Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Feeling Lost

...Believe that there will be times when the pain will take off and those who are left will lose....

...~JBlack...

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After that big fight. Syakir instantly turned into a quiet figure. The man didn't even know what to do after this. Her eyes had been closed since then but she also still heard the whimpering from Rachel's relentless mouth..

"Darling, if you get kicked out of the family card. How's dong? You have to find a way to let Mama and Papa forgive you," said Rachel who has not stopped whining about it since.

Yes rest assured, Rachel the figure of a matre woman who is always spoiled with Syakir is not willing if the man is dumped by his family. Rachel is also not sincere if the source of her money coffers just disappeared.

"You should tell Mama and Papa that you're filthy. You want…" 

"Shut up!" snapped Syakir who had felt dizzy since then.

She thought her lover could calm her mind turned out to be wrong. Syakir's head is getting more and more eager to explode when the woman's babble does not stop. Plus what Rachel asked for was all inversely proportional to her heart. 

"Why are you telling me to shut up?" snapped Rachel who did not want to lose. "If you are removed from the family card. How do you want to live, Syakir? You want to be on the street?" 

"So what you said, Rachel!" shakir looked at his lover.

She didn't think Rachel could say that. She needs her lover's support but Rachel humiliates her instead.  

"Why should I keep my word? You're not here but you have to go to your parents. You must take their hearts again so that the treasure you deserve can be taken!" 

"I don't need that treasure!" shakir began to stand up. "I can live without money from my parents!" 

Rachel clenched both her hands. He's upset instead of playing around seeing his girlfriend confidently say that. What the man said was absolutely crazy.

There was already a treasure he could take instead of looking for a difficult way. Wasn't that the foolish act that Syakir chose according to Rachel.

"Don't make it up! What would you do without your family?" rachel who won't lose.

"I will work anything and prove that I can succeed without them!"

"Don't be a hypocrite, honey. Oh come. There is no easy job now! It's all hard and you want to start over?" rachel's urges are increasingly poisoning her lover's mind.

He wanted Syakir to choose back to his parents. Their relationship is at stake, but Syakir must remain with his family.

Meetings or relationships are easy, according to Rachel. But if Syakir has been discarded by his family then inevitably he must accept that Syakir will be poor now. The man has nothing left and will be a burden to him. 

While Syakir who heard Rachel's chatter since earlier felt his head hurt. He did not expect that the woman he thought could be a tranquilizer turned out to be unable to calm him. 

"Sayakir!" 

"Stop your rant!" snapped Syakir with his loud voice.

He's upset and tired. Finally the man chose to walk towards Rachel's outpatient room and made the woman even more angry.

"Where are you going? Don't come out, Syakir! We're not done!" rachel who started hitting her patient bed when she saw Syakir kept walking left her.

"This can't happen. Can't!" rachel said with her head shaking. "Syakir has to go back to his family. He must take the treasure that should be his." 

Rachel nodded her head. He really doesn't want Syakir to be poor. He doesn't want to lose his walk. Although yes giving money from his papa is enough but if with Syakir. The money is getting more and more doubled, isn't it.

"I have to find a way for Syakir to obey me! I need to find a way to get her back to her family!" rachel muttered with a strong determination.

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Syakir drove his car without direction. He doesn't know where to go now. His dizzy mind and the many burdens he thought of made the man unable to think clearly. 

He repeatedly hit the steering wheel when he was angry. He was really disappointed in his parents. Syakir didn't think that he didn't mean that much to his mom, dad and sister.

It turned out that his position had been shifted by Humaira. It turned out that his position as a child was able to change because of a woman who became the first daughter-in-law of his family.

He felt tired and dizzy with what was happening to him. Until suddenly I don't know what thought brought Syakir until the man was here. In front of a house where he lived the last few months. The house that he always made hell for the woman who became his wife. 

Not having a purpose, finally the man quickly entered the house whose door was opened wide. He thought maybe Humaira had gone home and was already home. However, his thinking was wrong when he saw his mother's confidant servant was there.

"Oh, Mr. Syakir," said the servant, who made several other servants stop their work. 

"What are the aunts doing here?" asked Syakir who started to go deeper and looked around.

"Where's that little girl?" murmured little heart Syakir subconsciously he was looking for his wife.

Humai habits that always welcome him if from the outside of course make his subconscious has started to think about Humai. 

"We asked the big lady to clean this house, sir. Because…" 

"Well clean it up, Bi!" syakir said interrupting Aunt's words. 

Somehow the man felt lazy when he could not find Humai welcoming him. He immediately walked towards the stairs and did not hear the explanation of the servant he had interrupted. 

"Where is he?" syakir asked as he passed Humai's room.

The man stopped his steps in front of the door of Humai's room. The door was tightly shut and made Syakir shake his head. It seemed like he was going crazy from constantly thinking about this Humai spinning around in his brain. 

"Why am I thinking about that little girl?" he swore to himself. 

Syakir left the door of Humai's room. He quickly climbed the stairs and headed to his room on the second floor. Somehow the man felt that only this house could be a tranquilizer when his pressure-filled head wanted to explode.

All these problems now feel piled up and make Syakir quickly lay his body on the bed. The man closed his eyes for a moment. Enjoying the smell so calm throughout the room made Syakir start to feel rilex.

"It looks like only this house can calm me down. There is no pressure and no compulsion here" murmured Syakir who slowly closed his eyes. 

~Connected

Yayaya the house he used to make hell turned out to be the most comfortable house.

Welcome to lonely life, Bang Syakir. Here prostrate first the same author let cepet groove, hahaha. Blurred.