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Damn Carrier Girl

...Believe me there will be a time when all your sadness is overcome, the presence of people who are able to appreciate you will make you dare to release all the pain you feel....

...~JBlack ...

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When the atmosphere starts to get hot. A woman Humai met for the first time slowly approached. He extended his hand with a smile so sincerely on his lips. 

"Assynolajet. I'm Almeera. Greetings!" almeera said which made Humai look at her.

Seeing how the woman's friendly gaze, her sincere smile, made Humai smile back. He could feel if this woman in front of him was a friendly woman.

"Waalaikumsalam, Ms. Meera. My name is Humaira," said Humai who made Almeera smile so widely.

"The name is beautiful, it looks like the person," Almeera said in praise.

Humai's cheeks are red. This is the first time a stranger says she is beautiful. Humai has never received a compliment other than his best friend. 

Humai was also self-aware, that she was not beautiful. His face had pimples and scars that definitely made anyone who saw feel uncomfortable. 

"Mbak Meera is also pretty. Like his attitude," Humaira said honestly.

"Judah, come on, come on in! Surely my nephew is tired," said Syakir then carrying the body of the second child of the couple Bara and Almeera.

Syakir led the way. He invites his friends to enter Humai's house. He's actually not comfortable inviting Bara to stay here. However, it is impossible to also invite them to stay in the apartment for fear that Rachel will be there.

They all immediately sat on the sofa that was in the living room. Sitting around as if to say something.  

"Sorry that this house is not as good as your home in Jakarta," Syakir said with an unkind look. 

"Lo kayak to anyone, Kir. I'm the same Almeera is also cool in this house. It's cold again" Bara said as it is.

About weather and temperature in the hull. It looks pretty cold indeed. Even when the jacket wrapped around their bodies was opened, the air immediately touched the usually hot skin in the city.

"Come, Ma'am. I take you to the room. Let Mbak can rest" Humaira said when he saw Almeera and Bia look exhausted. 

Humai can honestly see if the woman with two children is tired. Her soft eyes and lips evaporated, making Humai sure that Almeera must be sleepy because of their journey.

Before accepting Humaira's invitation. Almeera turned to look at the husband who made Bara stop her conversation with Syakir.

"I'm the same Bia and Abraham went to the room first huh, Mas. Our children are exhausted" said Almeera pointing to her two children leaning back on the living room couch. 

"Let me help you lift Bia up first."

Without waiting for the wife's answer. Bara immediately held Bia who looked heavy with his own eyes. The boy was exhausted because during the trip no one slept.

Humai stared at Bara and Almeera together with the same prayer in his heart. He hoped that if God would allow it, he could feel how loved by the man who loved him. 

Humaira finally led their way. The girl helped carry a suitcase and started climbing the stairs. He brought Humai and Bara to the room on the second floor.

A different room to the one that Syakir slept in.

"This is the room, Ms. Meera. Then next to her son's room" Humaira said as she opened the door.

"Oh clean and tidy room," praised Almeera with sparkling staring eyes.

This room is really neat. The arrangement of one bed, one wardrobe and one dresser is so neatly arranged. Humaira placed the suitcase near the door and asked her guests to come in.

"Hopefully Ms. Meera and her husband and children can rest comfortably here. Later we can take a walk around Malang," Humaira said with a smile.

Almeera nodded. He grabbed Humaira's hand and returned his smile. 

"Thank you very much, Humaira." 

"Call Humai, Ma'am. Gapapa," he told Meera.

"Ah, great." Almeera nodded her head. "Thank you a lot, Humai. You must be here because it's cold." 

"Thank God. Then Humai come down first. Have a break." 

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The two were in the living room facing each other. Syakir's face looks very angry and can be felt by Humai. 

"You need to remember! Stay away from my friends and children. Don't pretend to be a good pretender because you're a rotten woman!" shakir shouted cruelly.

Humaira did not reply. The woman just lowered her head with a trembling body. It was seen that the woman was very frightened at Syakir's anger this time. 

"Yes, Brother. I'm…" 

"I'm not your brother!" syakir spray with his sharp gaze. "Although I married you and you became my wife. Still, I won't touch you one bit! You're a fucking carrier!" 

Humai's heart is beating. The woman in shock wasn't playing. She stared in disbelief at her husband who said the harsh words without thinking about his feelings

"You don't mean anything to me. You also do not seek the attention and sympathy of my friends. I'm so sick of you, Humai!" 

Humai could not speak anymore. Only her tears were dripping and representing how she felt now. Sick, broken, disappointed and angry into one.

"Get out, Lo! I hate seeing Lo's face all the time!" 

Finally without a word, Humai rushed to his room. He didn't come out because he couldn't be in this state shopping. Until there was no sound. Humai has entered. A voice surprised Syakir.

"Kir!" 

"Well!" Syakir.

His face immediately tensed up when he saw his best friend already standing in front of him.

"Why are you here? Not a cake break," said Syakir forcing a smile. 

"My wife is still in the shower. I came out" said Bara sitting in front of Syakir.

"Tumben's not coming, Lo!" syakir to his best friend.

"Gue is afraid that my screams will be the same as my wife to make Lo stand up," replied Bara with a face that sucks.

"Damn, Lo!" Syakir threw the couch pillow in the face of his best friend.

Bara stared intensely at Syakir. That's what made him start to feel uncomfortable and nervous. 

"Where have you been all this time, Kir. You haven't been clear about anything with me!" said Bar staring fixed at his best friend.

"Gue's not going anywhere. I'm here," said Syakir trying as calmly as possible.

"Lo's sure?" tuding Bara stared at his best friend sharply. "Gue knows you don't have a brother in Malang, Kir."

"Sokay, Lo! My mom, dad and sister are all here!"

"What?" Syakir's eyes are round. "You can't tell me the same!"

"Lo didn't ask. I didn't answer!"

"Shuuu!"

The man really opened their disgrace. The word Bara is true. The three had taken a bath together when they used to participate in scout activities at High School. Even measuring the property of the three, they also once.

So don't say pretentious to their friendship. It's not just 1 month or 1 year. But it's been years.

"Tell me what really happened?" tanya Bara urged Syakir.

Syakir breathed heavily. He knows how his best friend is. Bara was always able to see his expression before he told a story.

"Gue's not ready yet to suffer this same Lo, Bar! Give me a moment to think," said Syakir staring at his best friend. "Gue was really surprised by everything. I can't make peace with myself."

~Connected

The more gedeg the more berumpat kir, Syakir Dajjal.

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