Divorced on the First Night

My Sean

Bella smiled faintly at Anha. He embraced Hasan's arm next to him and said spoiled to Hasan. In fact, Bella was just riding in Hasan's car to go together. But this opportunity Bella can't just miss, right?

“Hasan, kok, even bengong, anyway. Come on, come in, San.”

There was pain in his heart. Like slashed by an invisible little dagger. Anha decided to look at the two of them and looked at the cardboard she was just on tote so as not to be caught if her eyes were currently starting to look glassy.

Anha thought back to the words Hasan had said to her.

“I can't, An, same you. I thought you were a good woman until I was going to chase you.”

“I can not imagine, An, how my children will be if you have a mother like you.”

It hurts a lot to remember that line of words.

Twice the pain saw Hasan not refuse to be joined by Bella like that. Oh, maybe they have a relationship now, who knows?

Good women for good men. On the other hand, men are good for good women.

Maybe Anha is not a good woman to Hasan.

Ana tries to let go. His feet stepped forward again but his gaze was still fixed on the cardboard he was carrying.

Finally he and Hasan just walked in opposite directions without staring at each other. Like a stranger. Like nothing happened between the two of them.

***

Anha walked along the edge of the road. He does not currently want to order an online service. Anha decided to stop by for a moment to the cafe which is located not far from this office.

“Americano, one,” Anha told the cafe waiter.

After getting her order Anha chose to sit on the second floor chair facing the Jedela. Facing the vehicle that passed from above here.

His hand was moved to pull out the cell phone and tissue from inside his bag.

Anha rubbed her wet eyes using tissue. Please, it is not good to continuously dissolve in this sadness.

His thumb is scrolling through the screen of his phone. He misses Sean, by the way. How, yes, is the boy doing now?

Understandably, lately Anha rarely text or call with Sean because the last time when calling Sean the boy said if he was busy testing. Anha also did not want to disturb him.

But sending him a message is okay, isn't it? Who knows, he currently has some free time.

Mother: Sean. What are you again?

Anha typed on her phone screen. It didn't take long for the boy to reply.

The Tengil: Cie, tumben auntie with me first. Kangen, yes, same me?

If usually Anha will be upset or laugh reading the ignorant message from Sean. This time Anha just fell silent—though quite amused a bit.

Sean was snorting across there. Her cheeks flushed. Flowers once his heart.

Ah, tumben once his aunt misses him. Despite these details, Sean was indeed agonizing.

The Tengil: Kangen what is so bad? reply Sean while listening to his own grin.

Afraid that his beloved aunt would be upset and would not send him another message. Sean decided to call her.

“Hai, beautiful,” Sean said when his phone was picked up by Anha.

Anha was still silent, despite being quite happy and amused by Sean.

“How are you, Sean?” said Anha while flanking her phone using her shoulder while sipping coffee.

“Good, really, Aunt. Aunt herself how are you?”

“Tante well. You're not playing here?”

I heard a heavy breath from across there.

“Against the exam, Aunt. Can't go back there. I miss a lot of Auntie. Especially if aunt Anha again manyunin lips time pout..”

The boy's voice was interrupted for a moment. Then continue that word.

“It takes nyium. Ahahaha.”

This kid really. There is no repentance at all. But this time his crisp jokes could make him smile—a little bit.

“Oh, yes. How's Aunt's wedding? Sorry, yeah, Sean can't stand it. But calm down, the envelope will be in the form of a dollar transfer, Tanteku.”

Sean laughed as he said the joke. But Anha is not.

Sean does know the date of his marriage to Hasan. But Sean doesn't know if the marriage is off. Maybe Sean knows he and Hasan are married.

Anha held onto her chest which still felt tight. Why when Anha tries to forget, but it always feels hard.

“Halo. Still connecting, right? How, heck, Tan?” sean said because there was no reply at all from Anha.

Anha realized the voice of Sean.

“Eh, how? What were you talking about, Sean?”

Sean frowned. Why is the Tantunya weird like this. Not connecting once when invited to talk. Not as fun as usual. Sean's intuition is sharp. The sensitivity of this child is very high.

“Tante is okay, right?”

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