Divorced on the First Night

HASAN - DONE

Happy birthday to you….

Happy birthday to you….

Happy birthday, Happy birthday, Happy birthday to you….

Happy birthday song sounds echoing from the loudspeakers adorning the entire room. There's a lot of frenzy here. There is a frozen birthday cake with a wax statue of Elsa and Anna standing flanking the main candle in the shape of the number 01 in the middle.

An echoing birthday song.

Colorful balloons were also scattered everywhere.

Today is the anniversary of Kalila who just stepped on one year.

At Kalila's birthday party, everyone can come. Lots of other invited guests such as colleagues Hamkan who was also present to enliven the event and give gifts to Kalila.

Okay, maybe this is counted because only one year old has been celebrated like this luxury.

Actually, Anha also did not want if Kalila's first birthday is celebrated like a socialite child's birthday like this.

But if his own in-laws, aka Mama Asih who forced—even design and finance his grandson's birthday party. What else can you do besides obey?

Anha held Kalila who was currently wearing an Elsa Frozen costume, while Hamkan embraced his wife and son from behind while occasionally smirking Kalila's chubby cheeks as it looked adorable.

“It's like a party of luxury, deh, Mas. Moreover, Kalila, right, just one year,” protests Anha half whispered to her husband, afraid when others to hear especially Mama-in-law.

Hamkan chuckled. “No pa-pa, lah. Occasionally nyenengin same nyenengin Mama too, right, there is no harm.”

Anha nodded stiffly. Ah, yes, never mind.

“Tuh, look Mama up to that.”

Hamkan pointed to his mama using a chin that was currently taking pictures of the twins who were wearing cute brown bear costumes.

“Nini Nini Aim want the same photos of clowns,” shouted Aim with a group of other children who were crowding clowns who were hired at Kalila's birthday party.

Anha who saw it from a distance also without feeling smiling.

“Ti...” Kalila spread her hand asking to be carried by her Abati.

“Uh... His favorite Abati asked to be carried, yes?”

Hampan switch holding Kalila while kissing the cheek of his son who laughed happily.

“Happy birthday, yes, dear,” said Ms. Priscillia while holding the tiny hand of Kalila. Ms. Priscillia is the wife of a colleague of Hamkan's.

“This is for you from Aunty.”

Ms. Priscilla handed Kalila a gift with a large red ribbon.

“Thank you Aunty is beautiful,” said Anha representing Kalila spoke because her little daughter still could not speak fluently. Only a few vocabulary words that Kalila still mastered.

“His birthday party Kalila luxury, yes. It was only one year old, you know. Especially tomorrow if Kalila has already tried sweet seventeen. Surely the Papi will be more luxurious than this. Duh irinya me, Ma'am,” said Bu Priscillia to Anha made a blush.

“Ah, not really Bu. This is because his Grandma is just a scene so wear dirayain all.”

How all the invited guests did not feel envious and wanted to be in Anha's current position. The wife of Mr. Hamkan was as if very pampered by her husband once. He was wearing the best and of course expensive clothes. This party is also fairly luxurious to invite clowns all. The guests invited were also many. Anyone can come along. It has all clearly shown how much love he has for his son and wife.

“Aunty go first, yes, Darling.”

Priscillia ma'am waved to the little family before passing, Anha joined in waving Kalila to him, giving da-dah a hand gesture.

“Maa Sha Allah. Grandson Nini is very beautiful,” said Nini Asih who came after being satisfied to photograph Kalila's sister.

Now gentian Nini Asih excitedly photographed Anha-Haman-and Kalila as a memento and had the little family try many poses before being shot with the camera in hand.

Anha fixed the Kalila bandana that was currently tilted.

“Shouldnyan no need to know, Ma.”

“That money can be found. After all, right, for Nini's favorite grandson who is the most beautiful in the world.”

Nini Asih kissed Kalila's cheeks who laughed in excitement. “Nyinyi.”

