Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Unconsidered!

...When God brought me another good friend. That's where I feel there is wisdom in every exam that comes....

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

...🌴🌴🌴...

Today the atmosphere feels colder than usual. It looks like a woman who is two-bodied is struggling with her busyness in the kitchen. She moves here and there doing her job as a wife. 

Prepare breakfast, make coffee for Syakir and then sweep and mop his house. He did it all by himself without anyone helping. 

Humai also tried not to get tired. He moved slowly but with a strong determination. While occasionally she rubbed her stomach saying that everything would be fine.

Until the last job of making food, he again had to endure the nausea when the smell of cooking smelled on his nose. Humai pregnancy is almost the same as other pregnant women. 

Feeling morning sickness, frequent urination and difficulty eating. However, it was different if he ate the same food as Syakir's food, smelled his scent, his fragrance oil and was nearby. The nausea seemed to disappear.

Humai to think if his son must miss his father. His son wanted to always be near Syakir even though the man never thought of him.

"Finally done," Humai said after arranging the last plate on the dinner table.

Humai's signature fried rice menu smells so fragrant throughout the dining room. The science of learning from the cafe, making it able to give the best for the husband.

Humai just hope, hopefully the food that this time he cooked with his own hands, Syakir can eat well. As Humai was about to return to the kitchen, a sound of footsteps approaching the cooking room made him stop his steps.

"Good morning, brother," he said with a bow.

Syakir did not answer. The man just sat himself in one of the chairs there, then stared at his breakfast menu this time. 

"Wouldn't I get you some food?" humai asked carefully.

Syakir glanced at Humai sharply. He was really fed up with this woman.

"Never be a good wife to me!" he shouted with a firm voice. "You don't have to serve me because I can do everything myself." 

"I'm sorry" Humai said, looking down with the pain.

Syakir doesn't care. He took the fried rice and put it on his plate. Then he took the eggs as well to be side dishes of his morning meal.

As he was about to feed the fried rice into his mouth. Humai who was still standing faithfully near the dining table made him snort angrily.

"I want every time you finish cooking and I want to eat, get out of here! I didn't have the passion to see you!" he shouted sharply.

Humai's eyes glazed over. But he answered nothing. His head only nodded before he turned around and was about to leave from there.

"Wait!" yelling Syakir who made Humai step stop. "My friend will come and stay here."

"Never be kind to them, get their attention and say nothing about you. Youunderstand?" 

Syakir's words just now made Humai confused. However, hearing her husband's indisputable voice made Humai obedient and nodded her head.

"Good, Brother." 

"Now you're gone!" 

Humai finally started to leave the dining room. But he didn't go out. Humai hid behind the wall and peeked at her husband who had started breakfast. 

Humai's heart was racing. He stared at Syakir's unpredictable facial expression. Her husband began to chew the first mouthful of his own cooking. 

"May Sister Syakir like it." Humai prayer in the heart with hope.

There's no change whatsoever. However, when you see Syakir who eats voraciously makes pregnant women happy. He rubbed his son's stomach with tears.

"Our first mission worked, honey. We should make a lot of good food for Dad so that he remembers us later" Humai said with a smile filled with sadness.

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Abdurrahman Saleh Airport.

"When is this job done?" murmured Syakir by looking around.

His friend had not yet come and made him start to get tired of waiting. However, when the man was about to go to one of the coffee shops, a voice he was very familiar with made the man stand up. 

"Lo how are you?" asked Bara while hugging herself warmly.

Syakir smile. His best friend is still the same. Never changed one bit.

"Gue's good, Bar. Lo himself?" syakir asked by looking at the arrival of his friends and family. "Without Lo saying, I can see that you're much better and really good." 

Bara chuckles. He grabbed his wife's shoulder and gave a kiss on the top of Almeera's head. 

"As you can see! My life means so much more now!"

Syakir rolled his eyes lazily. The romantic soul of his best friend this one is indeed very passionate. Of their three friendships, you could say Bara is a god-level bucini. 

"Gue salute the opportunity that Lo can get from Meera." 

"Lo bener's. I'm lucky to have her." 

Syakir could see how his best friend looked at each other in love with Almeera. There is envy in Syakir when he sees his best friend can unite with the woman he loves. In stark contrast to her who had to be stuck with a cruel and evil hearted woman.

"Judek. Yok in! It's too cold now!" 

Finally, the five of them immediately entered Syakir's car. Syakir was one of Bara's friends who had witnessed the marriage of the two men. Syakir shrewdly brought his car and began to leave the airport which was crowded by many cars.

"Where will we live, Pa?" abraham looked at the streets of his dream city.

"Ask Om Syakir" said the same Bara did not know.

"We're going to hitchhike. It's a long way from the city and the water's cold." 

"What's Om Syakir's house there?" chirps Bia kepo.

The man nodded. Even though his heart refused to answer the truth.

"Yes" Syakir said in a stammering voice.

"Later Om will be your guide while in Malang, you know!" syakir said as if to distract them.

"Ready, Om! Take us to Batu City as well. Bia want to play to jatim park, sangkaling, coban rondo. Ah and many more," said Bia who has found out some destinations in Malang.

"Ready!" 

Finally the thirty-minute journey from Abdurrahman Saleh to the overlap ended. Syakir cars began entering a housing until almost 100 meters finally the vehicle stopped.

"Let's get off!" invite Syakir happily.

When they started to get out of the car. Syakir clenched his hands as the commemorated woman waited in front of him as if welcoming their presence.

"Who is he, Kir?" tanya Bara was curious.

Syakir looked at Humai hatefully. He really felt that the rotten woman was looking for attention. 

"He's just my brother, Bar!" 

As the word glides freely from Syakir's lips. A heart feels pierced by thousands of needles. Humai's eyes glazed over and felt pain when not considered.

Is that how I was in her eyes until I was not considered a wife in front of her friends? Humai murmured inwardly while holding back a cry.

~Connected

Gakpapa Mai, later Lo also consider her ex-husband, ehh hahha run away.

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