Divorced on the First Night

Mr. Hans

“What, anyway, Jo,” cerocos Sisil is upset insensitively with Jo's code telling him to just shut up.

“Emang what, anyway, An, your lack, An? Udah beautiful, nice, graceful, slim, pinter cook. No brain is that bad. He's the one who doesn't pantes for you, An. You are, so the wife of the official can, really. Iubahin barren it's lakik!”

Sisil. Jo patted his own forehead. This kid really has no filter!

Anha was still speechless, then hugged Sisil tightly. Giving her a farewell hug and rubbing her back so as not to cry her again.

But his embrace loosened and slipped when Anha remembered something. His hand moved looking for something he had stored in his tote bag.

“Search what?” sisil asked when he saw her.

Meet me!

Sisil frowned seeing Anha take out a red velvet box from inside her bag.

Better this thing let Sisil give it to Hasan alone.

“Sil, can I ask you please?” ask Anha to her best friend. Sisil just scrunched his forehead while mentakan ‘apa’.

“I asked for help, yes, Sil,” Anha paused for a moment and grabbed Sisil's right hand.

“Please give this to Hasan, yes, if you later meet him.”

Sisil pulled his hand violently and folded it in front of his chest. His breath was blowing fast. Angrier.

“Ih. Not to, yeah. Mending you sell there lipisinya to buy good food so as not to be upset because of the same nullity is lakik!” sisil said with a grunt.

“Sil. Please,” beg Anha to him.

“Later I love him. Stay there,” said Jo while fixing her glasses.

“Still, yes, Jo.”

“Pamit first, yes, Sil,” Anha said to Sisil as she hugged him again tightly. Anha also did not forget to shake hands with Jo also—but did not hug because Jo was a man.

When Anha had walked out of this room while topping the cardboard in front of her body. Sisil looked at the back of his best friend.

Anha completely changed, the air of her was not as lively as before, now she was dim, there was not the slightest curvature of a smile from her beautiful red lips. Sisil who is famous because most cikis alone can feel if the absence of Anha's marriage greatly hit his psyche.

***

When Anha was about to enter the elevator, she accidentally met with Mr. Hans. One of the directors in this company as well as koko from the devil Sean.

Anha bowed her body and greeted her superior.

Maybe Mr. Hans just came from the meeting room, he thought.

But unexpectedly, Mr. Hans even went into this elevator.

Anha and the other two employees who were in this elevator frowned. Why did Mr Hans get into the employee elevator? It's not that the higher-ups in this company have special elevators, huh? Or maybe there's another purpose for Mr Hans to get in here?

“How are you doing?” ask Mr. Hans, who is more than five heads old. Anha looked to the right, towards the other two employees. Who knows who is currently spoken to by Mr. Hans are the two employees who are next to him, not him.

It turned out that it was not the two people that Mr. Hans spoke to. They're both cute.

“Sorry? You talk to me?” ask Anha to make sure.

“Yes, you I mean.”

Anha just stared at the cardboard she was carrying. It feels so clumsy.

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