“Where are the two of his brothers, Ma?” asked Anha wryly staring around the room. His two children were very active. They've been running all over the place, huh.

“It. Same clowns and other kids.”

“Udah, let's play,” said Hamkan trying to calm Anha.

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When we got to the top of the show. MC started walking to the center of the room.

“Oke, kids. Let's sing a happy birthday song to Dek Kalila,” the show's MC said. The sound of applause echoed as the happy birthday song was sung by the guests.

Kalila who was a child just smiled happily, she flanked by her two cool sisters.

“Happy Birthday Dek Kayiya.” Ice and Aim swapping kissing cheeks Deck Kalila.

Anha's hands were coiled around her husband's waist.

It felt like God gave her too much happiness. And of course, Anha was very grateful for that. After the precipitous path that Anha passed, finally happiness approached her as well.

“Blow the lights, blow the lights, blow the candles now, now..

Maybe because Kalila is still too small, Kalila has not understood blowing out the candles so that the one who blew the candles on the birthday cake was their two brothers while Kalila herself just hung her lips funny.

“Yeyyy!” applause echoed after the candle was blown off. Anha who was behind Kalila also bent moving Kalila's hands clapping.

“Yey.”

“Happy birthday, yes, dear Kalila. May you live a long, healthy life always. And may Kalila be a child who is cool, righteous, and devoted to Umi Abati. Umi Prayer is best for you, son.”

Anha kissed Kalila's cheeks and hugged her tightly. It feels like he wants to cry.crying because he likes to mix haru.

Surely soon Kalila will be the second, third, and certainly without feeling Kalila will be big quickly.

Anha was really unwilling. Surely if the children are big, then they will be difficult if admired again because the shame is already great.

Far from the crowd of the sea of people. Hasan—yang turned out from earlier had come and joined mingle with others daritadi but still did not dare to approach Anha.

There is a wound in the heart. Wounds that have not healed even though Anha has healed from the past.

Anha's family now looks very happy. It seems that Hamkan loved Anha very much and his children made Hasan feel sad.

If only he had not been late. If only he had lowered his blazing ego. The heart cannot lie. Hasan still loves Anha.

Funny thing is when Anha is happy, but she herself has not felt that happiness.

Is this karma? Hasan has reached the age of thirty-five was not married because the figure of Anha has not been replaced.

Many women try to approach him, but somehow it feels there is a lack of them.

"If you choose a perfect partner. Until any time, mah, you're not gonna get married, San."

“I can't imagine, An, how can you educate our children later if you are like that.”

Hasan felt guilty. He's fucked. Look, Anha can educate her children well. His old talk was completely wrong. How could he have calmed and told Anha like that.

And so, today he came, with the courage he had gathered for so long, just to apologize to Anha. For the first time, Hasan wanted to learn not to be a coward anymore.

Hasan walked closer. At first, her presence was unknown to Anha. But when he wishes Anha and Hamkan a happy birthday. Only then did Anha fall silent like a shocked person.

Why is Hasan here?

Hasan glanced at Aunt Marni who was standing next to Anha's in-laws. Aunty Marni's own face was also unfriendly. Hasan sighed. Indeed the face of parents who try to be friendly if their children are left without news when about the day H married.

"Happy birthday to your son, yes, Anha" Hasan said as he extended a gift to Anha holding her daughter.

For a few seconds Hasan's hand hung in the air and it was not taken by Anha. Feeling bad, Hamkan also took a gift from Anha's former husband-to-be.

"Thanks" said Hamkan. I don't know why his wife seems to dislike Hasan's arrival here.

Hasan scratched his head that felt no itching.

"Pulse... An... Can we talk for a minute? There's something important I want to talk to you about."

Anna initially did not want to. What is it that we want to talk about? It's all over. Done it. Anna didn't need that late explanation. His life is now happy too. Anha was still heartbroken and abandoned like that by Hasan.

