Divorced on the First Night

Candy Cotton Candy (1)

“Go sightseeing?” repeat Anha while rubbing her eyes. Anha recalled for a moment whether she was busy tonight. But it didn't. Anyway, tomorrow he's off.

Mama and Jeng Asih were anxious to see the two of them.

Especially when looking at Hamkan who is old but still shy of cats as if he had never dated.

Let this be minimal knowledge about romance!

“OK. Bentar, yes. I change clothes first,” said Anha then passed entering her room.

Anha sorted out for a moment. Either his clothes are on the hangers of the closet or he neatly arranged. But everything still looks ugly in his eyes.

Anha tried to pull one of the dresses in her closet. Put in front of the body before wearing and see if this dress is appropriate to wear.

But then Anha's head shook. Wearing a knee-length dress is not a good option considering that she can shiver due to the cold night breeze.

Finally, Anha's choice fell on her pink knitwear and jeans subordinates.

Anyway, it's just a night walk with Hamkan. It is no different than going out with other friends. So Anha does not need to dress excessively.

Anha smeared red lipstick on her sensual lips. Since coming home from the office of Hamkan and give provisions to him.

From that day forward Anha had promised herself that Anha only considered Hamkan as a friend. Not more. He did not want to be disappointed for the umpteenth time.

Because wishing on humans is the most intentional heartbreak.

So Anha planted the principle for mediocrity. Trim this feeling before it grows more and more.

Casual suit, red blush lipstick, and horse-painted hair.

Anha looked up for the umpteenth time. It's finished!

Slowly Anha stepped out of her room.

Hamkan and Anha say goodbye to their mother.

The view of Hamkan did not escape from Anha who looked very beautiful. But Hamkan could only praise him inwardly.

“Be careful, yes. Do not go home malem-malem, you know,” said the mother reminded the two so as not to go home too late. Fear of being a neighbor's talk.

“Iya, Mother. Assalamualaikum.”

Anha nodded her head. They left at seven in the evening.

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“Don't malem-malem, yes, Humble. Not good if later Mama worried at home,” added Anha again, mengingakan.

Humkan smiled and nodded but did not reply about to take Anha where. Secret.

“Emang you never play outside and go home late at night?

Anha shook her head.

“Then, hell, young time ever. But now it's a treat.”

Hampan smile. Anha is really like a child.

Initially Anha thought they would both go to the minimarket to buy a bottle of instant coffee or even to a cafe and others. But it turns out Anha's guess was wrong when Hamkan's car pulled over to the place.

“Serious?” said Anha while opening her mouth slightly. Now Hamkan who feels wrong behavior.

“I-iya.”

That place is a night market!

How Anha did not laugh. Anha thought Hamkan would invite her to a romantic candle light dinner. Or if not Hamkan will go on vacation like other rich people. But it turns out....

Anha still closed her mouth as it held back an amused laugh.

“Um... You don't like it, do you? Sorry, yes. You see, I hear there's a night market open on your deck. That's why I want to bring you here. If you don't like it, we can go somewhere else. To the mall or where it is as you like,” said Hamkan while wiping his back hair.

Hemp cursed himself. This one, really minimal romance.

‘Hahahaha, that's why you, tuh, don't keep going out with your laptop,’

Hambang grimaced considering the taunts from his mother who was always addressed to him when he was busy struggling with his laptop.

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tbc

There's more continuation.