Divorced on the First Night

Unexpected

Without feeling it has been three weeks Hamkan did not meet with Anha. He was trying to take some distance between the two of them. It was not that Hamkan had given up on getting Anha's heart. It was just that Hamkan wanted to take a pause until the woman's anger subsided.

Impressive, both herself and Anha's parents are too hasty in this relationship. Immediately take a deep breath and exhale it slowly through his mouth.

Her mother also did not come to Anha's house often. The frequency starts to fall. In the past, the mother who initially visited Anha's house could reach the semi-gu twice now it becomes once a week. Mama also tells Jeng Marni not to rush to pressure Anha in marriage.

Love cannot be forced. Love comes to the right people at the right time. And certainly can not be accelerated.

Hamkan's hand moved to pick up his phone which was in his pants pocket. Actually, Hamkan was eager to make the photo of Anha he took secretly as a wallpaper of his phone. But it was too impolite because Hamkan did not have the right to do so.

His thumb moved to stick the phone screen and open the gallery menu. Haman's smile was engraved as he stared at the photo of Anha smiling at the little boy in front of her. Why are Anha's ex-lovers so mean to her? Women like this are wasted. Swear it. If Anha belongs to him, then Hamkan will treat Anha well. Love him wholeheartedly.

“Anha. You can fuck me. You can hate me. But please permit me to fight you,” muttered Slowly while still staring at the photo.

“I will fight as I can. And I'll stay away when you really want me to go.”

***

Today is the weekend. Anha must be home. It's been three weeks, hasn't he met her? Is it okay if now Hamkan ventured to visit there?

“Buruan, dong, Hamkan. Hunt is taken people again, loh, later,” said Mama from behind cheering. Mama is a regular supporter in her approach relationship with Anha.

“But, Ma..” Haman wants to protest. But his mother had glared first.

“There the hunt leaves. No need to buts. Mama aja who already miss the same Anha was forced to not meet him for weeks for you,” grumbled mama while singing her lips.

“But, Ma. The problem later Hamkan said what if it had arrived at Anha's house? Cook no need to suddenly play into people's homes. Kan, it's weird, Ma,” said Hamkan carefully.

Uh, yeah, yeah. My mom just thought about it. If he goes to his best friend's house, right, there is a reason to gossip with Jeng Marni. But if Hamkan who visited what, dong, the reason?

“Udah-already. There's just leaving. Playing at a girlfriend's house has to be a reason. Say only kangen.”

Mama closed her mouth and giggled.

“Not yet girlfriend kali, Ma.”

“Yes, right, who knows it is, Ham.”

Hamkan would rather prepare to go to Anha's house than listen to the provocative words of his mother who began to digress. Even now his mother had already thought of a place for preweeding them later. Oh God.

“Depart first, yes, Ma,” said Hamkan while kissing the back of his mother's hand.

“He was careful, yes. Pdkt spirit. Buruan bawain son-in-law for mama.”

Hampan nodded and left the house in his private car. The streets are not too crowded. It was still at half-four in the afternoon when Hamkan was on his way to Anha's house.

Come on, hide it at Anha's house. Anha's house is not too big—meaning not as big as Hamkan's mansion. But the air and the nuance are so beautiful. The first thing that was caught by Hamkan's eyes when entering the open gate of Anha is a shady mango tree that is fruiting in the courtyard of Anha's house so that it makes the terrace of Anha feel fresh.

Hit the door of Anha's house twice.

“Iya. Bentar,” cried Anha from inside the house. Without waiting for long the figure sought was seen. Smile while saying hello. Anha with a flat face answered the greeting. It seems that Anha still does not like Hamkan, it is reflected in his unfriendly face when he sees Hamkan.

“Why are you here?” anha said without making small talk while staring in any direction. Lazy to meet with Hamkan. Haman was only able to sigh. It was not a good welcome when receiving guests.

“Um. I just want to play. It can't be, can it?”

“Mending you home. My mother is not home anymore. So free.”

Anha is still tight-lipped, better as much as possible Anha avoids Hamkan.

“I'm no longer looking Aunt.”

“Terus?” answer Anha ketus. She was completely different from the friendly Anha, Anha with a warm smile like the one in her mobile phone gallery.

“I... I'm looking for you.”

“I can't, I'm busy. If nothing matters, I'll go back to Dalem. Want to sleep.”

