After Marriage
I want to be honest (2)
“Cream my ex-husband, San.”
"You mean?" hasan asked back to Anha, she still did not understand this.
It is impossible if Mr. Ikram— his business partner is the ex-husband of Anha.
“Yes, I don't want to cover this up anymore. Better you know it all from my own mouth than know from others.”
Hasan frowned, “You're serious?”
Anha nodded her head.
“Iya.”
Silent for a moment between the two of them, just a gust of the night wind that occasionally hit and made the cold of the night creep.
Hasan's brain is still trying to digest all this.
But wait a minute, if you think about it again, it is impossible for Anha to lie to herself, this is not April Fool's Day. Anha's face was also tangled, where perhaps Anha was joking.
There was no way that Anha was making up stories to make her jealous until that.
If Anha says it in such a way, it means yes. After all, Anha is beautiful and very magnetic, so do not dismiss if Pak Ikram likes her.
“You're kidding, right, An?” repeat Hasan for the umpteenth time.
Anha shook her head. Hasan should know everything now.
"Cream my ex-husband, San. Sorry I just dared to tell you now. Sorry, the timing is not exactly like this. I just want to be honest with you. That's it."
Her body was tired of hiding all this. And strangely when Anha had said it all, there was a great sense of relief in the recesses of her heart. It was as if the heavy burden had been lifted just like that.
Now stay from Hasan's side and what his response will be after knowing all this. Hasan was speechless, his facial expression was flat, it was hard for Anha to guess. Hasan opened his eyes. But it's true too. Earlier, when Anha shook Mr. Ikram's hand, he looked very tense, momentary daydreaming, and somewhat frightened at first.
Anha who was originally from a cheerful house now even now her mood also changed. And Anha prefers to be alone here.
Actually Hasan was curious about Anha's past life, but he did not dare to ask further because Anha herself had given him condition number three if Hasan could not question himself about Anha's past. After all Hasan understood, if it was time, surely Anha would tell herself to herself without even being asked. Like now, for example.
"You want a story?" hasan asked in a soft tone, he did not want to make Anha even more depressed. He wanted Anha to relax until she spilled her own heart without any coercion at all.
"If I told you the same story, you wouldn't be angry, would you, like me?" tanya Anha felt somewhat doubtful. He once read on the internet if the discussion of someone with his ex-lover will cause a very sensitive reaction to our partner.
But, right, the story is different with Anha. They're getting married. Honesty in the home is key.
“I will not be angry, really. Not that I also have the right to know it all, huh?”
Hasan smiled softly, although he was surprised at first, but he was not angry about it.
"No anger, no, no" Hasan reassured Anha.
Anha stared at the two black netra Hasan alternately. Seeking a sense of security. Seeking a sense of trust.
Anha inhaled deep air, then exhaled it through her mouth slowly. Even without feeling it felt like his palms were sweating so tense.
Now.Anha began to dare to tell the story everything from the beginning, everything, without anyone needing to cover up again.