Divorced on the First Night

So Sweet

“You brought me stock?” ask with sparkling eyes. It just so happened that he was feeling hungry right now.

Anha nodded and shifted the chair she was sitting in to get closer to Hamkan. Now their sitting positions face to face and are only limited by the workbench owned by Hamkan only.

With the spirit of Anha opened the box. Turns out mom cooked bento for Hamkan.

Anha exhaled a bitter breath. This mother is really evil once, her whole life mama never cook food for her, but this time she cooks bento for other people's children. Maliciously.

“Bentter, yes. I'm gonna wash my hands first. My hands are dirty abis megang job,” said Hamkan while moving from his seat. Yet unexpectedly at all with reflex Anha held onto Hamkan's arm while shaking her head to stop him.

Nah! Can't! If Hamkan went outside to wash his hands, it would mean that he would meet the secretary of the temptress. Anha doesn't like it! Anyway can't!

“Neventless. I-I'm afraid that you live alone here,” said Anha stammered. The two beads they looked at each other. Both of their hearts beat each other.

After Anha was aware of her own stupidity. Anha retracted her hand and felt wronged. Oh my God, what kind of reason is that. So laughable. Now Anha looked the other way in embarrassment.

“Let me bribe you,” said Anha shyly when saying that. Anha would not be willing if Hamkan had to meet his secretary again.

Smile to hear it. Sweet also turns out this kid. Hampan took off and according to him, he sat back in his chair.

“I you bribe while doing my job, huh? Just read the same report signature, doang, kok.”

Anha nodded her head. The important thing is not to go out then it's okay.

“Aaaaak... Open her mouth,” said Anha as her hands stretched out to feed Hamkan. The right hand held the spoon while the left hand was under his own right hand, afraid that the food would fall and dirty the workbench owned by Hamkan.

If only Mama Anha and Jeng Asih had seen him. Surely the two mothers will be excited to know it turns out the relationship to their two children is developing so rapidly.

“Not tired, yes, you have to handle that much?” said Anha as she gazed at the pile of paper to the left of Hamkan's hand. “Ngak use stamp to sign it?” continued Anha again while preparing for the next bribe after later Hamkan completed his chew.

“Important documents cannot be signed with stamp. Although it looks good too, anyway, if you can.”

Anha nodded her head. Indifferent to what they are currently discussing.

Looks like Hamkan likes mama's bento. Tomorrow Anha will ask mama to teach her to cook bento like this.

Hampan hit his head with his right hand. Observing Anha's pretty face up close. Mumpung Anha is still down and struggling with the provisions in front of him so that Hamkan can observe it without being discovered.

Never thought that Anha had this motherly and affectionate side. Bento is actually a mediocre food. Hamak can even get a more luxurious lunch out there than this. But what makes lunch this time feel more special and meaningful is because there is Anha here—and Anha is also painstakingly bribing her.

“Anha...”.

“Hmm?” Anha only cleared a glance.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Bby. Want to ask what?”

Anha arranged katsu chicken meat on the rice on her spoon.

“Em... An. I-I want to ask.”

Hamkan felt a bit hesitant to say it to Anha or not just need to. But Hamkan finally resumed his words that had been interrupted.

“Anha. Btw, your dream husband-to-be who was like how?”

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