Sharing Love: The Forbidden Desire of My Husband
Syakir's Hatred

...The name hate will not change love as fast as water flows. When the taste is still gnawing then the sincere kindness he does will not be considered good by the haters....

...~JBlack...

...🌴🌴🌴...

Three different women of that age were preoccupied with enjoying jumbo sausage by sitting in the emperan. The three did not even think if the clothes used were dirty. It was really the simple life they were looking for but happy.

Happiness doesn't have to be expensive.

Happiness doesn't have to come with spending a lot of money.

Happiness comes from our hearts without burden. Can do anything without feeling depressed, scared and confused. 

"Eat carefully, dear. Mama won't ask," Almeera said, removing a sauce stain on the corner of her child's lip. 

Bia's two hands were indeed holding two jumbo sausages so excitedly. His mouth chews tirelessly. The boy really enjoyed a simple meal at a cheap price.

"Yes, Mama" he said with his mouth full.

Humaira who saw the interaction of mother and child smiled. Even unconsciously he rubbed his stomach imagining that later he and his son would be like that too.

Loving each other, loving and giving love is very extraordinary in educating and caring for him. Even though his life did not match expectations. Although the man who became her husband is not like a husband in general.

However, this very special gift from God became a gift of all his pain. Even though he was born without being asked. His existence was due to an accident. However, Humai did not hold a grudge.

What's wrong is not this baby!

He's innocent. The little creature that grew in her womb was the result of her and Syakir's actions.

Without Humaira knowing. Almeera saw what he was doing. The mother of two children was very aware of how this young pregnant woman felt. Her young soul must be firmly suppressed by the fact that she will become a mother. 

"Humai," called Almeera who made Humaira aware of her daydream. "You're not alone." 

"Yes, Mother. I'm not alone" Humai said, knowing what the great woman in front of him meant.

"You need to remember! Keep my number well. If I go home, tell me about you and your baby. I'll help you until you can stand alone."

Humaira's eyes glazed over. He never thought God would bring him back to a kind person like Almeera.

"Yes, Mother. Sure."

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Finally after the CFD event is over. Instead of going home, they continued their journey to the acquaintance's house from Syakir. The man did prepare a surprise for his best friend's son. 

For some reason last night when I saw Bia was very fond of strawberries, Syakir could have this thought. He has an acquaintance who has a fairly large strawberry garden. So maybe taking Bia over there and picking it up yourself makes the kid happy. 

"Where are we going, Om?" bia asked by bending her head forward.

"Somewhere."

"What place?" ask Bia curious.

"Playing place." 

"Main?" repeat Bia with a frown. "Good no?" 

"Good," Syakir said enthusiastically.

"Where the hell is it, Kir?" ask the same bar not. 

"Ntar again will also know!" 

After an hour and a half they drove. Finally they arrived at a house with a land beside his house that is very large.

From the car alone, they can see if what grows there is a strawberry fruit. 

"Wahh! That's really strawberry, Om?" ask Bia impatiently.

The boy got out of the car immediately. Run close to the small red-fruited plant so fresh. Bia squatted down, she looked right to the left to see the situation. 

Staring at the fresh strawberry fruit made him swallow. Bia became fond of this fruit that tastes sour because it feels good. Without a word, the son of the couple Almeera and Bara plucked it with sparkling eyes. 

"Hayoo quote!" abraham came as a surprise.

Bia. The boy shook his head.

"It's not good. This is the fruit falling on the ground," he said.

"Book?" it was Abraham who knew how his brother picked the fruit himself.

"Dad!" sahut Bia does not want to lose.

"DAD, BROTHER!" bia shouted furiously. "Here!" 

Abraham finally laughed. Seeing how his sister was scared but panicked.

"Don't tell anyone" she whispered quietly. "He did quote because he couldn't stand it." 

"But it can't be" Abra said.

"Yes anyway. But…" 

"Mending saying goodbye to people to be blessed." 

"Bia's scared!" great-grandson shook.

"The guy's good." Abraham pulled his brother's hand. "Well! That's the guy." 

"No way!" push Bia to hold back her brother's pull.

"Judah if you don't want to. Little brother and you will not love brother" threatened Abraham.

"Huh." Bia snorting doesn't like. 

But eventually the boy nodded. He walked behind his brother's body in fear of the strawberry's owner. He thinks his face full of jambang looks so scary. 

"Well, Bia. This is Om Ryan who has a garden," Syakir said.

"Hello, Om. I'm Bia" he said as he waved his hand.

"Hey. Bia," replied Ryan kindly. "Sayakir, do you like strawberries?" 

The boy's head nodded.

"You want to pick the fruit?" 

The head that had been lowered immediately looked up. The body that was behind Abraham immediately approached.

"Maybe?" 

"That's fine!"

"Gee." Bia's eyes sparkled. "You, Om." 

Finally the boy immediately followed Syakir's friend to pick up a small basket where strawberry results after picking. After he got it, Bia quickly ran towards Bara.

"Papa, Bia pick up yah?" his valance immediately got a nod of the head.

He immediately walked towards Humairah who had been standing next to his mother.

"Aunty want to ask Bia?"

Humaira was surprised by this invitation of the child in front of her. They're not that close but look how happy Bia is to make Humai powerless to resist.

"You." 

"Kneel!" 

"Tante Humai can't be tired. It's got a baby's grandpa." Almeera's advice to her daughter.

Bia gave her thumb.

"The baby's sister is also Bia's sister, Ma," she said by stroking Humai's stomach.

Humaira's eyes glazed over. Again his son had one person expecting his birth. 

"Thank you for being Aunt's son, Bia's sister too." 

"Together, Aunt." 

Finally, the two women of different ages immediately headed towards the line of strawberry plants. Without them all realizing it, there was a pair of eyes staring at the interaction. His hand was clenched tightly with a furious flash in his eyes. 

The hate that is getting stronger is so obvious. His presence that he had never liked for a long time increasingly gnawed at his heart.

"Women are hypocritical and good at looking for face. He was really plain pretentious and became a play victim as if the side hurt the most. Just look at you, Dmitanese-Eyed Woman! I'll unmask you in front of everyone!" 

~Connected

Syakir for a long time make a goiter!

The point here there will be no Syakir story from the beginning well. There will be their own special novel.

Here's their cover. God willing today to go to email Noveltoon.