After Marriage
Shake of Hands 1
"Anha, this is one of the investors in our company. His name is Pak Ikram with his wife Bu Dewi," said Hasan introduced his guest to Anha.
Hasan felt a little bad because from earlier the hands of the investor were left hanging without being held at all by Anha.
Ikram smiled, his hands still at home hanging in the air to greet Anha, greeting his ex-wife who missed him so much.
But inversely proportional to the smile of Ikram, Anha is currently even trembling with fear.
Anha did not know why she had to tremble like this because of Ikram. He understood very well that the Kram was just his past, nothing more.
Anha tried to muster all her courage, she must not act like this. If Ikram sees the side of Anha that is as weak as this, even Ikram will feel victorious because surely he will assume Anha turned out to not feel happier than the naive Anha when she used to live with him.
Anha took a deep breath, gathering all her determination. When Anha had tried to dare to raise her gaze that was originally bowed now became staring straight up. The originally fearful feeling now seemed to disappear, turning into a sense of disgust when he saw the Kram who smiled kindly at him.
A warm smile she gave to Anha. Anha still remembers very well, Ikram's current smile is exactly the same as when Anha first felt in love with Ikram when Ikram helped her from Rudi who was about to harass her. At that time Ikram held her tightly when Anha was frightened, then Ikram smiled and rubbed Anha's hair and said he would protect her for the rest of his life.
Plus the face of Dewi—women snatch the husband of the— who was next to him was as sickening as the face of Ikram in the eyes of Anha.
The goddess looked at Anha with a very sharp look as if Anha was an enemy worthy of hate.
Anha gave a quick glance, her eyes scanning the appearance of the Goddess from top to bottom. From the tip of her foot wearing gold-colored heels and Sabrina's model night dress showing her open shoulders.
Observed once see, nothing changed from the Goddess, only looks different on the hair that last time Anha saw the length of a boat has now grown to extend to the bottom of her shoulders. Mature sapodilla skin, belo eyes with a typical Javanese face once. And one thing that distinguishes it again is the expensive evening dress as if it shows that the Goddess who has now climbed the caste one level from the Goddess who Anha last met in the supermarket first.
Anha smiled mockingly. As expensive as any dress that is currently worn by the Goddess is still the prettiest Anha at this party, instead of being exposed to narcissistic diseases or to large heads to praise yourself. The gaze of some male guests whether it is still single or married who had stopped for a moment when passing Anha was already the answer to Anha's stunning beauty.
The goddess is only her black nails.
Anha does not feel inferior at all, especially to feel envious or rivaled. Not at all!