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Who's Rachel?

...The figure that was supposed to be home to me turned out to be the main trigger for my mental breakdown all this time....

...~Humaira Khema Shireen's...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally Humaira today college in a pretty messed up state. His hair was wet because he had to wash his hair that was exposed to water and stuffing meatballs in the bathroom. Then for clothes, Humaira often brought a change of clothes in her locker for fear of rain.

It was fortunate that all of that he could handle well and make him survive an incident like this. Yet, still. No one's mental state knows. Behind the fine words he always uttered. There is a feeling of a broken heart not being left.

There was a feeling of fear, pain, insecurity piled into one. All of that is the effect of the bullying and doctrine of his own birth mother. However, as best as possible Humaira always acted as if everything was fine.

"Did you go straight home?" ask Sefira when the two are finished with the lecture schedule today.

Humaira nodded. He stared at the old-fashioned watch attached to his wrist. 

"Today the cafe is closed. So I'm off work" he told me.

In addition to being a student. Humaira is a cafe worker. He worked to increase his allowance and some of the necessities he had to buy himself.

Humaira has always tried to be independent. He could not bear to see his mother had to work alone since the figure of his father died. 

He is as good as possible not to bother his mother. The attitude of Shadiva towards him. Humaira still loves her mother.

"I'll go home first, Mai. You're careful on the road" Sefira said as her pickup car arrived. "You really don't want me anterin?" 

Humaira's head shook. "I'm still going to the bookstore, Fir." 

"Judek. Let me anterin," said Sefira pushy.

"No need. Go home first. I'm going to take an online motorcycle taxi" Humaira replied, closing the door to her best friend's car.

Sefira's face pouted. During their friendship. Humaira never wanted to get in her car. Even though it rained. The girl would rather wait than be escorted by Sefira.

"Judek. I'm home dad. At home, you tell me. Bye bye!" 

"Bye!" 

After the car Sefira. Humaira quickly stepped her foot. He looked to the right and to the left before crossing the street. Today he wants to walk. I don't know why Humai didn't want to get home soon.

The place that was supposed to be his home was snared up comfortably. The building that was supposed to be a place to complain was no more like a building like hell.

What he does is always wrong. What he wants is never fulfilled. Everything must be guided and ruled. He was depressed but could not scream. He wanted to fight but his heart loved his mother very much.

"Can I catch up with Dad?" he muttered as his footsteps stopped in front of a shop selling dolls. 

His lips curled upwards. The memory of how his father who always gave him a doll when he was sad or scolded by his mother is now starting to be imagined.

Only his father's figure was always fair between him and his sister. Only his father always stood up for Humai when his mother did not treat him like Rein. 

"Honestly I'm tormented here, Dad. I don't have a backrest" he said with a bow.

Humai slowly wiped away her flowing tears. He took his breath so deeply to neutralize his constantly pounding heart. His emotions are still irregular every time he remembers the figure of his father.

"I miss you, Dad," he continued, trying to smile.

Humaira quickly continued her footsteps. He really enjoyed every trip he took. Although far away, he felt happy. Until shortly, the building of his house began to be seen.

Humaira further accelerated his steps when he saw the figure of his mother who was sweeping the yard.

"Ashen…" 

"Where's your mask, Mai? Why aren't you wearing it?" shadiva asked, greeting his son.

The mother of two children quickly put down the broom she held. He walked closer to the figure of Humai who was pecking at his place. 

"Why don't you wear a mask anyway?" shadiva said in an annoyed tone. "It's been a lot of dust in the afternoon, Humai. Dirty too. If you don't wear a mask, your face will be a lot of dust and your acne will not heal." 

"Sorry, Mom," he said in a hoarse voice.

"I'm sorry but you didn't do it!" said the middle-aged woman with a heavy sigh. "There to the room. Wash your face and wear a face mask."

"Good, Mom." 

Humaira quickly put her foot in. Again his tears came down. He was completely alone in this house. When he wanted to tell me about the events on his campus but he always didn't. 

Looks like God predestined me to keep all these wounds to myself. Healing her alone without the help of others, Humai muttered inwardly as she closed the door of her room and locked it.

...🌴🌴🌴...

Elsewhere, a handsome man was sitting quietly in his chair with his eyes staring at the laptop screen. His sturdy body wrapped in a shirt further adds to the charisma of a handsome and workaholic man.

This day he did not get out of his great chair. His many work makes him have to feel at home in his work space. Until shortly, the sound of an open door followed by the presence of the figure of his right hand made the man's attention distracted. 

"Sorry, Mr. Syakir. I'm interrupting your time. There is outside…"

"Darling" whined a woman who entered at will. "This secretary of yours is blocking me from entering!" 

The woman's face looked so upset. Her lips pouted by looking at her lover's right hand. Syakir who saw the arrival of his lover immediately pulled his waist closer.

"You can go, Adam!" syakir said to his secretary.

"Ready, Sir. Excuse me."

After Adam. The woman whose face was still pouting quickly sat herself on the lap of the lover. He wrapped his hands around Syakir's neck spoiled.

"Don't frown, Rachel Maureen Jovita. It feels like I want to devour your sex lips, dear," Syakir whispered in a sensual tone. 

"I'm upset with your secretary. She always stops me from meeting you, honey," Rachel fights spoiled.

Syakir sighed softly. "He was just following orders from Mama and Papa. You know it yourself, right? How am I supposed to be stranded in this cold city?"

Rachel nodded. He pulled Syakir's neck and gave him a kiss there. 

"Don't fuck me, honey. I wouldn't stand it if you…" 

"Don't fuck around. I'm in trouble" whispered Rachel and stuck out her tongue and licked Syakir's neck.

"Darling!" shakir growled.

Rachel chuckles. He moved his face away from Syakir's neck and then gave a gentle kiss on his lips.

"I love you, baby." 

Syakir smile. She knew very well that if her lover was in this fashion there must be something she wanted.

"What do you want, honey?" ask Syakir attentively.

Rachel's eyes were shining so brightly. "You're very sensitive, Baby." 

"Of course," Syakir replied to his lover. "You want what, hmm?"

"There's a collection of fancy new bags, dear. I want that," whined Rachel spoiledly. "Can?" 

"of course. What you can't do" replied Syakir, who was already acutely purified. "Let's buy it!" 

~Connected

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