Divorced on the First Night

Hush

Angga no longer have the heart to torture women who used to be part of his life.

But when he had just walked a few steps, Angga stopped for a moment and then looked back while telling Anha about his words that had been interrupted….

“Ah, I inget. If not wrong, the name of the person..Ikram.”.

Hearing that familiar name made Anha raise her gaze towards Angga. Anha's eyes rounded hearing the person's name mentioned. Anha really doesn't believe in that.

The i-Ikram?

So then….

So Ikram did all this to him?

Anna could say nothing more. Tongue's cow. His world seemed to collapse. Her eyes were hot from crying earlier.

'An, if you don't marry you. No man can marry you.'

'I'll do anything to let you be mine again, An.'

Anha shut her mouth. For God's sake, Anha never thought that Ikram would do such a thing to her.

Why did such an evil curse break her marriage with Hasan?

He's not strong anymore. Anha drowned her head between her thighs and cried sobbing. Crying and crying, as if that was all he could at this moment.

If Anha can choose. If only time could be turned. He might be fixing the past. Maintain her respect well for her future husband.

Anha really did not think that the law of planting a harvest would be this sad.

In fact...blame if it is so broken that Anha who is still sobbing asked in her little heart to God if she had not done free association would her fate not be like this?

Anha regrets. But the rice has become porridge.

***

After watching all of this from a distance. Hamkan finally ventured out of his hiding place.

He walked slowly towards Anha, trying as much as possible to slow his footsteps so that Anha would not hear his footsteps.

Hampan bent his knees and crouched down to equalize his height with Anha who was currently crying and drowning her head in both of her knees that he hugged.

In this place, there is a woman crying and sobbing. And now this? What's he supposed to do?

Confused, should he give a shoulder to a crying woman? Or should he try to calm her down? But how.

But, right, they just got to know each other, even they only met twice.

His hand was about to touch Anha's head. But he pulled it back. Hamkan felt awkward when he suddenly hugged Anha or calmed her down. What, who is he?

Keep scratching his head that does not itch at all. Men die if they see a woman crying. This is more difficult than negotiating with clients.

Confused about what to do, Hamkan finally decided to let Anha calm down. Maybe that's what Anha needs right now.

***

When Hamkan chose to leave her, it didn't mean he didn't care. He walked to pick up his car which was in the mall parking area. Quietly wait for Anha who is outside this mall.

Grip the car driver tightly. I don't know if Anha will come out of the west or east exit. What matters now is just stay here.

Hamkan's eyes examined one by one the people who came out from the east. Who knew there was an Anha figure passing by there.

About twenty minutes into the wait, a woman with a blue top came out of the mall and stood on the side of the road looking down and staring at the phone in her hand.

Seeing that Hamkan started to run his car towards the side of the road where Anha was standing.

“Anha,” says Keep it down and lower the car door glass down. Anha looked ahead. Hamkan realized something from his gaze, even though he stopped crying, but his eyes were still glazed, and puffy.

“You came home with no?” haman said.

“Ng-no need, I've pesen grab.”

Hamka exhaled. It was also impossible to let Anha go home by public transportation like this.

Get out of her car and open the door for Anha.

“Come in, I'll anterin you home.”

Anha still shook her head and her gaze was still down.

“Neventless. I pesen grab, kok,” repeated Anha again for a second time, even though she lied and has not ordered grab.

Just look at him in silence.

'Maybe he doesn't want me to know he's crying, ' his inner self.

“You're not ashamed to go home with such puffy eyes? Then later if the grab driver thinks strange how? I promise, I won't ask you anything. Because it's your personal business.”

Let's just choose to give in, leaving the car door that was welcome for Anha still open.

Let's get back in his car. Two more minutes if Anha does not want to be driven home, then she can not force too, right?

Anha seemed to hesitate for a moment. But true also the words of Hamkan. He would be ashamed of the grab driver when he cried like this.

Finally after that Anha wants to enter the car.

And sure enough, along the way Hamkan did not question him at all. When Anha looked at him. Just look ahead and focus on driving. Though Anha does not know if in the heart of the man is currently in a state of turmoil.

Anha leaned her head against the body of the car and closed her eyes. Pretending sleep. Just so that Hamkan doesn't know if he's crying again.

Arriving in front of Anha's house. Stop pulling the car over the fence. He wants to open. Hamkan took Anha inside.

“You have also—” just wanted to welcome Anha. But Mama's words stopped when suddenly her son hugged her tightly and her crying broke again.

Mama Anha was still confused and stared questioningly at Hamkan.

“You why Anha?”

Anha was still crying as she pleased. Getting married is not easy. He was humiliated in public. Psychic Anha shaken.

“Hamkan,” said her mother Anha asked for an explanation of the confusion.

Confused about what to answer. It was not that he was currently pretending not to know with all of this, even though Hamkan was looking at everything with his own eyes but it was also strange if he had to explain everything to his Mama Anha.

“Please don't know, Aunt. Let Anha aja who mengjelasin to Aunt if she later is better.”

Take a taste, that's the best option right now.

After that, let it sit down to go home. Let Anha's personal business, Anhalah explain it.

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