After Marriage
Honest
Someone holding slowly Anha's shoulder made her immediately look back.
"Hey. By yourself?"
Anha was quite surprised to see someone standing behind her but she tried to hide it as much as possible and forced herself to carve a smile on the corner of her lips so that her tension was unreadable by the opponent that conversation.
"Yes," Anha said briefly as she gazed back towards the front. His hand was worried that he himself was holding a glass handle in his lap that his drink was up.
Is this what it's like to live by constantly hiding a secret and a lie? There is no calm at all. The heart always beats very fast because of excessive fear.
"Not cold?" the man took off his suit and put it on Anha's body from behind. Although Anha looks ordinary, but she understands and does not want the woman to be cold.
Anha who was given such little attention felt hot on her cheeks, warming the night air that felt inversely proportional when it hit the pore of her skin.
"Kok, you're here, anyway. Kan, your guests are many," said Anha and still did not dare to look at her lover. It was as if Anha was avoiding him.
The most important question is…
What if Hasan later finds out if it turns out that her colleague is her ex-husband. Anha told Hasan that she would not question anything about Anha's past and Hasan agreed to it. However, seeing the awkwardness why Ikram can also be here makes Anha more and more Ketar Ketir only.
"Why are you, anyway? You're good, aren't you, An?" hasan asked while holding Anha's left hand and uniting her fingers between the fingers of Anha. Not only was his woman's face pale, but his hands also felt extremely cold. But why else would he still be at home outside with this cold air.
"An, you're serious, aren't you, why?" reset Hasan. Honestly since knowing Anha from the beginning Hasan is not the type of man who is easily sensitive. But the motion of Anha who got here even more strange course—and suddenly chose to be alone first outside. It's obvious why Napa.
Now Hasan's hand stretched out to hold Anha's chin making the woman who was originally at home silent while looking forward now turns to look at her.
"Hey... Why are you crying, An?" hasan asked when he saw the woman's brown eyes glazed with glass and shed tears. Obviously all men will be confused when the woman arrives crying like that.
Hasan moved to rub Anha's cheek that was wet from tears.
Anna looked at the man she loved so much. He could no longer bear to hide all this continuously.
Better Hasan knows this all from his own mouth than know it from others—let alone to know from Ikram directly.
“Hasan..”.
Hasan looked at the late Anha who was still wiping her tears and trying to calm her breath that much as she wanted.
“Why you, baby? Please if there's anything about my same story. Not even you pendem yourself like gini.”
Anha looked at the handsome face of her future husband. Engraved the look of a worried face there.
“But you won't get angry, right?”
If Anha told Hasan, would she not be angry?
Hasan cupped Anha's pretty face while shaking her head.
“Make anything I'm angry with you, An.”
Anha squeezed the lower dress. Weighing in on whether he really should say it all to Hasan or not. But that sincere smile and shady face seemed to convince Anha and give her a sense of security to reveal all the realities that she had long harbored.
If love will surely accept you as you are, really, Anha.
Better to be honest now, right, you guys want to get married.
Anha swallowed her saliva before venturing out to speak.
“Hasan..”.
“Ya?”
Anha looked at Hasan's eyes from netra left to right. Observe if it is true that Hasan will not be angry with him.
“A-me...” there is doubt in Anha's tone of speech.
“Yes? What are you talking about, An? I will be horrified, kok,” said Hasan who was actually curious half to death about to hear the speech of Anha who was half half.
“Hasan.. actually. Actually..”
Hasan rubbed his own face because of anxiety not playing over the stammered words.
“It's a Scram i-it... ex-husband me.”.
The deg!
One sentence that Anha said managed to make Hasan who was originally bowed down is now staring straight at Anha.
What did Anha just say? Hasan's ear just now wasn't caught wrong.
Hasan looked at Anha Lamat. His own eyes hit several times trying to digest back Anha's words.
“Means?” reiterate Hasan. Who knows if his hearing is misfired.
Anha nodded her head. It is no longer necessary for all this to be covered again.
“Iya. Actually Mr. Ikram your colleague who was my ex-husband.”
Then…
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