After Marriage
Terms Number Three
"Eh, how do you keep this? Anha, right, hasn't finished her meal yet" Lidya said because of the steak on her plate and Hasan's platter.
"I-I also want to go home," said Anha somewhat stammered and her face now looked deathly pale because it was still very frightened.
"Eh, seriously?" hasan asked because Anha had just eaten a few mouthfuls.
Anha nodded, to stare at Hasan alone it seemed like she had no guts at all.
"I want to go home. I'm not feeling well."
Hasan was silent to hear it, Anha's lips also look paled when it was not because it was really not feeling well.
But unless it's because it's shaken up over all this stuff.
Hasan's hand moved to touch Anha's forehead to check if her lover had a fever.
Hasan exhaled a sigh of relief, fortunately not hot.
"Jude, yuk, we're going home. But you really don't papa if we stay that way?"
"Eh, no papa, really, San. Pity also Anjust no longer feel good like that, right. I'd also like to go home because my son at home I died with his grandmother."
Hasan patted, then helped Anha up. Sisil and Lidya stared at their backs from behind as they both walked towards the exit.
"The love of Anha, yes, Lid," said Sisil with pity. Lidya just nodded her head in concern.
"Hopefully the play can accept him for who he is."
Even though it was a bit difficult because Hasan had mengultimatum something like that earlier.
Anha still looked glum, it was considered natural by Hasan. Maybe the mood is not good because Anha is not feeling well.
As usual, Hasan opened his car door for Anha. But this time Hasan scrunched his forehead because Anha did not go into the car and instead just stood looking while wiping his left arm and Anha's view was still down.
"What's up, An?" hasan asked Anha. Anha just shook her head.
"Hey."
Hasan cupped the beautiful face of his lover using both palms of his tag so that Anha who originally looked down now looked at Hasan's face for a moment.
"Why you, baby?"
No papa, An. Hasan won't know that you used to be like that. What matters is that you have changed. You are, right, already a widow, surely Hasan will not have problems about you who are not virgin anymore, said Anha in her heart.
Anha was afraid that when she said her disgrace, Hasan withdrew.
"Hasan.. You love, right, same me?" asked Anha while looking at Hasan gently.
Right said Mama, as long as I don't say, then my relationship with Hasan will be good. So I don't have to worry about that.
Hasan smiled and nodded.
"Obviously, dong, I love you."
Anha was relieved when she heard this directly from Hasan.
Anha hugged Hasan's body and drowned her face in the chest of the man's field.
Hasan chuckled and gently rubbed Anha's hair lovingly.
"Hazan…"
"Hmm?" hasan murmured slowly.
"You still want not if my third condition at that time I have not mentioned?" said Anha while looking up at Hasan who was still hugging it. Make that promise now.
Hasan nodded his head.
"The third condition…"
Anha took a deep breath before resuming her words.
"The third condition..can you not ask all things related to my past?"
Hasan scrunched his forehead to hear the last condition of Anha.
Whatdoes thatmean? Why not ask everything about Anha's past when, right, she must know because she is her future husband Anha.