Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Marrying

...Either I should call it about a marriage so sacred or my path to heaven through patience in a marriage. I don't know what fate is but I'm trying to be as good as I can....

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

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Finally the day that awaited arrived. The day she becomes the wife of a man she never knew. Become a companion of the man who takes his honor and becomes a mother of a male descendant who was never unexpected by him.

The woman must have thought of everything. Thinking about how the meeting happened, what kind of destiny God had prepared for him and never existed in his life. 

Married at this age, left many ideals that he hoped first when studying and ended with him who had to be strong to live life because of a small figure in his stomach.

He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes examined how he looked from top to bottom. It was a very different appearance from the usual Humaira.

A beautiful white kebaya clung onto her petite body. Then her face that was polished by a famous make up certainly made her conjured like a princess of the king. Then the exotic skin further adds to the sexy impression of each and every hand that adorns it. 

Humaira even became festering with her appearance. He did not expect that the one standing was a reflection of himself. A reflection he had never thought of before.

Until accidentally, his eyes looked at the flat stomach. There was something rustling in his heart every time he remembered the growing figure within him.

Hand raised. He rubbed his stomach quietly because there was no one there. In that room there was only Humaira alone because the make-over was told to go out to enjoy the food. 

"It's for you, son," Humai said with an excruciating pain. "You don't want to be born any different than others. You have a father even if your father doesn't want to touch you." 

Humai was just an ordinary pregnant woman. Sometimes in his heart he wished just once, Syakir held his stomach. Greeting her growing child there, giving the best prayer for their child even if only once in their life.

This kid is innocent. He was present because of his mistake and Syakir. He also never asked to be present in the world. Nor will he know who God will put in his womb.

But why is his fate so bitter?

But why did he bear all the faults of his parents?

"One day, if you never admit you, you should know. There's still Mom who's gonna be your front guard, son." 

Simultaneously, a sound of the door being opened made Humai turn around. There she saw her future mother-in-law walking towards her with an equally beautiful appearance.

"God willing. You're beautiful, honey," praised Mama Ayna staring at the results of the make over which is so incredible.

She had always been able to guess if Humai had her own inner beauty. Her face was pustular but she had a hidden beauty. If polished a little, taught to take care of his face. Mama Ayna believes Humai can be like the woman out there. 

Beautiful, sexy, and fashionable. But unfortunately, this prospective daughter-in-law is different from the women out there. Humaira never thought about her appearance. His hard life and used to study and work, made him not do self-care.

Moreover, Humai can also guess how much money will be spent to take care of him. He doesn't want to be extravagant just for himself. There are so many needs this time plus he has to save a lot for the preparation of the little one in his stomach.

"Thank you, Ma. Mama is also beautiful," Humai replied in embarrassment.

Mama Ayna rubbed Humai's head gently. He really loved this girl sincerely. It is not about Humai conceiving his son's offspring. However, her kindness made Mama Ayna very happy that her son was married to Humai.

He even thanked the trap for helping his son from Rachel's evil life. He himself did not want his son to fall more and more in the charm of the matre girl. Mama Ayna can only hope and pray, hopefully Syakir can see the goodness of Humai and find the ugliness of Rachel that has been hidden all this time. 

"By, Ma." 

"Whatever happens later. Please be honest with Mama well," pinta Ayna expectantly.

"I mean, Mama?" Honestly Humai was still confused by what request was asked by his future father-in-law.

"After marriage to your son. Anyway Syakir attitude, please be honest with Mama well. Although he's Mama's biological son. If Syakir is wrong, Mama will advise him" said Mama Ayna slowly. "So don't cover up the ugliness of Syakir, son. Tell everything to Mama. Especially when it comes to this baby."

Humai looked at his future-in-law with a full day. He didn't think God was that good to him. When her late birth mother herself educated her like that. Different from Mama Ayna. 

This middle-aged woman in front of him was very kind to him. His heart was soft and never said anything that could hurt his heart. She was actually found by God as a substitute mother.

She used to want to have a good mother, a gentle and sincere mother to her. However, it turns out that God gave her another mother. The mother who will be the grandmother of the child conceived. The mother of the man who took his honor. 

"I'll try, Ma. Pray for Humai. Pray that Humai can beat everything. If Humai is not strong, Humai will tell the same story, Mama." 

Mama Ayna nodded. She immediately hugged Humai slowly. Rubbed his back with a deep feeling of affection. She really had hope that this girl who was pregnant with her granddaughter could change her child's destiny.

I can turn Syakir into a better person. Can lead his son into a more mature figure and it can happen with the effort and blessing of God.

"Don't cry, son. We just have to wait a little more Syakir said that sacred sentence."

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Different from the atmosphere above. Below, Syakir had been silent since. His head bowed waiting for the recitation of the holy verse of the Koran that had been proclaimed since. 

That guy is really tired of sitting here. He felt depressed and embarrassed if everyone who was a witness here saw the face of the cute girl.

Syakir felt that he would be humiliated in a moment and it was able to tarnish his good name. 

"Are you ready, Son Syakir?" ask Mr. Penghulu who will marry Syakir today.

Syakir has not answered. He looked at his father sitting next to him. Since then his father did not want to look at his face and it made him feel sick.

"Ready, sir," he replied quietly.

Slowly the two hands began to be joined together. Syakir took his breath so deeply, imagining that soon his life would be different. From his free self, there will be restraints. From his usual happy self in his own way, now began to be indicated by the arrival of Humai in his life.

Everything will really break down and become bad, according to Syakir. Until the man's daydreams are scanty when the penghulu starts reading the very sacred kabul phrase. 

"Paid Cash!" 

"I received his marriage and marriage, Humaira Khema Shireen bint Seno Ibrahim, with the dowry paid in cash!" 

~Connected

Wey finally got married. Do not forget the card well let the author the spirit of typing. Yakali again khilaf there is a scene ehemnya hahaha.