Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Sleeping On The Floor?

...Maybe this is a painful decision but I try to accept because I realize that my son also needs the love of his biological father even though it may be impossible for them to get....

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

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Finally the show was finished. The simple marriage ended and everyone started to leave the house of Syakir alternately. Everyone's face was very happy to see how the Syakir family banquet was not playing games. 

Even though it's just a marriage contract and a photo session. They still prepare buffets with luxurious and delicious food. However, Papa Haidar and Mama Ayna, are very happy with this marriage. 

She hopes that their first son will accept this fate and will carry out the role of a good husband and father-to-be for Humaira and their future son. 

"Take Humai to your room, Syakir! He also needs rest" said Mama Ayna as Syakir started to get off the couch and was about to pass.

Syakir. She looked at Mama Ayna in disbelief.

"But, Ma…" 

"Why? You want to refuse?" mama Ayna looked at her son. "Remember, Syakir! Now she's your wife. He is the heart of the household that you must take care of. In his stomach too, grew your son!" 

Syakir looked at his mother in disbelief. His ears to the heat when having to remember and discuss about the child who is very unexpected presence. 

"There, Honey. Follow your husband and go get some rest!" mama Ayna said to Humaira.

"Yes, Ma." Humai.

He stood up. Humai was actually scared. Especially when she stared intently at him. 

Without saying, the man immediately walked over first. He had no intention of helping or holding his wife's hand. Syakir really did not care about Humai that made Mama Ayna stand up and approach the woman who is now her daughter-in-law. 

"Slow down, son. Do not take the heart of Syakir's behavior. She doesn't know yet and hasn't seen the goodness of your heart" said Mama Ayna, who made Humai smile. 

Slowly the pregnant woman returned the hand of her in-laws. Then kiss her softly.

"Restui Humai yes, Ma. Pray Humai can get through it all." 

"Surely, Honey!" 

After that, Humai immediately walked up to Syakir. She saw the man who was her husband had climbed the stairs one by one to the second floor. Humai slowly climbed the stairs as well. Hold on to the edge of the stairs and start going up one by one.

Until the moment he got to the end, Humai stopped his steps. Her breathing was dull and she realized that being pregnant made her body a little weaker than usual.

"Come on!" syakir exclaimed with his firm voice as Humai did not walk immediately. 

Of course, it makes Sefira's best friend immediately walk quickly. He caught up with Syakir who was willing to open the door of his room.  

"That's a big fucking thing!" the lips that make Humai must be a lot of istighfar. 

When the two reached Syakir's room and the door was closed. Humai could smell the masculine scent of her husband's body. Somehow, according to Humai, the smell was so soothing to himself and the prospective child in his womb. 

"Remember! Never touch my things in this room or you, I'll kick and sleep outside" Syakir exclaimed, pointing at Humai's face.

"Yes, Bang!" replied Humai which made Syakir look at him sharply.

"I'm not your brother and you're not my sister!" shakir with a satirical tone. "Don't call me your village's style." 

After saying that, Syakir immediately opened the suit that had been attached to his body. He took off the suit on his bed, then alternated his socks and shoes which he placed carelessly.

Without saying hello or having Humai sit down, Syakir immediately went inside the bathroom. He felt sultry as well as his head hurt after going through many problems in one day.

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Finally when Syakir started to enter the bathroom. Humaira looked around. He saw the layout of the room that was very playful. From its black, gray and white color. Then some neatly arranged family photos on the wall and on the table.

All of that looks very neat and clean. Humai can judge if Syakir is a perfectionist man. Everything was perfect, even if it was just his room. 

As Humai was engrossed in walking around, the sound of knocking on the door of the room made him immediately walk up and open it.

"Fira," Humai said with a big smile.

"Sorry to interrupt well, Manten Baru," seduced Sefira then handed a small bag to Humai. 

"What's this?" 

Humaira smile. He nodded his head with his best friend's hand.

"Sir papa. I know Mama and Papa are busy."

"Judek. Login gih! Don't forget to rest. Pity my prospective father must be tired," said Sefira then began to push his best friend in.

Humaira quickly closed the door again. He put the little bag on the sofa that was there. Then start taking some toiletries and also the clothes that he will wear.

"Who's this?" humai muttered when he saw a pregnant mother dress that was very funny motive. 

Humai likes the color blue. He took it for him to wear. Until shortly, Syakir finally came out with only a towel covering the bottom only.

He left his upper body open with his wet hair. The man really did not consider Humai's existence in the slightest.

"Close your eyes and never look at me like that!" shakir shouted with his cold voice.

Humai was embarrassed to look at Syakir's body in awe. She did not expect the man who married her to have such a perfect body. Plus the muscles and also the stomach sispek with bread there increasingly make Humai's heart rustle.

Whether the baby is born or not. It feels like Humai wants to hold Syakir's muscle. She even wanted to hug her husband for a while. Don't want his mind going anywhere. Humai quickly brought his toiletries and clothes to the bathroom.

He had to clear his brain and fill his head with water. Somehow her mind became like this every time she saw her husband's face and body.

"I can't be like this. Although we are husband and wife, I do not have the right to touch her" Humai said in his heart with a sad feeling.  

He immediately took a shower and shampooed for his mind to calm down. He does not want to continue to imagine something that is already halal for him. Humai did not want Syakir to hate and insult him even more. 

After twenty minutes in the bathroom. Humai finally came out of the bathroom and was startled by a pillow on the floor. The confused Humai could only take the pillow and then hug her.

"Don't dream of sleeping on my bed, you little girl!" shakir exclaimed with his body lying down without looking at Humai. "Sleep wherever you want. On the floor or on the balcony of the room, whatever. I don't give a shit. For sure, don't ever wish you could throw yourself in my bed again!"  

~Connected

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The clip of the chapter, Jan forgot to stop by

Title: Elected Professor Michael Emerson

Author: SkySal

Footage...

"That's it.." exclaimed Zenwa who tried to toughen up "When we just go through this marriage for a few months, then after that, we get divorced." his advice which of course made Micheal gawk, Michael, I can't believe Zenwa's advice, which makes no sense.

"Zenwa, are you joking at a time like this?" asked Micheal and now Zenwa was the one who gawked.

"Are you accusing me of joking at a time like this?" Zenwa asked back with a look of disbelief.

"Then what crazy advice was that?" asked Micheal in a loud voice.

"I think that's good advice, you just make me an outlet and I don't love you either, so before we go too far, we'd better stop as soon as possible, it'll be better!" zenwa replied loudly as well.

"Do you think this is the story of the novels? At sinetron? Marriage contract? Or what?" micheal asked furiously which made Zenwa gasp. "This is a true story, Zenwa. One cannot marry for a divorce, I promise in the name of God, to be seen by Him, the Angel, and our family, and how can I renege on my promise intentionally?" Zenwa was stunned to hear what Micheal said, his eyes even as if saying the same thing, Zenwa could only bite his lower lip and he looked down deeply.

"I know I'm wrong." said Micheal, then "And you were right, I only made you an outlet, my decision was only due to a momentary emotion. But when I said the deal, then I strengthened my resolve, you will be the first and last woman in my life, I promise to be a husband worthy of you, and will treat you as a wife as best you can." Michael knelt down in front of his wife.

"But it really hurts" Zenwa said in a choked voice, "It's very tight here..." Zenwa held onto her chest which had felt so tight all along.

"I know, let me treat your pain, Zenwa!" persuade Micheal.

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