Divorced on the First Night
Sweet Catton Candy (3)
“Ma-sorry. There was—”
“No papa, really. Thanks,” said Anha disconnected Hamkan's remarks just now.
To eliminate the awkwardness. Hamkan finally invited Anha to sit on a chair outside the night market to enjoy their cotton candy before returning home.
Anha softened little by little cotton candy and put it in her mouth. It's sweet! It's so delicious!
“So, Mr Owner ngajakin girls play to the night market? Not to a luxury resort or abroad while boarding a private plane is like in romantic novels?” said Anha while slowly elbowing Hamkan's arm.
Blush to hear this, and he is only able to beat to neutralize his heart that beats unnaturally, it feels very difficult to manage.
It could be if like this continues then Anha will hear his heartbeat again.
“Most read your novel, tuh,” replied Just make Anha laugh amusedly. Let's look at him at a glance, the crisp laughter of this woman is actually sweeter, beating the sweetness of cotton candy that is in her mouth at this time.
“Anha...”.
“Yes. What?”
Anha looked at Hamkan who was calling her at the side.
“Anha. You are beautiful when you smile again. Next time smile more often and don't be sad anymore, yes,” said Hamkan while smiling to Anha.
Anha was silent hearing this. Her cheeks are really heating up. His heart just exploded. But only a red hue on the cheeks was visible.
Anha nodded her head and lowered her head in embarrassment.
‘Do not be sad-sad mulu, yes.’
They arrived home at nine in less than ten minutes.
***
The next day, at Anha's house....
Yesterday, when Anha went weekly night with Hamkan.
When there are only those at home. Jeng Asih also finally conveyed his intention so that the relationship of the two children is better to go to a further level, or other words are to the level of guarantee.
Obviously Jeng Marni is happy not to play to hear it.
“Later, yes, Jeng I helped to talk to Anha. Because I myself do not know if Anha already likes what is not the same Nak Hamkan.”
Jeng Asih nodded his head and waited for good news from his candidate.
***
When I think back to last night's events. Mama Anha's smile grew even more.
Mama looked at Anha who was currently busy flipping through page after page of thick package books in the living room.
Anha sat on the floor carpet and summarized the materials to teach Monday tomorrow.
Mama shook her head when she saw that the television in the living room was still on but Anha did not watch it at all.
Mama sat on the couch and turned off the television.
“Electricity saving Anha!” said mama carefully.
“Iya, Ma,” replied Anha and her hand was still busy holding a pen to summarize the contents of the thick package book on the notebook.
Mom smiled, then said....
“Anha. What if you marry Him? You want to?”
But the words that came out of her mother's mouth made Anha stop her writing movement.
“Ma-I mean Mama what?” asked Anha while turning her eyes that were originally staring at the thick package book now changed to look at her mother's face.
“Iya. What if you marry the same. You want to, right?” repeat mama clearly.
Anha remained silent. His hands were tightly clenched with the pen.
“Sorry, Mom. Ana can't.”
***
