Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Welcome To Jakarta

...Know that forgetting painful memories is difficult. However, trying to reconcile and accept is the main way for the pain to slowly fade....

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

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In one house, four people were sitting opposite. Their faces seemed so focused on their conversation. On the table look some white files and files that are affected there.

"I want this divorce to be handled quickly and complete" Mama Ayna said in front of her husband's best lawyer.

A middle-aged man, with a suit adhering beautifully on his body was nodding. He tidied up the files that the Alhusyn family had prepared.

"If this file has gone to court. I'll let you know, Mrs Husyn," the lawyer said politely.

"good. Thank you, Sir. I'm really waiting for that file." 

Mama Ayna won't delay anything anymore. He wanted his daughter-in-law to be immediately detached from everything. He also did not want to make Syakir continue to be a shadow of Humaira.

Let her daughter-in-law pursue her educator in Jakarta, improve her life and become a better person. He wanted Humaira to change. Even the middle-aged woman wanted to prove to her son that Humaira was a girl who could live without him. 

"I'm very pleased, Mr. Madam. I'll do this job quickly." 

"Yes, Sir. Thank you for your cooperation" said Papa Haidar, receiving a handshake from his lawyer. 

After the lawyer left. Mama Ayna wiped her tears. Actually, this is the hardest part of his life. To arrange his own son's divorce. Seeing how broken his son will soon regret everything.

However, Mama Ayna and Papa Haidar are filing. Man is the place of right and wrong. When he's misguided and can't be fixed. Then let what he wants, then hit flat with the truth they have got.

The greatest regret of a Khilaf is finding the truth. When they see that what they have always considered to be true turns out to be wrong and what is considered wrong turns out to be true.

"It's hard for Mama, Pa," said Mama Ayna who leaned her back on her luxurious sofa.

Sefira who had been sitting on the single sofa immediately moved. She hugged her pale-looking mother. Humaira's best friend knew that some days her mother had not slept properly.

There were many problems that the middle-aged woman thought of. Thinking of his first child, thinking of the survival of the first son-in-law and grandson to be born into the world. All of that would be a burden on the shoulders and mind of a mother of two children. 

"Mama must be sure that this is best for Syakir, Ma. This is also best for Humaira," said Sefira who tried to strengthen.

Mama Ayna nodded. The middle-aged woman opened her eyes. He looked at his daughter with sadness. Somehow he thought why Syakir did not look at his sister.

What if Humai's story is perceived by Sefira. What if Humaira's fate is positioned on Sefira. It certainly hurt him, too, not.

"Mama can only pray that your brother will be strong to live his regret when everything is revealed." 

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In a different place, a woman was staring out of the plane. The white clouds with the blue sky are so clear. The scenery created by God was completely capable of hypnotizing him.

He felt this scene was one of the cures for his heart's healing. Yes, since then he felt tightness in his heart. Not out of fear but she thought about how her son's life would be after this.

Without papa?

Without a full family status?

Without a life that can be said to be harmonious and warm. Humaira shed her tears. The shadow of her past story that made her cry

Will his son's life be worse than his? 

What the future life of his son would be, would be much more tormented than him.

If he does, Humaira promises to be a mother and father at the same time. 

"Sister." The call made him wake up from his daydream.

He turned his head and looked at one of his firmer who was staring at him as well.

"What's wrong? Rein need something?" humai asked attentively.

The woman wiped the rest of her tears. He gave me the best smile he always gave. The smile she always did when her heart was sad.

It was hard to hide sadness behind a smile. However, shortly, it eventually became a habit. Habits that he can do so that people around him do not worry about his condition.

"Don't cover anything from Rein. Rein knew that Brother was trying to be happy" he said, piercing Humai's heart.

The smile was replaced with teary eyes. The pregnant woman remembered that she could not lie to Rein.

That was the sweet word that made Humaira nod. He was grateful despite the many trials he faced, but God was kind by giving Rein beside him. At least he's not alone now. He has a hand that can hold it and pass it all together.

Finally the long journey from Malang and Jakarta ended. The pair of older brothers started to get out of the plane that brought him to this big city. They were immediately greeted with very hot weather.

