Divorced on the First Night

Am I Jealous?

“Anha, Ma?” asked Anha while pointing at herself and her open lips did not believe in any of this.

Why would Anha do that?

“Iya, dong. We, right, have to return the favor.”

Mama smiled happily, until her eyes shriveled, and of course.

“Dah, hunt there depart. The car was waiting outside,” said mama while giving the provision to Anha.

“Hah?!” anha's mouth was gaping.

A car? Whose car? It's because her son can't ride a motorcycle so mom bought him a car.

Anha was already wearing a neat casual suit, so she thought about not having to change her clothes and better just leave right away, right? After all, he had no feelings for Hamkan. So what's berias for?

Arriving at the door of the house. Anha's eyes were full. He's dumbfounded. Mom's not kidding. There was a black car in front of the fence. Holy hooch!

Anha slowly approached the car.

“Siang, Ms. Anha,” greet the driver to Anha.

Uh, this isn't Hamkan's personal driver, is it? The one who drove him home from the hospital.

“Please, Ma'am. I delivered,” said the driver after opening the car door for Anha. Anha's eyes narrowed, it felt so strange, she smelled suspicious smells.

Mama who was secretly peeking by flicking a little curtain behind the window door patted her own forehead.

Though he had conspired with Jeng Asih for this matter. But the candidate of his besi was insistent that Anha be escorted by her personal driver only. Jeng Asih was worried if Anha was okay.

Jeez, this Asih Jeng treats Anha like a chicken in loving Anha. It is only natural that his son is suspicious at this time.

“Kok, Can you take me?” ask Anha fully probing to Mr. Spir. His eyes were full of question marks.

“Em-em... Maud. Ta-tadi happened to be my nganterin Madam big shopping. Then Madam again WA with Mama Mbak Anha. Abis was after leading the Big Lady into the house. Madam told me to pick up Anha's mother. Hehe.”

The driver tried to find a reason as reasonable as possible. Then look at Anha from the middle spy. Hopefully, Anha's not suspicious.

The driver breathed a sigh of relief. Thank goodness Anha was unsuspecting.

***

Without feeling now they have reached the office of Hamkan. Anha was somewhat stunned, it turned out that the headquarters belonging to Hamkan was big as well.

Now he was only able to tightly grasp the rope of this tote bag. His head suddenly shrunk. Surely in there are many employees who wear work shirt suits and beautiful. Know this he was grooming first when at home.

“Please, Mbak,” said the driver. But unfortunately, the driver of Hamkan was not able to accompany him to the room Hamkan because there was something he said.

After asking a few people. Anha finally went up to the tenth floor of the place where Hamkan was.

“Excuse me. I want to meet Mr. Hamkan,” Anha told a woman sitting in her chair. Maybe private secretary Haman.

“Good. With whose mother and what needs?”

“Anha. Tell me Anha wants to meet.”

Secretary Hamkan nodded. Anha looked at the woman for a moment. Scan the appearance of the Hamkan secretary. The top two buttons are not properly buttoned until the edges are visible. Heh! This office doesn't have SOP work clothes, does it? Mr. Hans' secretary at work wasn't like that, anyway.

“Please. I will take Mom to her room,” said the Secretary kindly. Anha followed him from behind.

His hands clenched furiously. Look at! Not that the skirt was too short. Man Always the Man. Men are men! You fucking bastard!

Anha grumbled in her heart. Start thinking no-no.

Surely his eyes were fresh at seeing such a scene every day. It's crazy work. There is no encouragement.

Anha bit her lower lip. Uh, wait a minute. Why could she be upset indistinctly to Hamkan who had such a sexy secretary? That, right, is not his business.

Anha gulped.

‘What do-don't.. a-I'm jealous?’ said the inner girl Anha in heart.

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