Divorced on the First Night

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Without feeling the storm has succeeded Anha passed more than a month. Now Anha's condition has started to improve. He did not cry about Hasan anymore.

However, Anha could not refuse if sometimes she still cried when she was about to sleep when she thought back to Hasan.

Sometimes the clear grain drips on its own without excuse.

But after all, no matter how bad things are, life still continues, right?

Although I have learned to forget and to forget. Anha still closed her heart tightly to others. He's still traumatized and right now he just wants to be alone first.

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The knocking sound from the front door rang out, making Anha and Mama turn towards the main door simultaneously.

"Bukain, gih, An, there," said the mother while still enjoying her favorite flying fish soap opera on television where two women were fighting over one husband.

Moreover, the famous mustache soundtrack sometimes makes Anha feel upset and grumble indistinctly from inside her own room.

Anha shook her head, this mother is indeed a lover of hard-line soap operas.

Anha who had just landed her butt on the sofa and was about to talk about something important with her mother was stopped because of the knock on the door.

"Males, ah, Ma," said Anha with a bent face.

Mama glared fiercely. "The hunt is there. Saucery."

Finally, Anha relented and walked straight to the main door to open the door from her being a child.

"Eh, Auntie," said Anha when she had opened the door and found Auntie Asih and Hamkan standing out there to meet.

"Please come in, Aunt.”

Anna invited the two to enter.

My mother smiled happily at the arrival of her best friend. The soap opera is not even touched at all.

They hugged each other, and of course, splashed like friends who had not met for a long time.

"Tumben, Jeng, play. Really happy, you know, me."

"Yes, Jeng. Same. I'm also very upset."

Jeng Asih deliberately sat next to Anha, while Hamkan himself sat on a chair and faced Anha.

Anha was silent because she did not know what to do. When Hamkan looked straight ahead, he saw Anha in silence. Anha currently looks so beautiful—ralat, the woman was indeed from the first very beautiful. But now she looked different, this time there was no happy look on her beautiful face. And to be honest, Hamkan slightly missed the smile Anha had seen in the hospital when Anha accompanied her mother who was being treated at the hospital.

Hemkan exhaled. For a moment to recall the incident when Anha was publicly humiliated at that time, it was natural that it all made Anha now unable to smile anymore.

The incident was kept in a meeting. He did not tell anyone—including to his mother though.

"How are you doing, son?" said Jeng Asih while rubbing Anha's arm. Jeng Asih's smile is always glistened when he sees the child of his best friend.

"Anha's good news, Aunt. Auntie, how are you?" tanya Anha tried to be friendly to Jeng Asih.

Behold, even a glance is obvious if Anha's smile was just forced once to form a crescent moon arch on her red lips.

"Good aunt. Auntie kangen is so with you. Finally Aunt Maksain Hamkan also make aunt nganter here. Oh, aye. It's for you."

Jeng Asih moved to give a brown tote bag parcel to Anha. It was an expensive bag that was bought by Hamkan but he had not given it to Anha.

Just smiling looking at both. Mama looks very affectionate with Anha even though Anha is not her flesh and blood. I don't know what's underlying it.

Even mama to pestered herself who was struggling with a laptop just to meet with Anha.

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