Divorced on the First Night

You'd Better Hate Me

Mutual silence is not good taste. For two days Anha had been quiet with her mother like this. The two of them did not want to open their voices for the first two days. Either there are sinful proverbs silencing a person for three days or how Anha and her mother are so stubborn.

At home Anha herself only occasionally cross paths with her mother.

Honestly Anha was uncomfortable with the treatment of her mother who was silencing her like that. Maybe mama deliberately did this boycott so that Anha would marry Hamkan. If married as easily as married, obviously Anha would.

But Anha has closed her heart. It is better not to marry than fail to marry again which will even be the subject of scorn for others and the mother herself who will share the shame.

Anha sniffed her shoulders, trying to be bodo very. He wanted to see how long his mother would keep him quiet like this.

Casually as if without any burden at all Anha covered towards the dining room to fill her stomach that felt rumbling. It is also impossible for Anha to constantly raise her ego and continue to lock herself in the room and then will only come out after the mother is not there. Could starve him to death.

It looks like my mom is sitting on the couch flipping through the magazine she is reading. Anha pretended not to see it. The same, mama also pretended not to see as big as the shadow of Anha who entered the dining room even though she herself secretly glanced at Anha

Actually, my mom doesn't like each other like this. Two of them are mutually prestigious.

Actually.. These two days Mama has self-reflection. She knew that she was forcing too much will on Anha to marry Hamkan as soon as possible. Especially yesterday, he lost control like that. But she must apologize to Anha? this is how parents, because they feel they are older than their children sometimes if it is wrong to apologize.

Mama's pulling shoulders. Never mind, surely later they will improve again as usual.

***

In the dining room...

Anha tries to eat quickly because after this Anha will immediately run back to her room so that later she does not meet with mama.

But shit. Fate does not seem to support the covert plan. In the midst of eating, the sound of the doorbell rang, indicating that there were guests visiting.

“Assalamualaikum,” greetings someone from outside. Anha bit her fried chicken thigh and looked her eyes up. He seemed familiar with that voice.

“Eh Jeng Asih's. How, Jeng, are you?” the sound was heard from this dining room. Ah, Auntie Asih apparently.

But actually Anha felt somewhat astonished. Why is Auntie Asih lately often visited here? The feeling has not even been a week long but Aunt Asih has been visiting again. Anha prefers to fix the two excited mothers and continue her lunch.

After she finished eating, Anha walked over to wash her dirty dishes. When washing dishes accidentally Anha intersected with mama who is currently busy taking a banquet for Jeng Asih.

Now the atmosphere in this kitchen is really very cool. No one dared to open their voices first. The atmosphere was the same as when Hamkan grabbed his waist when at the night market. Anha was really embarrassed to remember it again.

“Let's salami first Aunt Asih,” said mom at a glance after taking a snack from the closet. It was just a conversation between the two of them after being quiet with each other for two days.

“Anha how are you?” sapa Jeng Asih was friendly as usual when she saw Anha coming out of the dining room.

“Good Aunt,” replied Anha while greeting. "Tante himself how are you?"

“Aunty News is also good. Come sit down first. Aunty kangen very much with you.”

Anha grimaces. Actually he was about to refuse because he already wanted to escape into his room as quickly as possible. But mama looked at him with a view that seemed to force to sit next to Aunty Asih. Finally Anha just complied and sat beside Jeng Asih while displaying a forced smile once.

“Anha... Actually Auntie is here to ask for help with you. Can you please call Auntie?” asked Jeng Asih carefully made Anha scrunch her forehead.

“Can, really, Aunt. What would Auntie ask for help?”

As long as Anha can help. Obviously Anha will try to do it.

“Oh, yes. Aunty was planning to go to his office to make food for him. But Aunt again males very, and it feels no longer good.” Anha frowned when she heard this. Mean what? What does this have to do with Anha herself?

“You can, right, help Auntie to bring that food to Hamkan?” continued Jeng Asih while kneading his temple plan as if he really had a headache.

