Divorced on the First Night

Intimidated

“Yes if you are okay. Here you sit first, later the waiter who brought his food here,” Hasan said while holding Anha's hand and pulling her slowly until now Anha would not want to sit back in her chair.

Anha sat on a chair with a body that felt very weak, her lips from the house red blush will polish lipstick now look pale, and also her feelings now feel not careless.

While sitting, anxiety seemed to approach him from all directions. Secretly without Hasan knowing now Anha is reemashing her fingers under the table where she eats.

But the unlucky one who realized his uncontrollable sense of unease was not Hasan but rather Angga who now seemed to smile horribly in front of him was remembering their seats opposite to make Anha automatically look at him.

Hopefully Angga doesn't say anything to Hasan. Anha hoped that this would all pass quickly. And hopefully Angga does not have bad intentions for him. All hope is offered by Anha, hoping that the universe will agree and God will grant.

Angga looked at Anha in silence, Anha was currently looking down in fear.

Paras, lips, neck, chest, body, everything is beautiful. His eyes are scanning. Damn, why can Anha be that beautiful? He knew he wouldn't waste it.

“You know since when?” hasan asked pleasantries to melt the atmosphere. Hasan's words also automatically awaken Angga from his daydream that focuses on the beautiful woman who is soon to get married.

Actually Hasan was quite surprised why Anha could know a man who looks like this. Look with your own eyes. The right arm is full of tattoos, the lower lip of the right is pierced by small round earrings, the nose and eyes look slightly flushed slightly like a person who is sick with a cold. And once in a while that person also rubbed his nose that was slightly red. He's like a nar— addict

Hasan shook his head at the thought. Never mind, it is not good to also conclude a person even though he has just seen it like that. Therefore Hasan wanted to hear it directly from both Angga and from Anha.

“We are friends since High School. We were just really close and knew each other very well. So you don't have to worry or feel jealous, okay? Yeah, right, An?” angga replied full of emphasis on the sentence ‘deket banget’ and ‘s get to know each other well’.

Anha is not stupid, do not need to be explained in more detail even Anha can also interpret the implied meaning of the words Angga is satire for him.

“Iya. We used to be close friends at High School, San,” Anha replied increasingly pounding in fear. Why his feeling this time said the arrival of Angga after so many years had a bad purpose.

Angga just chuckled at the reply from the Anha.

Did he say that? A pal? Haha, that's right! Where there are friends until school ends up in bed or empty class without clothes like that.

Angga smiled cunningly. Just imagine how beautiful the innocent man next to his ex would be if he knew his little secret with his future wife. Must've been exciting.

Instead of ending the pleasantries, even now Angga looks increasingly tempestuous in the chest, he was about to test to what extent Anha will be strong with all this.

“Terus... Do you know yourself since when? I was surprised that when Anha suddenly wanted to get married,” said Angga began fishing for chat materials to satisfy his curiosity that had been held since.

"We've known about three or four months. Same thing I happen to be an office. We secretly liked each other. Finally we decided to step into the more serious stage of getting married."

"Oh. Congratulations, yes, to you two. I'm going along with you" Angga said with a smile. A meaningful smile.

Their conversation paused for a moment as the waiter brought the food order and served it on the table.

“Oh, yes. If you have time please come to our wedding together, yes.”

Hasan interrupted for a moment and then looked at Anha who was silent while staring at the sushi in front of her. Hasan then continued his words.

“Anha. Where was the invitation?” hasan asked him.

“In my bag,” replied Anha short potluck.

Why, after all, Hasan even invited Angga to attend their wedding?!

But if at this time Anha suddenly did not allow Angga to attend their wedding then it must have been very strange.

Surely later Hasan will think no-no about himself especially earlier Anha has said with her own mouth to Hasan if Angga and himself are old friends when High School.

Now Anha really felt more and more cornered.

Hasan took Anha's bag attached to the back of her seat.

The invitations they brought were indeed of two types. That is one invitation that already has a name there and the other is an invitation that is not accompanied by a name.

Hasan and Anha thought of printing some anonymous invitations just in case they missed an important guest or met a relative before the wedding day then they could still invite him to remember the ceremony that will be they held not too big but later very memorable because it was only attended by visitors from relatives and closest people only.

So guests who do not bring invitation cards are not allowed to enter so the function of this invitation card is certainly very important.

Hasan took one invitation and gave it to Angga.  Jemari Angga rubbed the pen writing that appeared slowly. Beautiful, engraving their names both seem luxurious on the invitation card makes him envious.

“Thanks. I'm definitely coming, kok.”

Anha bit her inner lips. His soul was screaming no! But his body feels stiff dead lice can not say anything.

Now the three of them were busy with their own food. Angga enjoys his sashimi, Hasan enjoys his shushi, but Anha is seen holding only chopsticks in her right hand and the food is untouched at all.

She's afraid. He just wants to go home. Her appetite is gone. Not tasteful at all. Tasteless.

Hasan looked to the side about to give his praise to Anha because Anha was very fond of sushi, but Hasan's forehead frowned when he found Anha who was just silent like that.

“Why, An?” asked Hasan, still amazed.

“Don't you like shushi? How, not eaten? Is the food not good?” but the sense of sensitivity that Hasan captured was even just like that.

Ana swallowed her saliva. His eyes tried to rub several times as a damper stiffness, he did not dare to raise his gaze which had been bowed down to look at the round food wrapped in the nori because he was so afraid of Angga.

“A-I'm okay, kok.”

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