Divorced on the First Night

Re-signated

I don't know. It's the day I don't remember any more. Even though Anha had already expelled him blatantly, Hamkan still wanted to try harder to soften Anha's heart.

Today Hamkan will pick up Anha from her workplace. All of you invited Anha to go to dinner together. Get dressed up with a navy top and long jeans. How handsome!

He drove his car to les les les lesan Anha. The clock on his wrist still showed at five in the afternoon. This means that Anha is taking a break teaching.

Sure enough, when the car gets there. Anha was buying snacks on the side of the road with a few other children. Hamkan chuckled. This teacher is unique. She did not know that Anha also liked such snacks.

Turn the car over next to Anha standing. At first Anha frowned why there was a black car pulled over near her. But Anha's face turned sour when the car's door glass came down and showed a smiling Hamkan greeting her.

“Hai, An.”

Ana does not tease and enjoy her cimol. Smile Hemp slowly faded away. It's okay, he's used to being ignored like this.

“Oh, yes, An. What time will you be home? I'll pick you up, yeah, later.”

Anna still did not answer. There was a bell-like sound that caught the hearing senses of Hamkan and Anha. Just think for a moment. Maybe it's the hour-rest bell over. It means there is still about one more era Anha teaches.

You can't like the same. But you have to humanize humans, Anha! Anha exhaled an annoyed breath. God fucking. His mother's words from yesterday were recalled.

“Not bother. I went home on the BRT. Thank you,” said Anha ketus while returning to her teaching place.

Let's breathe tired. Why could Anha be that hard on him. Just chatting alone seems lazy.

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Anha walked slowly out of this building. The clock has shown at half-seven in the evening, usually Anha arrived at the house at half-eight in the evening. That's why Anha is lazy if the night shift like this. It's better the actual day shift. Just from two to four in the afternoon.

Anha walks to the red bus stop to wait for the last BRT kloter to pass. Usually if he misses BRT then Anha ride twice the yellow bus, if riding a heavy grab on the fare because Anha's house with a place to teach him far away.

Anha's smile expanded when she saw the red BRT bus coming. Anha went inside with a few others. The bus this time crowded until jostling until Anha did not get a seat and had to stand crowded with other passengers. Maybe because this bus is the last bus. That's how he thought.

Anha's right hand held the yellow handle hanging above. He stared at the back of the other passengers in front of him. The man's back is okay too, strapping and decorated with a denim jacket. Cut neat. But wait, why does it seem like Anha is so familiar, yes, with this piece of man. Like the...

The taste is getting stronger. It's impossible, right, if...

Anha's hand stretched out to pat this man on the shoulder. Later he can pretend to ask the BRT transit stop to the man in front of him so as not to be considered pretentious close.

“Excuse me,” Anha said as she patted the man's shoulder. The man turned his head half while smiling obliquely making Anha's eyeballs round and her mouth half open.

Apparently the assumption is not wrong! That man is...

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Short, yeah, guys. I intentionally cut the chapter so that it catches the kepen kepo. Hiya.