Anha protested inwardly. Why would he even bother delivering the food to Hamkan? Hamkan, right, can eat outside or Aunty Asih can also not use the services of go send? Anyway Anha actually objected.

“But Tan—” has not had time for Anha to finish her speech. Her mother interrupted first. “Can, coke. Anha happened to leave at two o'clock, really, Jeng. So he can stop by his office first Hamkan.”

Anha stared dislikefully at her mother as she said the unilateral decision. Even now Anha seemed to have no chance to refuse. It felt like it was controlled by his mother like this. It seems like her mama is really very tough to try to get her closer to Hamkan.

“Judah. There you take a shower and get ready, Anha. Continue to anterin food to Hukan for a moment. Kan, your work place is also one way,” added mama again with a smile until the corner of her eyes narrowed.

Anha threw her face away, even mama seemed to forget that the two of them were in a cold war. Anha really wanted to refuse. But when looking at Auntie Asih who was smiling warmly made her guts shrink. Auntie Asih has been very good to him.

With a gontai step Anha stepped into her room to prepare with a forced heart. Without a word. Jeng Asih was unaware of Anha's sour look but mama noticed it.

Mama actually can't bear to force Anha like that. But this was all for the good of his daughter. That's how he thought.

***

“Please, Ma'am,” said driver Jeng Asih kindly while opening the car door for Anha. Although Anha seems pampered until delivered by a private driver, Hamkan like this. But his heart was not happy.

When did you realize that everything that is forced will not be good? Though Mama already knows the full story of her who is still traumatized since her failure to marry Hasan. But my mom kept it like this.

When Anha gets into a luxury car belonging to the Hamkan family. Along the way to the office Hamkan Anha thought hard in silence.

He is well aware. The actions of his mother and the actions of Aunt Asih who told him to deliver food to the office Hamkan open an accident. Even this all happened two days after that weekly night. This must have all been done by his mother to bring him closer to Hamkan. It's just that Anha understood too late.

Anha bit her deep lips. It is like two magnetic poles. The more his mother tried to get closer to Hamkan, then it felt Anha wanted to further punish Hamkan only.

All right, let's see the end result. Anha is not allowed to reject Hamkan, nor is Anha allowed to argue.

But Anha has other plans. Then it's better for Anha to make Hamkan just hate him. That way the Hamkan will slowly move away. That way his mother will not have the power to bring him closer to Hamkan anymore.

Anha rested her head on the side of the car and closed her eyes from tiredness.

This is where maybe Hamkan should try to fight for Anha and pull her from the abyss of deep trauma.

***

Hampan stretch his body. Today was really tired when only half a day had passed. A lot of work piled up in the office. Continuing the efforts of parents is not an easy thing. But keep the spirit to make his mother happy.

Though tired. Still force yourself to reach for the red map to read. It was as if he would not eat before his work was done.

There was a phone call on the desk, Haman sounded. Take it and flank the phone on his shoulder and right ear while still reading the report. Multifunctional.

“Ya?”

“Pak. Anyone want to meet with Mr?”

“Who?”

Donna heard him breathing a little. Either the woman was upset with her guests who urged her to meet with Hamkan or because Hamkan always answered Donna's words briefly. Nor do they understand.

“Bu Anha who wants to meet, Sir.”

Hearing Anha's words alone made Hamkan happy. As if his fatigue evaporates. Tumben once Anha comes here again. Now Hamkan holds the phone and puts the dizzying document away.

Rest time.

“All Bu Anha in,” said Get a glimpse then turn off the phone unilaterally. No need to wait for long, the figure came from the door of the room after knocking on the door. Hambur's smile expands welcoming him. Anha seemed to be the antidote in the middle of the crowded schedule.

“Please sit down, An,” said Hamkan with a smile. But Anha is not.

Anha put her bag on the chair that was welcomed by Hamkan. Then he walked closer and gave a parcel from Jeng Asih earlier.

“This food for you.”

“Still, yes,” says Hamkan happy.

