Divorced on the First Night

Not Dare to Tell a Story

Mama Anha is now walking back and forth in the family room like a broken iron.

The confused one is her mother. Which mother was not anxious when her son suddenly cried loudly when he came home and gave her no explanation at all.

Mama had urged for an answer to Hamkan for an explanation. Until they pestered and called Hamkan many times and sent him a message, asking about what really happened to Anha.

But Hamkan's answer did not satisfy his heart, Hamkan only replied so that Mama did not have to worry and calm down first. Maybe Anha is currently taking some time to calm herself down until she is ready to explain everything later.

“Anha will definitely tell her own story, really, Auntie. Sorry, yes, Aunt. Don't mean to worry or wonder. Hamkan himself also does not know why Anha can like that. Just meet Anha on the road and keep her coming home aja.”

That was a reply from Hamkan whose mother read over and over again.

Mama breathed a tired breath, her heart was not bad. Maybe this could be what is called telepathy, the inner bond between the child and the mother.

Mama glanced at the clock on the wall of this family room which has now shown at four in the afternoon. Mama remembered Anha had just eaten at twelve this afternoon.

Although Anha is only seen sleeping curled up in her bed and occasionally her mother finds herself crying. But these two days his mother routine to give him food. Her mother was afraid when her son became ill.

Two days later her mother painstakingly brought food to Anha's room, put it on the nightstand near where Anha's bed was.

With dishes and food on her left hand, while her right hand was raised to knock on Anha's room door. Today, Mama decides to ask Anha about what really happened to her. Even forcing is okay he will do. Mama could not wait any longer for Anha's explanation debt to him.

“Anha. You have lunch first,” said Mama while knocking on Anha's room door and sticking her earlobes on the door body. There is no truth from within. Isn't Anha sleeping?

Then Mama opened the door to Anha's room which was not locked at all. As usual. Anha looked as if she was sleeping curled to the right while submerging her face into her yellow bolster with a picture of Twetty.

Mama knows, Anha must have cried. Mama walked up and put food on the nightstand and put the dirty dishes of the old lunch container on the floor and she would take it out when the confrontation with her daughter was over.

“Anha. Come on, wake up, kid. Mama bawain food. Later go to sleep again no papa,” said Mama while rubbing Anha's head lovingly. Usually you will leave the food itself on the nightstand. But this time Mama will wait for Anha until nightfall is okay.

Although Mama does not know what causes her child to cry and fall like that, but Mama can feel the sadness of seeing her daughter who slumped like this. The real reason Anha ‘ does not dare to tell a story is because Anha understands something that when her mother later knows this all if her marriage with Hasan is canceled, surely mama will be even more sad.

Anha has always maintained the feelings of others. For example, Anha when she left the house Ikram, she could still empathize with her helpers and give him severance. Even when Anha was betrayed by Ikram Anha hid her husband's disgrace tightly-rapat—although Anha did not think that her ex-husband would be able to repay her by telling others to open his disgrace in public, stripping his pride in front of many people.

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