Divorced on the First Night

Bumped 1

Mama reread the word barrage containing the full address of Hasan's house on the screen of her phone that was sent by Anha.

Right, this is Hasan's housing complex.

"Left, sir."

Mama's index finger pointed towards the entrance of Hasan's home complex, driving the way to the online taxi driver she booked.

The taxi finally stopped in front of the dark brown fence of Hasan's house. Mama gave a glance, there the atmosphere was quiet with Japanese grass that felled the edge of the left kana of the yard.

But seeing two white cars in the yard must have been someone in there, and maybe Hasan was in his house.

"Just a minute, yes, sir," she told the taxi driver before getting out of the car.

There is a small white box bell on the top of the wall of the fence side of Hasan's house. Mom pressed it once. Looking back at the house who knew someone was coming from inside.

But it's still quiet. Finally my mom tried to push back the bell up to three times while waiting for a moment outside.

But there was no movement at all from inside Hasan's house. What's clear is that mom decided to give me three more minutes of standing out here. Finally this time the mother pressed for the last time and still no one came out of the house either Hasan or the maid in the house.

My mother's patience is over. There can't be a car in the courtyard but there's no one inside!

Mama finally decided to just leave here and enter the taxi again.

"We're going to the next address, sir. Later I give a tip for you," said the mother, replied a nod by the driver.

Actually it doesn't matter if Hasan cancels his marriage with Anha. Mama's arrival was also not to beg Hasan's marriage to his daughter. All my mother expected was for them to break up well.

Hasan asked his son in a polite way to come to the house and persuaded him to want to marry Anha to him but when separated even Hasan himself like this.

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After arriving in front of the main house of Ikram with his current wife, mama paid the taxi fare along with tips to the taxi driver. Mom will book another taxi.

Mama pressed the bell of the house Ikram, it did not take long Ikram's maid was nimble to walk quickly to the mother.

“I want to meet Ikram,” said mama briefly.

“Oh, if you can know with whose mother and have made a promise to Mr. Ikram what not, Bu?” tanya Siti—asisten household Ikram—to Mama.

Mama hiccups, indeed he wants to meet with the president what to use must be a first agreement of all.

Siti grimaced being glared at like that by this middle-aged woman in front of her. It's not that the snobs don't let him in. But what his employer ordered was like that if there were people who wanted to visit because it was a guest of Pak Ikram's own work a lot.

“Tell me Anha's mother. Look forward to him understanding.”

Hearing the words of her kindly former employer made Siti sparkle. Hurriedly Siti nodded and turned around then walked—halfway running into the house.

Just wait a few minutes for Siti to come out of the house and approach the mother. Then Siti happily opened the gate for mom.

“Please, Mr. Cram him inside, Bu.”

Mama nodded and Siti followed him behind.

“Your big lady isn't home?” ask mama to make sure first.

“No one is home. There's only Mr. Ikram, doang.”

Mom was glad to hear it. At least he didn't need to come face to face with his obnoxious iron. If you remember the story of Anha who was tormented in this luxurious house, surely the emotions of her mother will be ignited already.