Divorced on the First Night

Life Continues

For two weeks, Anha confined herself to her room.

july 20, 2019, that is the date engraved with gold ink on their wedding invitation card.

Today was the happiest day for Anha.

If fate had been kind to him, Anha should have worn a white-colored ivory bone kebaya today that wrapped her slim body. Invitational guests both men and women will definitely praise her beauty and it makes her cheeks blush reddish.

On this day Anha stood up and greeted the invited guests at her wedding with Hasan.

But it was all a wishful thinking, in fact, that their marriage was annulled. Cancelled unilaterally by the bridegroom.

Anha increasingly curled up and bent her back, sleeping obliquely shaped like a fetus in the womb.His hands tightly gripped the white bed sheet.

Even what made him hurt was that Hasan really did not have any good faith at all to come to him home. Hasan seemed lost to the earth.

Anha was not grandiose, nor did she force Hasan to continue their marriage if he did not want to marry her. Though Anha only hoped Hasan broke off their marriage relationship politely. They know very well, they should have separated in a good way too, right? But in fact until now Hasan has no news.

“Anha, eat first, yuk?”

Mom's voice rang out from behind the bedroom door, followed by a knock on the door of her room.

Now Anha has eaten outside the room—more precisely in the dining room. Unlike the early weeks of his slump where every day when he was about to eat mama always painstakingly bring her food into the room.

Anha did not want to trouble mama continuously.

“Iya Ma, break. Later Anha out,” reply Anha from the inside while rubbing her wet cheek will tears that accidentally had dripped.

No longer did my mother's voice come from behind the door. Maybe my mom went to the dining room.

Anha tidied up her disheveled appearance so as not to look pitiful in front of mama. His outstretched hand opened the nightstand drawer to pick up the rubber and now he tied his hair with the original.

Anha started to come out of the room and join the meal with mama. Silent between the two of them, leaving only the soft sound of the boom from the spoon colliding with the plate. Lately his mother also never offended at all everything related to Hasan. Maybe mama intended for Anha to quickly move on from Hasan. Mama also did not tell me if she secretly met Hasan and Ikram, Anha did not need to know about it.

The movement of chewing food Anha stopped for a moment when she heard a notification sound from her phone. Anha checked for a moment. One incoming message from an unknown number on whatsapp.

08996453857: Hello, Brother. Good afternoon. Sorry to interrupt the time for a moment. We from Elisha Shouvenir want to ask about the goods that have been ordered. Are we going to send it to brother's house or is it going to be cancle, huh, sister? If an approved order is cancelled. We plan to refund 50% of the souvenir fee that you have ordered.

Anha stared at the message in silence, occasionally her eyes rubbed slowly. It was a message from their wedding souvenir.

The marriage counting that day was already broken. Although the souvenir party kindly returned the money half a percent, but for what? Anha did not expect it at all.

The building is ready, the invitation has been issued. Even Hasan had spent a lot of money. I don't know, Anha's tired of thinking about it. He had been lamenting for too long his fate of failing to marry.

Anha: Sorry, Brother. It is better if you directly contact this number, yes….

Anha adds Hasan's number at the end of the message from her whatsapp. Let Hasan take care of it, and Hasan paid for it.

“Who, An?” mama asked curiously as her daughter's water turned grim.

Anha shook her head, put her phone back in her pants pocket and continued to enjoy her meal which had stopped.

“Nobody, really, Ma.”

I think he should change his phone number tomorrow.

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After lunch is over. Anna washes all the dirty dishes. Indeed, Anha and her mother every day for the task. If mama cooks, then Anha helps clean the house. Like sweeping, washing clothes, or washing dishes—if you are lazy sometimes Anha does not do it.

After washing the dishes, Anha remembered something, she had not picked up some of her things in the office that were still left behind. Maybe tomorrow he will take it all goodbye to Sisil for not working there anymore.

After washing the dishes and putting them neatly on the dish rack, Anha put the waste from lunch into a scraping bag to throw in the front trash can of the house.

Anha walked out of the house while carrying the plastic. There were several neighboring mothers sitting next to Anha's house. I don't know what they're huddling about.

Beres! Everything's done. After this, we took an afternoon shower.

Even if she fails to marry. But the world is still turning, isn't it? Life must continue too.

But when Anha turned around, she heard a voice that was not wearing a heart.

“Pity, yes, Jeng's son. I was divorced when I was just a few months married. Where now nullify again.”

“Iya. Beautiful, his son. I can, yes, be ugly. My son is not beautiful very beautiful at the age of 21 already married, really, and durable until now.”

“Amit-amit, yes, Jeng. If my son broke up my marriage, I would be ashamed. Where the invitation is already widespread again.”

"Yes, I have one child, doang. So, his fate is so. Abis divorce continues to be null and void."

Kuping Anha hot taste. Anha who heard this was only able to bite her inner lower lip firmly. His hands were also tightly clenched. Today, he wants to make peace with the past. Why even walk like this?

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Folow igku dong: Mayangsu