Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Rachel's Passion

...Right speech will always be covered with wrong words if hatred has enveloped his heart....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Finally after saying that, Syakir immediately went inside the house. He started to see some people pulling his suitcase.

"Don't touch any of my stuff!" syakir said in a cold tone. "Let me alone make it up." 

Finally the servant her mother hired nodded. They immediately pulled Humai's suitcase and some Home appliances to be cleaned. 

Syakir of course immediately put two more suitcases in the original place. Then he took the car keys because he wanted to get out.

With a bright smile the man turned the key in his hand. He passed Humai who was about to enter the house.

"Where are you going, brother?" humai asked with full gentleness.

"Ck!" Syakir grunting.

He turned his body and looked at Humai in annoyance. He is the most unruly person. Especially when asked like a child who wants to play.

"It's none of your business where I'm going!" shakir pointed at Humai's face.

"It's my business!" humai said slowly. "If Mama calls, Humai has to answer." 

Ah this pregnant woman is good at thinking about all the ways to know the news and where her husband is. Honest even though this marriage is due to force or the presence of children. Humai was still legitimate and halal asking her husband where he wanted to go. He was afraid that something would happen to Syakir. So Humai could come to his aid quickly. 

As for Syakir, the man began to digest Humai's words. What the little girl said was true. If the answer with Humai is the same, then the mother will not suspect if in fact she will go with the lover.

"I'm going to the apartment, get the office files!" 

After saying that, Syakir quickly turned around. He entered his car and immediately left Humai's house. 

The vehicle that was already invisible, made a smile on Humai's lips rise. At least he knows Syakir's weakness is his parents. So she could tell where her husband was going, if she used that excuse.

Slowly, Humai rubbed his stomach. He feels his son is comfortable living here.

"From now on Brother has to fight with Mom. We're trying to take Dad's heart slowly." 

...🌴🌴🌴...

Somewhere else.

Syakir arrived at his apartment. Immediately enter the place where there are so many memories there. Sweet or bitter memories are all here.

He smiled when he saw his girlfriend's heels were already there. With wide strides, Syakir ran to the second floor and quickly opened the door of his room.

"Honey," called Syakir in a slightly screaming voice.

"Yes?" a woman from the bathroom.

Syakir walked to the bathroom. He knocked slowly.

"You're taking a shower, hmm?" 

"Yes, Honey. Why?" ask the woman with her spoiled voice.

"Follow!" 

The woman chuckled. Rachel opened the bathroom door a little and popped her head there. 

"What do you want, honey?" rachel asked in a seductive tone. 

"You take a shower!" 

"May," said Rachel boldly. 

He slightly showed his legs that leveled out of the door until part of his body was almost visible to Syakir's eyes

As a normal man, Syakir swallowed his saliva looking at a part of Rachel's body that was very tempting. Large breasts with beautiful body curves. However, suddenly the shadow of the exotic-skinned woman's body twisted on her head and made her immediately shake her head.

I can compare my lover's body to that of my little girl, Shakir said in his heart. 

"What's up, honey?" rachel asked worriedly.

"Nothing, dear." 

"So take a shower?" god Rachel blinked her eyes spoiled.

"Other times. Suddenly I feel dizzy, dear." 

Rachel pretended to pout. He turned his lips and made Syakir feel guilty.

"Don't cut dong! I'll kiss this lips." 

"Belgium!" 

Syakir immediately kissed Rachel's lips. The two humans kissed hot until finally when Rachel's hand touched the gun from outside the pants making Syakir immediately release their kiss. 

"You're taking a shower, honey. Don't be cold for long!"

Rachel nodded. He immediately closed the bathroom door again. Syakir laid himself on the bed. Somehow he felt his mind had been doctored by the Cupu girl.

Every time he wants to do it with Rachel. Humai's shadow face must have come haunting. Until Syakir soon began to fall asleep. He does feel tired. 

I don't know how long he's been asleep. Suddenly Syakir woke up when a hug came hugging his body. She smiled as her lover hid her face on Syakir's neck. 

"What's the hmm?" 

"I miss you, baby," whispered Rachel spoiled. 

Syakir slowly opened his eyes. He rubbed his lover's back gently.

"I miss you too." 

Rachel slowly raised her face. The sight of the two met until Syakir suddenly sat down with Rachel on his lap.

"What's your cheek, honey?" asked Syakir angrily. "Who slapped you?" 

Honestly, Syakir did not pay too much attention to the face of his lover. Moreover, his face was wet and there were traces of soap foam that made him unable to see clearly.

Rachel slowly cried. He hugged Syakir's body and made the man even more angry as well as worried.

"Tell me, who did this?" 

"Your mother, dear," he said, to Syakir's surprise. 

The man let go of his lover's embrace and cupped both sides of Rachel's face. 

"How come? How could Mama slap you?" 

"It's all because of your wife!" 

"Wife?" shakir did not believe.

"Yes. Your wife was my college friend. I greeted him when he was at the restaurant. But suddenly he cursed me in public" Rachel said with tears. "I'm defending myself dong. Just I want to volunteer. Your mom came and slapped me. He said don't bother his daughter-in-law."

Syakir's body stiffened. His emotions began to gather in his head. He even clenched his hands until his nails turned white from over-straining his emotions.

"He must be taught a lesson, my dear!" shakir shouted furiously.

"Don't. No need, darling. I'm afraid your mama hates me even more!" whining Rachel furiously. "Or she must have complained to your mother and said it was me." 

Syakir. He cupped both of his lover's faces by rubbing the cheeks that still left a red mark even though it began to fade. 

"He wouldn't dare complain, honey. I have to teach him a lesson!" shakir shouted with great anger.

"Don't be too mean to him, honey. Poor thing!" rachel said softly.

Syakir. "You're too good for him. Look it!" 

"You got slapped and you can still be good to that woman?" shakir did not think out. "He's evil and cunning."

"Maybe he wants to get you, honey. That's all!" 

"No. That was her dream. I only have you, dear." 

Rachel nodded. He smiled with a cheerful heart. Finally the plan worked. He does not need to dirty his own hands if through his lover he can do everything.

"I know, honey. You're mine." 

~Connected

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