Divorced on the First Night

My Ideal Husband Candidate....

In the car, while driving Anha home....

Both are still silent to each other. Not a word came out of Anha's mouth.

Take a glance for a moment at the woman sitting in the chair next to her. Anha was staring out the window in silence. Look at the towering buildings out there.

To reduce the awkwardness between them. Turn on the audio. But the one that came out was the song Form of Love performed by the band ECLAT Story. Humkan grimaced. Damn, that song really turned upside down with the gloomy atmosphere in this car. Angrily Hamakn turned off the audio.

“You're angry, yes, same me?” ask Himkan while still focusing on driving the car. One more block and they will arrive.

“Ngak, coke. I just don't feel well.”

After that, Anha thanked him for being sent home. They also separate. Just stare at the woman's back from a distance and Anha gets further and further away, lost behind the door of the house she opened.

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“Udah home, An? How was the same afternoon Hamkan?” ask Mama excitedly. But Anha did not answer him at all. Her mother frowned looking at Anha who was displaying a lethargic face. Seeing this mama guessing in the heart seems like the plan to bring supplies for Hamkan did not go smoothly.

Seeing Anha who seemed to be not excited made her mother also gave up her intention to interrogate Anha.

Anha entered her room. Dropped his tired body on the soft bed.

Ah, cozy.

Suddenly the phone rang. Display one incoming notification there. Anha scrolls the lockscreen on her smartphone and reads the contents of the message carefully.

At first Anha thought that the message might be a message from Hamkan. But it turns out he was wrong. It was a message from his friend, Lidya.

Lids: An. Janlan, yuk. Let's not stress, type Lidya in the whatsapp message.

Anha's wiggly fingers moved to avenge him

Anha: No, Ah. Again males me, Lid. Sorry, yes. Anytime I'm free. God willing.

Lidya: Well, okay, deh, if that's the case.

Anha puffed her hair with the original use of a rubber band that was on the nightstand because she felt sultry all day her hair she stalls continuously. He'll take an afternoon shower.

It turned out that Lidya was sending him another message.

Anha grimaced as she read the message. Maybe the guy Lidya wants to introduce to him is Lidya's nose-nose om-om again. Anha shook her head, shuddering in horror herself. Because in fact, Lidya had introduced him to an om-om who almost raped him.

Man: No, no, Lid. Thanks though.

Lidya: Why don't you, An? He's an office, you know, An. The office, right, has a lot of benefits. Can live well you.

Anha still shook her head. Retyping stays in its stance if it doesn't want to.

Lidya from across there replied to the message in annoyance. This Ana is beautiful so arrogant so pretentious not want to. If he was Anha, obviously Lidya would. Unfortunately, the om did not want to be with a widow with two children like this Lidya.

Lidya: You want that guy like what, anyway, An? Good stuff doesn't want to. Too picky of you, huh. You might not do it, you know, and be a spinster!

Anha just kept quiet reading it. No desire at all to reply to the message from Lidya.

I don't know why Anha remembered those words again.

‘Anha... Your dream husband is like what?’

‘So you want that guy like how, anyway, An?’

Anha sighed. The man she wanted? I don't know, Anha was confused about what to answer.

Not too picky as Lidya said. But actually at this time Anha was still afraid to open her heart.

Anha's hand moved touching her own chest which felt pain. At this time Anha did not expect too much because Anha knew herself that she was bad like this.

It might even be the one that is actually inappropriate for anyone.

Anha bends her legs that were originally hammered to the floor. He held his own chin above his knees.

Anha is not grandiose, she just hopes that someday she will get a good husband candidate. Who can accept it as it is, even though it all sounds very impossible.

A husband-to-be who hopefully can teach her to be a better woman. Handsome and rich in the eyes of Anha is just a bonus.

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