Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
The Humai Figure

...It turned out that a shadow had appeared when it had actually disappeared and left....

...~JBlack...

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The night is starting to rise. Finally the figure of the man who had been soundly closed since then began to open his eyes. His body wriggled to enjoy the comfort of the bed which somehow made him sleep peacefully.

His eyes began to wander. He stared at the clock on the wall above the door of his room. He was wide in disbelief when the time had shown at eight o'clock.

"Why didn't anyone wake me?" he began to sit up.

Shakir pulled his hair back. He immediately got out of bed and headed to the bathroom. His stomach is struggling to be filled to make Syakir quickly clean himself. After that he immediately went down to the first floor. 

"Where is he?" he said unconsciously with footsteps heading towards the kitchen.

"Auntie," call Syakir who makes the movement of those people stop. 

"Yes, Sir?" 

"I'm hungry" he said, sitting on the seat surrounding the dining table. 

"It's over soon, sir. Please wait for yah." 

Syakir just sat down. However, for some reason he felt this house to be deserted. Even he also remembered that Humaira's room was still tightly closed.

"Did the girl eat?" he said to himself. "Why do I keep thinking about it!" 

Syakir doesn't know what happened to him. I don't know why he felt that there was anything lacking in his life. He who usually wakes up not too late, then when he wakes up the food is ready. Make it suddenly dejavu with the situation in the past.

His brain thought about how it used to be when he went to bed after coming home from work. Slowly the door of the room will be knocked and call him to come down immediately. Simple things that certainly imprint and make Syakir feel lost. Losing a figure that usually reminds him.

"Master!" call the aunt who made Syakir's daydreams split.

Syakir. He stared at the dining table which was starting to be neatly arranged by some food. His forehead creased when he saw the large amount of food there.

"Why does Auntie cook so much?" ask Syakir who was surprised to see the menu assortment.

"Because…" 

"We're eating here too!" a voice emerged from the entrance to the dining table.

Syakir. The man could see his mother, father and sister. His heart is happy to see his family here and to have dinner with him. 

"Mama, Papa?" 

"Eat first, Syakir. After that we'll talk!" papa Haidar said firmly that made Syakir comply.

He doesn't want to fight now. He was also tired of fighting with his mom and dad. He does not want their relationship to be further away. Therefore, dinner this time passed quietly and without a single word of sound.

Finally when it's all done. The four people moved into the living room. They sat facing Mama and Papa Syakir side by side. Then Syakir sat in the single seat and Sefira, he sat in the long chair.

"What's up, Pa, Ma? What do you want to talk about?" 

"Give me your ID, Syakir. Mama and Papa wanted to borrow," Papa Haidar told his son.

"What's my ID for, Pa?" 

"Give it. Don't talk too much!" papa Haidar said that made Syakir still shake his head.

It certainly made Mama Ayna who had been quietly looking at her son. There was no more warmth in those eyes. There is no more affection not felt there and make Syakir feel heartache.

"I'd like to know for ap…" 

"To deal with your divorce papers with Humai!" exclaim Mama Ayna directly that makes Syakir surprised not playing.

The man even looked at his mom and dad alternately. He misheard her when her mother spoke.

What did your mother say was real?

Does that little girl really want a divorce from him?

If that happened, then something he started to feel would be accomplished.

What he hated so much could finally be removed. This bond that ensnared him will be free after this and he can be free.

"That's real, Ma?" 

"Yes real," said Mama Ayna looking at her son. "Finally what you want, it's been obeyed, right? You want a divorce, don't you, long ago? Humai granted it." 

I don't know why the word now does not make Syakir as enthusiastic as before. If when he was with Humai he really wanted to separate. However, somehow hearing farewell now doesn't make him as happy as he used to be.

"Hurry up and give me your ID!" 

Syakir with an unwilling feeling immediately went up to the upper room. He took his ktp and took it down to the living room. Before giving it to his parents, he looked at it.

Like her little heart says not to be given. However, this was not what he had been waiting for a long time ago. Farewell and freedom. 

"Sayakir!" 

"It." Syakir finally handed over the ktp which was immediately taken by his mother.

After that, Mama Ayna quickly stood up followed by Sefira who had been silent since. They seemed to be leaving which made Syakir also stand up.

"Where are you going?" 

"Home home" said Mama Ayna with the ktp and went from there with Sefira.

"But, Ma. Syakir still misses, Mama," said Syakir who made the movement of Mama Ayna and Sefira stop.

Actually a mother's heart was staring pityfully at her son. However, such great disappointment makes Mama Ayna still not want to look at her son for too long.

Somehow the shadow of Humaira's face was cast as she stared at her son's face. How Syakir who insulted and mocked Humaira as if ringing continuously in both ears. 

"Mama doesn't miss you!" reply Mama Ayna without looking back. "Do what you want after this, Syakir. You are free to do anything!" 

"What do you mean, Mama?" 

Mama Ayna did not answer. The middle-aged woman quickly left there without explaining to her confused son. 

It certainly makes Syakir look at the figure of his father who is still calm sitting in front of him.

"Sit, Syakir!" papa Haidar looked at his son.

Syakir lethargicly obeyed his papa's orders. The man has always respected Papa Haidar. A true gentleman who always treated his mother and sister very well. 

"After this you are free to live anywhere. You won't be bothered by your wife and your future son anymore. Your life can be arranged as you wish!" 

"But…" 

"Humai and your future son are gone. They've left the City of Malang." 

Syakir's heart stopped beating. He held his breath hearing his father's words. It was as if something made him unwilling to know Humai had left.

"But where? Where did the woman go?" 

"Why are you asking where they are?" asked Papa Haidar firmly. "You want to go after him and hurt him again? That so?" 

"No, Pa. But…" 

"You'll never see them again. You won't know where they are!" said Papa Haidar who began to stand up and was about to leave his son.

~Connected

Don't be surprised, Bang. It was you who told Humai to leave. I'm obeyed now confused himself heheh.

BTW I updated 3 chapters for a week well. So the clock remains yesterday's cake 09.00, 18.00 and 21.00

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