Divorced on the First Night

Approaches

“Assalamualaikum,” said Anha after arriving home. Anha bent her body to take off her shoes.

Mama who had just brewed jasmine tea replied a greeting from Anha.

“Waalaikumsallam's chat. Have you come home?”

Mama looked at Anha at a glance. Breath sounds heard. Sometimes mama asked in her heart whether her daughter did not feel tired at all at work? Given the distance from home to work is quite far. Where to take public transportation again. Mom was worried about Anha.

“You're not tired, An?” ask mom carefully. Anha shook her head—can even still smile once.

“No, dong, Ma. Cook it, doang, tired. Excitement to know!”

My mom smiled hearing that. Anha always has a lot of stories when she comes home. There is a story about his student who quarreled while Anha was teaching. Cute faces of small children in the adorable tutoring place, lah. So it was only natural that Anha did not feel exhausted at all because her heart was happy.

“You don't want to buy a motor? Kan, it's more efficient. Mama, tuh, worried, loh, if you go home malem-malem ride BRT like that.”

Anha kissed the cheek of her mother who was sitting on the sofa from behind. Anha was happy for the attention given by her mother, spoiled with her mother for a moment was fun.

“No, ah, Ma. Lagian Anha can not ride a motorbike so why waste money to buy a motor.”

Her mother grimaced to hear it. It turns out that as beautiful as anything someone still has flaws, yes.

“Mean it otherwise could have learned.”

Anha released a hug from her mother because she felt bad if she had nagged her like that.

“No, ah, Ma. Males.”

“Males aja digede-gedein,” ninyir mama while shaking her head.

“Fear of failure,” reply Anha looking for other reasons.

“Mana. Origin does not violate the rules aja also do not cross times.”

The woman is a true creature. But if two women argue with each other, I don't know who will calm him down.

Mama glared at hearing it. There's-there's, anyway, the reason for this kid. This is how they are, sometimes arguing about things not quality.

“Udah-already. There you take a shower and keep eating. Tuh, mama is already your favorite.”

A smile was engraved on Anha's lips. Apparently, his son had moved on from Hasan. Mama exhaled an upset breath. Which makes mama annoyed Hasan never come to this house though. The people of Hasan could be like that.

“Oh, yes, An. Mama wants to talk to you.”

“Yes? What the hell are you talking about, Ma?”

“Um...”.

Actually mama wants to mention a little about Hamkan in the view of what Anha is like. But he broke it. Anyway Anha hasn't moved on a hundred percent yet. Misspeaking later even ruin the mood.

“No,” said mama indifferently as she stared ahead. Anha's forehead frowned at the obscurity of this mother.

“Gimana, hell, Ma.  Really big glasses.”

After that Anha passed into her room. Mama still enjoys the remnants of tea in her cup which is patterned Chinese bamboo. Sipping it like a royal queen.

Let the two sons of man be close by themselves. No need to rush. If it is a match, it will not go where.

***

“Anha, today we are off, right?” asked my mom with a smile. Ana frowned while nodding her head. It just so happens that today Anha is taking a holiday and someone has backed up her schedule.

“Iya. Why, Ma?”

“Well, what a coincidence. Bring food made by Mama to his office. Nak Hamkan same mother is good with us. He was also, right, at that time already nganterin you go home and bring a sponge for you. That's why we have to return the kindness,” said mama at length while putting the provisions she had made into the tote bag.

Huh! Just be right!