Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
The slap!

...I've received a lot of mental pain in the past, but when you do, it's all neatly stored in my memory....

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

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"Miss, it's better to just rest. Let us cook for dinner" said the waiter who was still there.

Humaira who was preparing food ingredients immediately turned her head. The girl knew that the three maids hired by her mother-in-law must be worried about her. However, tonight, he wanted to start cooking on his own.

Although forbidden, Humai only wants to live his life as a wife. However the household goes, however the marriage takes place. Wife is still a wife. They were married and approved by God. 

Humai must continue to carry out his duties as a wife and mother-to-be for their child. She should be able to accept all the treatment of her husband. 

"Miss," called the waiter again who was standing nearby. "The lady will be upset if she finds out Miss went to the market herself and is now cooking herself." 

Humai smiling. He held the hand of this middle-aged woman and gave a look of confidence.

"Don't worry, Mom. Humai will be fine. I'll just rest with the others." 

Look, a woman's heart is this soft. He always respected people without seeing his status. Loving everyone who treated him well. 

Humai feels he is valued by people is happiness for him. For him who has been bullied often by people. Its existence is not considered. Therefore, as long as they are kind to him, Humai will respond as best he can.

"Miss…" 

"Mom can help, Humai. How's it?" 

Wanting to be forced into anything, Humai understood the worries of this middle-aged woman in front of him. They must have been afraid something happened to Humai who was pregnant young. Plus how possessive it is in-laws that make them definitely afraid.

Humai began to cook the food with a happy heart. She used to love to cook but she kept it when her mother never let her into the kitchen. 

The late Mama Shadiva always said, if Humai's job is to study and work on the side. He doesn't need to do homework to get more study time. 

Therefore, he always studied but never practiced. Then now, when he can move around here and there freely. Doing anything in the kitchen that he used to want to go into makes for a sense of pride and pleasure for him. 

Finally at half-time seven in the evening. The dinner menu is ready on the dining table. Humai smiled proudly at himself for being able to go through the first process of scrambling his own kitchen.

"We go home first yes, Miss," said the three maids to Humai who was staring at the dining table.

"Eh don't, ma'am," Humai said.

He took the three men to the kitchen and gave them three food stalls that he had prepared.

"This is for Mom at home" he sincerely shared. 

"But, Non. It's too much." 

Humai. He smiled as he stroked the back of the hand of the woman who helped him cook.

"Mommy helped Humai finish the house from morning. Humai really wants to say thank you very much" Humai said sincerely.

"We thank you too, Miss. May Allah ease all affairs, Miss," said the three sincerely.

"Aamiin's." 

Humaira finally delivered the three servants' departure. He even waved his hand with a smile of happiness. There was nothing in Humai's heart that distinguished him and the three servants. He thinks everything in this world is the same. 

"Now, we wait for your father to come home, son," Humai said stroking his stomach. 

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I don't know how long it's been waiting. The two-bodied woman faithfully awaits the arrival of her husband. Since then he sat on the living room sofa while occasionally staring at the clock hanging on the wall of his house. 

The hour hand has shown ten o'clock at night and until now has not been seen Syakir's nose in the slightest. The man had really not come home and made Humai feel worried.

She was about to call her husband but did not have the man's mobile number. The only thing he could do was wait.

"Where are you, brother? Why not go home!" 

A wife's heart is still as soft as cotton. Abusive acts of the husband will not make him shaken by the worry of waiting for the return of the husband to the house. 

"Do I have to call Sefira and ask for Kak Syakir's mobile number?" he muttered to himself. "But later if Fira asks further. How's it?"

When Humai almost pressed the call button. A car engine sound in front of his house made Humai's lips curl upwards. He quickly got out of the house and saw Syakir had just got out of the car.

"Sister darima.. Aw!" 

Humai grimacing. Syakir grabbed her hand and pulled her into the house.

"What's wrong?" 

"I'm not your brother!" he shouted in a cold tone. 

Humai was able to see how Syakir's facial expression was like holding back anger. The man's face was crimson with rustling teeth holding back his overflowing emotions.

"Sister!" 

"You!" shakir let go of Humai's hand violently.

He pointed at Humai's face and did not care how the woman who was his wife was in pain. 

"What did you whisper to Mama, huh?" he said with anger.

The man's eyes glared furiously. Even Syakir to the point of shaking because it had been holding back his emotions.

"What does Brother mean?" 

"Don't pretend to me, Cunning girl! You're too much of a ruse and it doesn't work on me!" he shouted furiously.

"I'm…" 

"What did you do to me, my mom, until she slapped Rachel, huh?" 

Humai's heart was racing. His body stiffened and had difficulty swallowing his saliva when recalling the events that occurred in the mall. 

"I didn't do anything, brother. Rachel was guilty herself. She's…" 

"You!" shakir shouted sharply. "Rachel you're a slander and you dare say that he's guilty?" 

"You really are a cunning and evil girl! You're the cruel woman I've ever known!" 

Plaque.

Syakir's face slammed to the side. He held her hot cheek from Humai's slap. 

Plaque.

Syakir slapped back. Angry flashes were clearly visible in his eyes.

"How dare you slap me?" 

Humai grimacing. She held her hot cheek in response to the husband's slap.

"I'm brave because I'm innocent!" humai defended himself. "I didn't do anything to your lover, brother."

Syakir's body sculpted. She stared in disbelief if Humai knew that Rachel was her lover. But, if you think about it, isn't it better.

"You're a liar!" shakir shouted furiously.

He did not believe everything Humai said. In Syakir's eyes, Humai was just an evil and heartless woman. She is a woman who has ruined her happiness.

"It's up to you to tell me what, brother. But definitely don't regret it if you defend the wrong person!" 

~Connected

Still beginning. Slowly aja. Remember a mother can be a lion if her cubs and her patience are tested.

But Syakir makes gemes too.

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