Divorced on the First Night

Malu

“Anha. Your ideal husband-to-be is like how?” tanya Hamkan while propping up her chin using her right hand.

Anha's hand that was originally stretched out to feed Hukan again stopped when she heard this.

Anha's body felt stiff. Even now his face turned sad and his lips trembled slightly. Anha pulled her hand back, put the spoon in the lunch box, not so feeding Hamkan.

Anha lowered her head, why did Hamkan also ask her that? Anha has been dating many times. He knows it right. Usually if someone asks about you about ‘type of girlfriend or the ideal type of wife/husband of your dream’ then it means that the person actually wants to know you further. He is scraping a lot of information so that they can solidify themselves in order to become the ideal husband as you mentioned earlier.

Now Anha is just squeezing her jeans. Choosing not to answer the question from Hamkan earlier.

Don't you think Hamkan likes it, huh?

But suddenly Anha hurriedly shook her head strongly. Expel the thought from his mind far away. Too presumptuous if Anha to dare to think like that. He should know himself and not be over-thinking like that. As it were, he deserved so much for Hamkan?

Anha scared. His trauma seemed to come back to embrace his confidence until it disappeared. Until Anha is only able to bite her lower lip.

At best he will be left again. As it already is. It is better at this time Anha just keep a distance with Hamkan and not too easy to open the heart. Not that the beginning of his relationship with Ikram and Hasan is because he is also too easy to open his heart to others, right?

“Anha... You're okay, right?” tanya Hamkan who was worried saw Anha was scared like that. Even now his facial water has changed not as much as it was.

Keep scratching his own head that does not itch. Did he say it wrong, huh? Though Hamkan asked like that just wanted the two of them to be more familiar. There is no more intention. Damn it looks like Hamkan even messed up the atmosphere.

And Anha is beautiful. There must be a lot of guys who like Anha more than him. Hamkan also did not dare to wish too much to Anha.

“Anha...,” said Hamkan back because Anha is just silent not chiming in.

Anha just shook her head while saying, “I don't pa-pa, kok.”

“Serious?”

Anha blinked her eyes. Staring at his hand that was now squeezing on his lap.

This taste should be trimmed before it grows any more. So as not to cause injuries that tomorrow may be painful.

“Be-press, yes. I'm going to the toilet first. Want to pee,” said Anha lying while standing up from her chair. He wanted to go to the bathroom not to pee but to dampen the awkwardness that enveloped the atmosphere in this room.

But when Anha was about to go to the exit, Hamkan called out to her until her steps were now stopped.

“Anha. Where are you going?” the one who was picked is now looking towards the back.

“You to the bathroom,” said Anha innocently.

“The bathroom is there,” said Hamkan while pointing at the corner of the room using his little finger. Anha followed the direction of her finger.

Anha grumbled in her heart. Goddamnit! Why also he does not remember if surely the company owner's room has a bathroom in it.

So... just now, just want to wash your hands, not in the bathroom outside, right?

Anha turned back to face the door—back Haman who was currently frowning saw Anha's strange and fickle behavior.

Anha banged her head slowly at the glass door in front of her. What a fool he is, why he doesn't remember that. Even then he was willing to hold Hamkan's hand so as not to go and willingly feed Hamkan with his own hands.

Now Anha is ashamed. Where'd you put this face? It felt like Anha wanted to drown her head inside the closet alone. Or the second option is better to dig a hole in the ground and bury himself deeply so shamefully.

Know this better, just eat with your own hands!