Anha looked at Hasan with a dislike look. Why, anyway, always when he's happy. There are ex-girls who messed up!

"By the way here," said Anha.

"Cannot. We go there first."

"Yes, don't talk about it. I'm subuk."

Hasan fell silent, lost decisively. The atmosphere here seemed to turn grim. Only Anha and her family could feel the drastic change in her mood.

Suddenly Anha felt her arm gently rubbed by Hamkan making Anha look at her side.

"No pa-pa. Let Kalila take care of me."

Take Kalila from Anha's sling makes Anha feel lost.

"There's bullshit first."

Anha looked at her husband as if to protest. But with a heavy heart, Anha finally wanted to walk over a few meters from her family just to serve the person who once left her without news in front of her.

"How are you, An?"

Anha did not answer. After all, without needing to explain, Hasan could see that at this time he was far fine and happy. After all, Anha also knew that there was no way Hasan had come all the way here just to ask her news.

"Do you want to say what I am? Please don't beat around the bush" Anha said sarcastically.

Hasan was confused as to where to explain.

"You're still mad, aren't you, An's the same me?" hasan asked while scratching his back. Anha looked at him dislike. All right, if you say Anha's evil or whatever. He is not a prophet who can forgive and legowo to everyone. He was an ordinary human who could also feel heartache.

Who is not hurt when they want to get married and without news? Then suddenly the man appeared again without any sin at all.

"An... I'm sorry, yes, same to you," Hasan said softly. Anha did not reply at all and chose to stare in the other direction - as long as she did not stare at Hasan alone.

A moment of silence between them because the place where Anha is on foot is currently quite far from the frenetic party inside.

Looking at Anha's expression. Hasan knew very well that the woman was really disappointed in him. Hasan lowered his head. He feels guilty.

"Why did you leave me?"

Hasan raised his head after hearing this.

"Eh?"

"It's not like if you split up with me. You can, right, split well like you used to ask permission from Mama to marry ak-" the voice was lost at the end. Stuck in Anha's throat. Anha was only able to hug her own arm.

"I'm sorry Anha. I was a coward and left you like that. I have no power because...."

Hasan gulped his saliva in distress.

"Because my parents don't know our parents and tell me not to see you again."

"I'm also sorry that you couldn't be a good parent to your kids because of your past. I know I'm wrong, you can educate your son well, Anha."

Anha was silent. Not saying a word. Hasan also could not guess what Anha was currently thinking.

"I still love you even though you're married. Even to this day I'm still alone and that's my whole life."

Anha did not continue to hear any more nonsense from Hasan. Anha stepped quickly towards her room.

Maybe he could forgive, but the pain in his heart was still unforgettable. Let time take away his heartache.

Not being accepted, being run over in public, being abandoned, being judged, feeling unworthy of anyone. It all hurt a lot, even though it's been years.

Hamakan who actually observed the two of them from a distance also walked following Anha's footsteps from behind. He opened the door and found Anha crying.

Hamkan. Anha has yet to fully recover from her past trauma. He hugged his crying wife tightly.

Maybe Anha was able to act okay in front of Hasan but Hamkan knew, Anha held back her broken cry like this.

Anha tightened her arms and cried on her husband's chest.

"You're not gonna leave me, are you, Mas?" said Anha softly while still drowning her face in Hamkan's chest.

Swipe gently on his wife's back lovingly.

"I promise, I won't leave you. As bad as you. I'll keep it next to you."

Anha is grateful to have a husband as good as Hamkan.

Love is not what I love you, you love me.

Love is acceptance.

Accept the advantages and disadvantages of the couple.

Love itself is complementary.

If you are looking for the most perfect and flawless.

Then until whenever you won't get married.

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ALREADY FINISHED. PLEASE READ SEAN'S NOVEL WHICH IS TITLED:DIKINAHI BERONDONG KAYA.

This is seriously over because the plot udh got here. Now let's focus on Sean! 😍