Ana ignored Hamkan. Hampan. There's no way Anha would sleep at four in the afternoon like this. Let's just know that's just Anha's excuse.

Even now Anha threw him out blatantly even though Hamkan had not stepped his feet at all into the living room.

Incidentally on the terrace of Anha's house there are two white chairs with a rattan wooden table in the middle.

Just wanted to have a warm chat with Anha. But it seems like Anha does not want to. Maybe if Hamkan was silent on the terrace then Anha would accompany him to chat.

Anha passed by closing the door to her house again, even though Hamkan was still standing there. Hamkan. Let Anha soften to see this sacrifice. Sit on the terrace chair. Looking at the fruitful yet still green mango tree. For a moment he tried to forget Anha's indifferent attitude towards him. Maybe the mango is delicious if made rujak.

Annah quietly scooped a little curtain on the window in the living room to peek whether Hamkan was still there or not, but it turned out that Hamkan was still there.

Why is it like this? Should have just left and hated himself because he had treated her arbitrarily. Why is this man still waiting for him?

Anha held onto her chest which now felt a bit pained. He smiled bitterly. Burkan is currently struggling because Hamkan does not know the ugliness and darkness of his past. Look, it must be when Hamkan found out. Hamkan would stay away and hate him like Hasan and Ikram.

Anha chose to ignore Hamkan who was still sitting on the terrace chair. After all, Hamkan will also go alone.

Anha sat in the living room chair and turned on the television. Twenty minutes Anha watched television but damn her mind still can not focus on what she is currently watching.

Anha bit her lower lip and stared at the window of the house decorated with pink rose-patterned curtains. Poor as well Haman.

When Anha peeked back from behind the window curtain. Anha's eyes rounded as she looked at Hamkan who was still sitting there while playing his phone. However, Anha hurriedly mengup the curtain when Hamkan put his phone in his pocket.

Once it feels safe enough. Anha peeked back. He stood up from his sitting position. Is it now finally Haman is leaving?

Oh, of course Hamkan was about to leave. He felt unexpected. So it's free to wait for Anha to come out and accompany her just to sit and have a light chat.

Anha felt very guilty staring at the sturdy back of Hamkan who was walking unsteadily out of the courtyard of the house.

Hush. Sorry, i.

“Eh, there's Nak Hamkan,” said Mama who just came home from the supermarket and happened to see Hamkan out of her yard. Smile at Aunt Marni.

“Tante do not know, you know, if you play here,” said Mama kindly as usual.

“Iya, Aunt. Just stop by earlier and chat with Anha for a while,” replied Hamkan lying while rubbing his back neck slowly. Just don't want Anha to get into trouble because of it.

But mama's forehead frowned when she saw the door of her brown house was still closed. It is also impossible for the door of his house to be closed if Hamkan really has been visiting. Jeng Marni never closed the door of her house especially after receiving guests.

“Loh. Did you seriously meet Anha? Aunty thought the child was not at the house so the door is still closed.”

“U-already, really, Aunt. Oh, aye. Let go home first, yes, Auntie,” said Hamkan while greeting Aunt Marni who is still on his matic motorbike.

“Iya. Careful, yes, Son Haman. Do not forget also salamin for your Mama.”

Hamkan nodded and left Anha's house.

Mama parked her motorcycle on the floor of the house and opened the door. He found Anha who is currently fond of changing television channels.

“So Get here, An?” mama asked while putting her shopping bag on the table.

“Iya,” Anha replied accordingly.

“Ngapain aja him here?” ask mama again while raising her eyebrows full of search. But Anha did not answer because she was not interested.

“So what drink did you drink? How come you didn't see your empty glass?” because if Hamkan had really met and chatted with Anha there must have been a trace. My mother is suspicious of Anha. What don't-don't...

Anha rolled her eyeballs up blatantly. Where there is an empty glass! The guy was waiting on the porch chair.

“Anha! How, you're diem? Then why is our door still closed when Mama comes home? Do you not open the door for Hamkan, yes?”

Anha's ears hurt to hear her mother raising her tone. She chooses to ignore her mother and enters her room.

“Anha. You can't behave like that? How come you don't appreciate people, anyway, An? You can't like the same. But you have to humanize humans, Anha!!!” yelled at me from outside Anha's room.

Anha just fell silent. Staring at his reflection in front of the mirror with heated eyes.

He is not worthy of anyone.

***