The atmosphere is much different from Malang City. Plus the circumstances and environment are definitely far away from the city they live in. The two immediately headed to the goods queue. Patiently waiting for his luggage.

"If you are tired, sit down first. Let Rein wait here" said the teenager, who was sorry for Humai's pregnancy.

"Sir papa. I'm waiting here too." 

Finally after almost ten minutes of waiting. They carry their own suitcases. Humaira's eyes were circulating. He was looking for a figure who would pick him up. The figure that became the best advisor Humai had.

"Sir Humai!" call the voice of the little girl he knows so well.

Head turned. There Humaira stared at the happy couple waiting for her. With a definite step, the two walked up to them.

Humai's eyes immediately glazed over as he watched his great woman open both hands ready to receive a hug from him. 

"Meera Maiden!" he said by going into Almeera's arms. 

"Assalamualaikum, Humaira," Almeera said as she rubbed the young woman's back in her arms. "Welcome to Jakarta. The city that will bring you in a happy life."

Humaira let go of her embrace slowly. Almeera quickly cupped the pregnant mother's face and wiped away the tears that had dripped.

"You're great. You are a strong mother. Your decision is correct, Mai. Exactly," said Almeera with a cheering smile on Humaira. "Your departure will make him realize that you mean something to Syakir. That your presence is the most comfortable home for her." 

~Connected

Yuhuuu, yayaya 3 chapters finished well. BTW I just want some info.

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Footage in Chapter: A MIRACLE.

As agreed the next day, Dhanu and Salwa were married although at first it was very difficult to teach Dhanu to hijab qobul, and always wrong because of its limitations. Yet Kyai Zainal patiently guided Dhanu until they were finally declared legitimate!, by the witnesses.

"Now Wawa has become Adan's wife huha.?" dhanu asked when Salwa brought Dhanu to his room, after they had witnessed the departure of Dharma who had left Dhanu to Salwa and Kyai Zainal.

"Yes mas Ardhan, now Wawa, is already Mas Ardhan's wife." replied Salwa softly.

"Horree.horree..Adan now has a wife.." cheered Dhanu while prancing around with pleasure, like a child who just got a gift.

Salwa smiled funny looking at her husband's behavior like children. "don't jump around Mas later you fall." said Salwa gently.

"Iya Wawa, Adan does not jump again really, but later we play cars huh?" reply Dhanu with her innocent face.

"Yes Mas, we will play cars." Salwa replied with a sweet smile. " But now mas Ardhan bobo used to be yes," he continued in a soft tone.

"Alright Wawa, Adan now want bobo, but Wawa don't go huh?"

"Yes, Wawa's not going anywhere."

"Ashiiiik, yes it's been bobo now, yes Wawa" said Dhanu who then began to close his eyes

"Yes Mas, "Salwa's reply was still soft, but just as Dhanu closed his eyes, he had already reopened his eyes again

"Laughter, Adan can't be bobo, if not in the giniin of Adan's head, if at home Bi Ijah giniin Adan Wawa's head," said Dhanu with his innocent face, as he rubbed his own hair from the word giniin.

"Oh well, now Wawa rubs Mas Adhan's head huh."

"Hu'um" replied Dhanu, who then closed her eyes again after Salwa stroked Dhanu's soft hair, as she broke her hair, making Dhanu happy to hear it.

This was their daily life, although Dhanu knew that Salwa was his wife. But he treated Salwa just like a playmate to her, as well as Salwa, whom he patiently took care of and accompanied Dhanu like a mother who educated her child. Until their marriage was two weeks old, a miracle came to Dhanu.

In his sleep Dhanu dreamed of meeting a grandfather-grandfather, in white robes, and wearing a white turban, then the grandfather put his hand on Dhanu's forehead which looks confused to see the grandfather, who is confused, but it was only for a moment because suddenly Dhanu saw his past, and he also saw the evil of the aunt that caused the death of his parents and brother, making his heart become sad, mixed with anger.

"Now that you are healed, son, do your best, for your family, also save your property, and take it to the path of goodness."