“From Auntie Asih, kok,” said Anha tightly as if to tell Hamkan subtly if the food was not Anha who brought it specially for her. But Haman still smiled happily.

“Tadi Aunty Asih to home. Keep Aunty Asih asking for help I make it to your office,” he added again.

Open the plastic bag of food. Anha walked over to the window glass of the room. It wasn't intent on jumping suicide from this tenth floor because most of the burdens of life. He just wanted to see the view of the towering skyscrapers.

Hampan scooped his first bribe and watched Anha's back from where he was sitting. Why does Anha feel so strange today? Like there's something different. Not as happy as it was at the night market that week.

“Sorry, yes, ngerepotin you,” said Hamkan trying to invite Anha to talk.

Anha turned her body and stared dislikefully at Hamkan making Hamban frown at his forehead because it was stared at like that.

“It should be if you know yourself because you have taken me. You should not make me waste time coming here just to admit trivial things like gini.” Anha took a breath and walked over to the seat near the desk to pick up her bag that she had just put there.

Hunkan increasingly did not understand all the intentions of Anha. Women are hard to understand.

“You are angry, yes, same me because I took you to the mall market last night? If you do not like the mallem market, tomorrow I will take you to a better place again.”

Anha doesn't care. When Anha held her bag on her shoulder and was about to leave from the sinni. Immediately stand up from her seat to prevent Anha from leaving.

“Anha. I was wrong, right, same me? Why are you mad at me?” hamka asked, holding Anha's arm.

Their eyes looked at each other. For a moment, although not for a minute, Anha stared deeply into the net warm chocolate belonging to Hamkan. It's exquisite. The man's eyes are really beautiful. There was an emergency there. Almost made Anha complacent about her goal that would make Hamkan to hate her.

“Please!” Anha tried to shake Hamkan's hand and it worked.

“Tomorrow again please tell Mama you don't have to tell me again to bring food here! Your mom is really very self-replicating, anyway, so people!” yelled Anha to Hamkan while looking at him fiercely.

Hearing this made Hamkan tighten his jaw. Hamkan held onto both of Anha's arms and squeezed her into the Hamkan workbench.

Hamak least likes his mama brought along like that. Actually Anha was frightened to see the reaction of Hamkan just now seemed really angry at his words earlier.

Anha's guts aren't that big. Her legs were actually trembling slightly in fear and Anha chose to throw her face away.

“Anha. If you can't be a damper. As if not to be a trigger,” said Hamkan with a very cold voice on his ear. This guy is really angry.

How is he not angry? I was tired all day working. Then uninvited Anha came here like a fresh breeze that made her happy, for a moment. But there was no wind, no rain, suddenly Anha invited him to a fight like this.

Anha looked down as her eyes were warming. He pushed Hamkan's body which was squeezing his body. Anha ran over without paying any heed to Hamkan who called her name from behind, she just left this room.

Actually, Anha can't do that. But this is the best way to subtly repel the Hamkan. Because if Hamkan hates him. Then Hamkan will stay away from her. Anha, that's the best decision.

Because he felt unworthy of Hamkan.

When Anha arrived at the office. It appears that the driver put his cell phone in his pocket when he found Anha's arrival.

“Please send me home,” the driver told Anha.

Anha shook her head and looked the other way while rubbing her left arm. Even Anha had made Hamkan angry, but Hamkan still told his driver to take him home. Why does that guy always make her feel guilty. Anha felt too evil to him.

“Not done, Sir. I climbed grab aja.”

“Mbak Anha, please tell me to nganter Mbak,” pinta the driver is still by opening the car door for Anha and waiting for Anha to go inside.

Anha did not feel good about rejecting him let alone the driver of Hamkan still waiting for him, maybe he will not leave until Anha wants to be escorted home by him.

Finally, Anha relented and got into the car. Moreover, the driver Hamkan was more powerful than him.

Inside the car, Mr. Driver silently looked at Anha from the middle rearview and saw Anha wiping her tears.

‘Hamme, don't be good like this. I even feel less and less pantes for you.’

***

The smell of the smell started to conflict.