entire white cloth on the first floor.

Humaira also began to occupy her mind with this clean-up. At least he tried not to remember the right that traumatized him even for a moment. 

"Oh good thing it's still on" Syakir said as he turned on the water in the sink. 

He was quick to wash his hands. After that, open the cabinets in the kitchen to find something to enjoy.

"Find what, brother?" 

"Food or no drink. You must be tired, right?" 

Humai smiling. He was lucky to see the change of Syakir. How the man who is getting attention and care about the surrounding.

"Let's just that later, brother. We better get this done" Humai told her ex-husband. 

"But I'm gonna call the apartment, honey. I will ask for help to buy food and drinks," said Syakir who still remembers the figure he often asked for help when he ran out of ingredients.

Humai could not refuse. He preferred to walk towards the stairs until his gaze looked up.

"You can, Mai." 

Humaira began to climb the stairs leading to the second floor. Syakir who was busy calling certainly did not see the action of his ex-wife.

Humai's getting bolder there. Although cold sweat filled both of his palms. Even Humai slowly gulped his own saliva roughly as he felt dry in his throat. 

Humai's heart is beating. He felt almost dazed and fell if there was no Shakir to catch him.

"What are you doing here, honey?" ask the grateful Syakir come at the right time. "Let's get off!" 

"No!" Humai refused.

He tried to normalize his heartbeat as his breathing began to shorten. Honestly, he was scared. However, Humai tried to fight him.

"Come in, brother. Help Humai forget those memories again!" pinta Humai stared at the pair of Syakri eyes that were fixedly staring at him.

Syakir finally knew he couldn't back down. Sometimes nodding and the two begin to stand side by side and hold each other tightly.

"I'll make you heal, honey." 

The two started to step in. Humai's gaze was immediately fixed on the bed. The bed in which his honor was forcibly taken while he was unconscious.

Their grip is getting tighter. However, both of their steps did not slacken. Syakir brought his ex-wife near the window and began to open the curtain until Syakir's room began to light up.

Humaira can see Malang from here. He was even closer to the window and touched the glass.

"Beautiful" she said with a sweet smile.

Subconsciously the smile appeared on Humai's lips and it made Syakir feel happy and happy. The two eyes are now looking at each other.

Both Syakir and Humai try to make both comfortable and calm here. However, it turns out that the attitude of the Syakir cassanova reappeared.

Something within him began to rebel as his eyes involuntarily stared at Humai's lips which were so seductive.

Same with Humai. I don't know what got into him. He saw Syakir's face getting handsome. Even the perfect sculpture made him subconsciously extend his hand and rub the firm jaw so quietly.

It certainly makes Syakir's body stiffen. However, he did not reject that elusan. He let the woman he loved hold his face. Until finally, I don't know who started, the faces of the two got closer.

Both Syakir and Humai stared at each other without a blink. It was as if the two were praising each other for the perfect sculpture of each other. 

Until soon, slowly the lips of the two met. A kiss was given by Syakir until it ended with a kiss. 

Syakir held both sides of Humai's face as the kiss channeled their feelings. Same with Humai. He who still felt stiff and unskilled in this scene began to dissolve with the lip game Syakir.

The two lips sipped each other and their tongues stuck out to each other exposing the lips of the two in turn.

The sound of the sneer certainly began to sound and unconsciously Humai's hand was also raised and coiled around Syakir's neck.

The two pressed each other as if they did not want to end the kiss. However, the oxygen that began to run out made Syakir inevitably have to release it before his common sense is lost.

He is an ordinary human. He also had something that made him want to feel that pleasure again. However, he was aware. He didn't want to make a mistake the second time.

"Sorry," shouts Syakir as their kiss comes off.

However, their faces were still close together. The noses of the two of them were touching each other slowly.

"I can't hold myself back." 

Humia's cheeks are red. She also realized that she was enjoying her ex-husband's lip game. Even that right somehow made her feelings much calmer.

"This is the last time I kiss your lips, dear," said Syakir who made Humai look into Syakir's eyes fixedly. "I'll kiss you again after we're both remarried."

"You want to, right? Building another household with me, being a whole parent to Jay and bringing together our love in halal ties?" 

~Connected

Agh I write this chapter can hear the grin itself. It feels meleyot. Accept it, yeah? haha