After Marriage
I want to be honest (4)
Hasan scrunched his forehead listening to this. Why did Anha say that. There was no way her parents would be that bad to Anha.
“Ngak, coke. Papa I'm not that guy. I promise I'll always be next to you.”
“Serious?” anha asked with a slight look up at Hasan.
“Iya.”
A moment between the two of them.
“Hasan..”.
“Hmm?” Hasan only muttered while gently rubbing Anha's head.
“Can I do the same thing to you?”
Hasan nodded his head.
“Bby.”
“Hasan.. If it is like tomorrow I am making a fatal mistake with you. Can you still forgive me and will you accept me for who I am?” anha said expectantly. He also had to make sure of this to Hasan.
Hasan nodded and rubbed the white cheeks of this beautiful woman.
Once in a while Hasan rubbed his nose with Anha's nose. Fortunately they were in a quiet place, there were no eyes to see, so it didn't matter if they were making out like this.
“I promise I'll give you what you are, An. You can hold my word.”
Anha smiled hearing this. It feels so happy and so loved.
“Appointment?” said Anha asking for a belief in her partner.
“Iya. I promise, Darling.”
Hasan closed his eyes feeling a warm sensation that spread to his heart.
“I love you, An,” Hasan said when the kiss was over.
“I also love you.”
Now they fix their respective sitting positions back to the beginning. Anha's cheeks were still flushed, somewhat embarrassed as well considering the two of them were kissing in an open place like this.
What if they get caught? Anha would be so embarrassed.
Anha looked to the left and right, to monitor the situation. Fortunately, no one saw them while kissing because everyone was still busy partying there.
Hasan chuckled at the funny behavior of his lover. With a fit of anxiety Hasan pinched Anha's chubby cheeks at a glance.
Yes, that is the behavior of people who are drunk in love. As if the world was his, the other contracted.
“This time you want me to anter back home or we so stop by my ort house?” asked Hasan to Anha who was wiping her buttocks for fear that the dress was dirty because Anha was sitting carelessly earlier.
Hasan said that considering Anha since then her mood was bad, she said, and even more here also there is still her ex-husband and Hasan can even guess if it seems like her husband's manta still has a sense of Anha seen from the way earlier when staring and greeting Anha.
There was a strong sense of possibility in Hasan's mind, only he was good at hiding it in Anha's presence.
“So how? Choose to go home or to my house?” reset Hasan. Hasan was sure, Anha was not comfortable here. Anha looked serious about thinking about the answer.
“Emang can go home?” ask Anha.
“Bby, lah. Yes, cook you want to go home until this place is closed.”
Anha shook her head. He also wanted to get away from this place that felt like hell. The sooner Anha leaves here, the better.