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...Believe what you are doing now. The patience you do will have sweet fruits that you will achieve in the future....

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

...🌴🌴🌴...

Humaira didn't reply to anything. He simply nodded and gripped the pillow to hold back his flowing tears. It feels Humaira wants to cry especially plus pregnant women are women who feel that makes it easily offended.

However, Humai did not want to make Syakir angry. Plus the man began to close his eyes which made the two-bodied woman walk straight towards the sofa.

He can't sleep on the floor. Humai is afraid something will happen with the child being conceived. Eventually, he decided to sleep on the sofa there. The sofa was indeed quite large and Humai was sure that he was enough to sleep there.

Slowly, Humai laid down his body. He placed his hand on the stomach and rubbed it gently.

The strong yes, son. Dad's not bad. Good father, we have a sofa here, Humai said in his heart.

Look at this gentle-hearted woman. He can still think positively to calm the child in his stomach. Humai indeed felt his stomach start stiffening. He tried to act as calm as possible.

"Grand again tired well," Humai asked quietly and his eyes looked at his flat stomach. "Let's rest. Mama's sleepy too." 

Finally, the eyes slowly closed. Humai was really trying to make himself comfortable despite just sleeping on the sofa. Ignoring the cold that the room AC gave so that his stomach began to calm and not experience cramps again.

Eventually the couple began to close their eyes. They fell asleep after a long drama between the two. Well Syakir, that guy doesn't care where Humai sleeps. He was engrossed in the softness of his bed and made it fall more and more to the bottom of the dream.

Likewise with Humai, the girl tried to make herself comfortable so that there was no quarrel this time. He does not want the attitude and nature of Syakir like this known by everyone. 

Moreover, Humai was aware of the reason why the two were married for what. A marriage that the man did not want but he could not refuse. Humai could only pray to God.

He could only ask that Syakir be given the gentleness of his heart. Can accept him and the prospective child conceived. At least enough to love their prospective children, it is more than enough according to Humai.

...🌴🌴🌴...

I don't know how long Humai has been asleep, he feels the longer Syakir's air conditioner feels very cold. Humai even hugged his own body. He also doesn't know what time it is.

Until a splash of water hit his face and made Humai quickly wake up and sit with breath faltering. 

"Basin' lazy!" shakir exclaimed in a satirical tone. "Wake up and get down for dinner!" 

"What time is it?" humai asked as he rubbed his wet face. 

"See for yourself!" shakir pointed to his expensive clock hanging on the wall. "Don't be a lazy woman who's hard to wake up to!" 

After saying that Syakir immediately sat on his bed with a laptop on his lap. Looks like the guy's doing a job. 

Not wanting to make Syakir angry. Humai went to the bathroom immediately. He washed his face for a while and changed his clothes. He did all of that quickly. Humai did not want Syakir to say it as a slow and slow woman. 

Until a knock on the door in his room along with Humai who just came out of the bathroom. The woman quickly opened the door and saw a woman she knew as a servant standing there.

"What's up, Ma'am?" humai asked kindly.

"Mr Syakir and Non Humai were asked to come down immediately because it was time for dinner" said the waiter politely.

"Yes, Mother. Thanks." Thanks." 

After the waiter died, Humai was about to re-enter. However, it turns out that behind him there is Syakir who stands with a sharp look at him.

Humai immediately lowered his head when he saw the expression of her husband who looked furious.

"Don't be a spoiled or slow woman near me. If not! Just look what I'm gonna do to you." 

After saying that, Syakir got rid of Humai's body by pulling her to the side and she immediately came out of the room. The man did not look back at me at all. He really doesn't care about Humai's feelings. 

The girl's eyes began to shed tears. Humai could only rub his stomach trying to calm down.

"Patience, Honey. Remember, you're still trying to get close to us. So you can't hate it well" Humai said, wiping away her tears.

He took a deep breath and soon followed the footsteps of Syakir who was about to reach the stairs. The man turned around and looked at Humai sharply.

"Stand beside me and walk here. Don't let Mama and Papa say I didn't treat you well, Slow Girl. You want them to scold me, huh?" 

Humai who quickened his pace quickly shook his head. He has no such thoughts. Even his wish to tell his two in-laws was not there. 

"Till you say anything bad about me to them. I'll force this child out of your body!" 

"Don't!" Humai immediately held his stomach.

His hands tremble with fear, if the words of Syakir are true.

"Remember this. Don't complain and don't tell anyone if you want this child to survive. Youunderstand?" 

"I understand!" 

"Let's go!" 

Eventually the newlyweds came down the street side by side. Humai's face was still pale and the fear within him gathered. He doesn't want his son to be fucked up. He wanted to see his son grow and develop in him. 

We need to be strong, son. I will do anything so that we can meet in the world, Humai said in his heart. 

"Good night" said Syakir before sitting down.

"What's up, kid? Why is your face pale?" ask Mama Ayna who is sensitive to the condition of her daughter-in-law.

He looked at Humai's face ashen with cold sweat. 

"Gapapa, Ma," Humai said quickly.

"Are you really not papa?" timpal Sefira then looked at her brother who was instead calmly taking a meal for himself. "It's not because of my brother, is it?"

Humai's body stiffened. She looked at her husband sitting next to her. With great effort, Humai gulped his saliva forcefully and shook his head.

"No, Fir. I just accidentally saw the birthing process on youtube and I was scared." 

"Why did you see it, honey?" mama Ayna asked with great attention. "Don't worry. Giving birth isn't that painful."

"So accidentally through the veranda, Ma," Humai said confidently. 

"Next time don't look at things like that. Let's not be afraid."

"Yes, Ma. Sorry," Humai said with a calm feeling of being able to convince her in-laws.

"Let's eat a lot now! You have to be healthy for your son, son."

Syakir really doesn't care. He ignored his wife and instead was engrossed in enjoying his own food.

"Sister!" 

"Shut up, Fira. I'm hungry!" syakir exclaimed because he knew that his sister would make him the little girl beside him.

Finally Mama Ayna gave the code to her second child to calm down. He helped his son-in-law get food and filled Humai's plate.

"It's too much, Ma," Humai said.

"It's quite. Your body is too thin for a pregnant woman. You have to eat so you and your granddaughter are healthy." 

Humai finally gave up. They started eating quietly. Everyone starts to focus on their food. Humai felt a squeeze of pain in his thigh and a voice that gave him goosebumps.

"Good! You are a obedient girl. Remember, you dare to complain, then one more step this child will come out of your body."

~Connected

Yes, yes, its name is dakjal drip. That makes darting mulu.

Who wants the groove is flat, this is still what chapter guys. Syakir's attitude as well where there is directly changed, hiks.

Sing patience well. This groove I have made as best as possible in the author's own mind. So different from the same HTS arranged the same Mas Bar and Mbak Meera real.

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