Divorced on the First Night

Skin Friction

“Why are you here? Wait for me there. Later I bring the food,” said Anha while closing the refrigerator door after taking some vegetables from inside.

Hamkan eyes can be seen catching some fresh vegetables on the kitchen table that want to be used as a vegetable salad. Anna washed them first one by one.

“Mau help you,” Hamkan said briefly as he walked closer to Anha.

Now Hamkan stood beside Anha and took one of the dishes from the shelf where the dishes were.

After all, doing something at the same time can be quickly completed, right?

Finally Anha prefers to focus on slicing her vegetables and arranging them on a plate. Also put the lettuce on his own plate.

“Sorry, yes, if Mama even ngerepotin you,” said Hamkan trying to melt shades.

“No papa, really. I don't bother at all. Even I seneng Aunty Asih came here.”

Hamkan nodded. Confused what else to say. He is not good at chatting with the opposite sex.

Finally quiet between the two of them, only the sound of clockwork seconds on the kitchen wall combined with the sound of a knife slicing vegetables.

Now Anha cut the cucumber into a form of small dice that she had peeled first.

Anha was now a quiet figure. Talk the most that too. It seems like a maximum of three words. He rarely asked her back. Now, what should he do?

Damnit. It's true, yes. It's very difficult to find chat materials with women. Feels awkward.

Anha felt bad as well if they were to be quiet at each other like this. Moreover, at that time Hamkan had been kind enough to give him a lift up to the house. So Anha took the initiative to invite him to speak first.

“Have..”.

Hamkan who felt called looked at his side.

“Ya?”

Let's stare back to the original direction—piringnya. He smiled thinly. Now that the salad was ready, even he could finish it faster than Anha.

Anha was still curious about it. First Impression Hamkan was not so good for Anha.

Let's grimace, it turns out that it is true if the woman is an expert in remembering, and a historian as well.

Actually, it is not intended not to attend the matchmaking dinner that night. It's just….

“I... I'm sorry, yes, if that time did not come. I have a job abroad. While Mama did not say it all from the beginning, mama planned it all secretly. I'm sorry,” said Hamkan while scratching the tip of his nose.

Anha nodded. Just answer with one short word….

“Oh.”

Just like that.

Now the atmosphere here is awkward back. Let's glance at a little Anha from the corner of her eye who is currently pouring mayonnaise sauce from the container to the edge of the plate—fear if Auntie Asih does not like mayonnaise.

So wonder for yourself in your heart. Don't-don't you just keep it in Anha's eyes is a boring figure, huh?

Hamkan stared back at his finished salad, but he had not poured the mayonnaise sauce at all.

His hand outstretched about to take the spoon that was in the mayonnaise container but accidentally completely his left hand was in direct contact with the skin of Anha's right hand which was also about to take the mayonnaise again because feeling less on the salad.

Shut up, their eyes staring at each other for a few seconds.

“Ma-sorry,” says Have reflex. He didn't even know why he apologized for something he did not do on purpose.

“Gapa, kok.”

Damn, just one friction between the skin with the skin alone can cause a strange gelenyar in his mind.

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