Divorced on the First Night

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“Hasan,” says Anha bitterly.

Should Anha now plead again as she pleaded with Ikram first so that their relationship would not be broken? Anha closed her mouth holding back the sobbing.

“Since when, An, are you like that?” hasan asked trying to make this all clear.

Now Anha no longer has the power to lie back. He wants to be honest. He was tired of lying all his life.

“I've never been like that again.”

His tone was so bitter. Hasan looked at the woman he once loved so much with heated eyes. That means what Angga said is true.

Hasan rubbed his face and felt very tired. Now what should he do?

“Hasan.. sorryin me.”

Hamkan, who heard all those things from a distance was only able to lean his shoulders on this cold wall while staring up. A heavy gust of breath shot out from her mouth, as if it could feel the burden of Anha's hiup as well.

Hasan's hand was about to move to touch the woman who was still sobbing in front of him. But his fingers closed back and down to remember how severe Anha's behavior used to be.

“For God's sake, An, I never thought you were like that. I thought you were a good girl, Anha.”

Anha clutched Hasan's shirt.

“But I don't think so anymore, Hasan.”

Although it's never been like that again but can not be evaded if ever, right?

Those words were only stuck in Hasan's mind. Not until spoken.

“Sorry, An. I can't handle our relationship anymore."

The ultimatum Hasan fell already.

“No git—” yet Anha finished her words Hasan was gripping her arms tightly and slightly shaking her body.

“Anha! Terrified me. I never thought you were that girl, An. Do you know why I like you? Do you know why when I first knew you I was desperately chasing you who ride BRT? That's because I think you're a good girl, An! You are until your children who want to wear hijab. But... but..”

Hasan lost his words already. Then Hasan said something that really hurt his heart.

“Udahlah, An. I can no longer be with you. I can't imagine how my son would be if educated by your mother.”

Anha's knees wobbled hearing that. Can no longer support his weight and the weight of his life again. He cried, sobbed, but only closed his mouth so that others would not hear him.

After that Hasan moved away, leaving behind Anha who was crying and slumped like that.

Do people who have been bad in the past have no right to be forgiven and happy?

***

It's quiet in the atmosphere around here. Only the sound of honks coming from cars passing around the road outside the mall was blocked by the barrier wall.

There was also a soft sound of Anha's sobbing that he could resist so as not to invite the attention of others.

Still staring at the top with a blank look. His eyes blinked a few times and his voice was silent. This incident was truly extraordinary for him. She never knew if a woman as beautiful as Anha turned out to have a past as dark as that, let alone good fortune not siding with her.

The woman was about to get married in two weeks….

Swiped his own face with a glance. Now he thinks what should he do? Should she calm Anha down or drive her home.

When Hamkan was about to step out of hiding suddenly Hamban retracted his intention and returned to his original place when he found out there was someone who came to Anha who was still bowed and crying.

Take a quick glance. Not that that guy was the guy who humiliated Anha in public while at the diner and was also beaten by Hasan, huh? Then why is he still coming to Anha again?

Various questions arise in the mind of Hamkan. But Hamkan only chose to hold back and just watch this all from a distance.

“A-Angga,” says Anha with a wink.

What else is he doing here?!

Anha was already unable to say a word. His soul is tired. He could not serve Angga anymore. Was he humiliating her enough?

“It turns out you have changed a lot, yes, An, from Anha who I used to channel.”

Anha ignored the words of the Angga. He chose to ignore it and took his bag intending to leave here.

Angga wipes his nose like a cold person. Indeed, what Anha noticed from earlier when she was in the place of eating Angga's nose did look flushed and like a person had the flu. Angga's eyes also look cute, but Anha only thinks in her heart if maybe Angga is sick and sleep-deprived.

“Sorry, yes, An. I have no intention to destroy your marriage that is only a few weeks away,” said Angga carefully.

‘If he does not intend to destroy Anha's marriage with his fiancee, then why did the bastard do that to Anha?’ inner Immerse in heart while clenching his hands tightly.

Anha ventured to look at Angga, this man really had no heart at all.

Anha could not stand up and still sat in her place, enduring the pain in her deep heart.

“Sorry, An. I do it because I have to, too. I'm sorry.”

Anha looked at Angga with a look of disbelief.

What did that mean just now?

“Whose, anyway, An, in this world don't want money?”

Anha increasingly did not understand about the direction of Angga's conversation just now. That guy? Don't want money? What exactly is Angga talking about?

“Ma-you mean what?”

Angga looked at the pity-looking Anha. Finally Angga chose to honestly say everything before leaving this place considering the flight schedule back to Bali later in the afternoon. The time is limited.

Angga turned around and said….

“That guy came to me. Thank me for money. It is good to buy medicine. I don't know who exactly he is. Which I inget..”.

Angga paused for a moment his speech. Recalling the name of his master who told him to do all this for such a high fee. Even round-trip tickets from Bali to Semarang are easily paid for.

“What I want his name if not his name is wrong..”.

Angga remembered carefully.

“Cream.”

Then Angga walked leaving Anha who was still crying and bowed while holding her chest which might feel very tight.

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