Acne Girl Wife The Cassanova
Divorce Letter

...It turned out that the sense of loss was getting bigger when what he often did I could not feel anymore....

...~Thunder Syakir Alhusyn...

...🌴🌴🌴...

"You're not Seno's father and Shadiva's mother, Mai." 

Humaira felt herself asphyxiate. The news he had just heard seemed to make his ears suddenly deaf. He was shocked and in disbelief. What his best friend said was crazy. 

"No way, Fir. Don't talk carelessly" exclaimed Humaira in disbelief. 

"But this is the fact, Mai," Sefira said with a reassuring look. 

Humaira could certainly clearly see the expression on Sefira's face from her phone screen. His friend was certainly so serious now. There was no joking face there because what Sefira said was all true. 

"sorry. Mama and I were so excited to find out about you. After Rachel's booby-trapped incident, it gradually led us to this shocking news," Sefira said with a look of guilt. 

"So you…" 

"Yes. Mama and Papa's spies got that information. Information if both your parents are still alive." 

Humaira still can't believe it. He lowered his gaze at being confused as to what to do. Whether he has to believe Sefira's story or whether he lives with shadows that are either true or not. 

"If Seno's father and Shadiva's mother were not my parents. So who are my real parents, Fir?" humaira asked with a look at her best friend.

The pregnant woman looks so resigned to the path of her life. He wants to avoid it even seems free. Everything she had gone through, Shadiva's mother's attitude towards him, made her begin to understand what she had been dealing with.

Every look in his mother's eyes that looked at him hated, often made Humai think what mistake he had done. It turns out that this is the answer for him.

The answer to every question in the past. Every exam he gets turns out because he was not the biological child of parents he considers his own biological parents.

"Are you sure you want to meet your parents?" tanya Sefira looked at Humaira with her fixed gaze. 

"Very sure." 

"Then wait for them there. Your parents will fly to Jakarta to see you, Mai." 

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In a room. A man was playing a game on his laptop screen. For a few days he was just sitting in the house.

Syakir spends his time in the room just to play games. If he is tired, he will sleep. If he was hungry, he would come down and ask the waiter for food to take care of and clean the house. If he gets bored, he will watch television alone. 

Those days were certainly lived by Syakir empty and empty. Even he felt his life was going with the flow. However, somehow the man began to feel that something was empty of his life.

Something was missing and made her feel lost. I don't know what it is but Syakir won't guess.

"Where is he now?" muttered Syakir who was currently sitting on the floor right near the fish pond.

Syakir really did not care about the servant's response. He chose to sit here because the image of Humai's face while feeding the fish suddenly flashed on his face. 

The memory seemed to spin and make Syakir as if he saw the figure of Humaira there. The girl smiled every time she wanted to feed the fish.

"Aren't you going to eat fish?" take Humaira while carrying fish feed that is in the bucket in his hand 

Syakir who was sitting in the living room. Staring at Humaira with a glance. Then he refocused on his laptop screen without intending to answer. 

"Judek. Humai feed the fish first well," he said with enthusiasm despite not being cared for by Syakir.

The shadow was real in Syakir's eyes. Moreover, when seeing the real Humai smile while waving his hand made Syakir subconsciously extend his hand. 

He seemed to reach Humai's hand until the shadow suddenly disappeared.

"May!" syakir shouted involuntarily as he felt lost.

The shout certainly made the waiter who was cleaning the house suddenly turn his head. The butler who was close to Syakir quickly approached the son of his master. 

"Sir what's wrong?" 

"Does your Master need anything?" 

"No, Bi," Syakir said, starting to stand up. "I'm going to the room, Dad. If lunch is ready. Wake me up, Bi!" 

"Good, Sir." 

When Syakir came in. Suddenly a car stopped in front of Humai's house. The man undoes his intentions and instead waits for who is visiting his house.

Before long, the car door opened and three people he knew very well came out.

"Mama, Papa," said Syakir slowly. 

However, suddenly his eyes were fixed on the man who was walking beside his papa. A very familiar man in his eyes. Someone who is the lawyer of his father's trust.

"Good morning, Mr. Syakir," his father's lawyer politely greeted.

"Morning, sir," Syakir said as he received the helping hand. 

"Are we interrupting your time, sir?".

"Oh no," said Syakir with a shudder. "Please enter!" 

Syakir gave the room his three guests entered the living room. However, when his mother was about to pass him. The man immediately held Mama Ayna's hand gently.

"Ma. Forgive me, Syakir," he quietly wrote.

Not answering. Mama Ayna took her son's hand off her wrist. Then without turning her head, she immediately followed her husband and sat down beside Papa Haidar. 

Syakir can't say anything. She eventually decided to sit down on a single sofa in front of her lawyer and parents.

"Actually my arrival here was about to deliver this, sir," said the lawyer of his father by starting to pull out the file from his bag.

Syakir still sees all the movement. He researched what was issued by his papa confidant. 

"What's this?" syakir asked as he received the dossier from his lawyer.

The man looked down. He began to flip the brown envelope back until a religious court logo was seen there. 

"This.." pause Syakir with the tongue feels weak.

He felt his hands were heavy to open this envelope in his hand. Even he raised his head slightly to look at the expressions of his two parents.

"Open up, sir," the lawyer said sternly.

Syakir opened it. He then took out the contents that were inside. The fear made his hands sweat cold. Until finally the files in it began to look, Syakir increasingly felt short of breath.

"So this…" 

"Yes. Here's your divorce papers" the lawyer replied. "Your application and that of Miss Humai was received quickly, Sir. Moreover, the existing evidence makes this divorce quickly handled."

Syakir closed his eyes for a moment. He felt uneasy at the bottom of his heart. It was as if there was something unwilling inside him. 

"You sign the letter immediately, sir. So that you guys get officially divorced!" 

~Connected

Hiyaaaa sign it, Bang. And also his letter.

Don't forget to stop by my friend's work.

Roy Xavier, a 36-year-old man, is called Roy's secretary, A secretary to the young master Sean Agipratama, owner of the SA Group company, with his handsome and dashing look, Roy has never lacked the praise of women, has a cold and rigid nature that no one has ever touched.

Who would have thought, if the cold man was even captivated by the woman who became his rival, Yolanda Jackson. But more painful when he has loved the tomboy woman is, when the woman he loves already has the man he loves.

Will secretary Roy be able to melt the heart of the woman he loves and be able to get the woman?