Happy After Divorce
Section 20

Several months have passed since his meeting with mommy Retha, the mother of the Lord sir as his superior in his workplace.

Nothing changes, everything goes as it should because the subordinates and superiors are very different.

Not expecting more, actually I realized that the purpose I was brought home was a mistake, the punishment for being late to work hours.

Anin didn't expect much at the meeting a few months ago, I could eat every day, nyicil a month has made me happy.

Indeed, happiness is we who create, we who make happiness is actually our happiness.

It turned out that I was able to get through a difficult time, was able to show myself, encouraging her that I deserved to stand straight from my slump.

If time could be turned back, I wouldn't want to accept an arranged marriage that only lasts a corn. Surviving the compulsion, in the end I myself was wounded, a bloodless but very sick wound.

In this city of Jakarta I have high hopes, in this city I can become a better person. Learn to mature from past wounds, times that make him want to end his life.

Days change to weeks, months and even years. Trouble getting up, I was finally able to become a strong woman.

I will never again cry for the past, I am ready to move forward, ready to fight, ready to open a new heart. By expanding friendships, and I can learn a lot about past failures.

"Anin you are talked to and daydream anyway, you are not fun." Said Nindy who continued to talk mumbled, his face looked very tangled like not getting a salary ration every month.

"What were you talking about?" ask Anin a little flutter. Not knowing what Nindyy was talking about, I was instead engrossed in daydreaming about the past that had ended.

"Not so! i'm sleepy!" nindy replied with a sewot, her body tilted to her back to her friend.

I was in Cuekin, busy with his world. Now it's my turn to change the cuek, it's nice in the cuekin, plus sleep behind the hihihi...

Inside the blanket Nindy laughed giggling, because her upset mode managed to make the friend seduce by whining like a little baby.

I better stay asleep, sleepy. Whose fault if also I am in cuekin, right the tip is not very good huuuhu.

"Even in the living snoring, you're the same as me not clear hihi." Said Anin chuckling little to see the friend who left him to sleep first, but earlier in the snack mode.

It did not take long, Anin also covered part of her body with a thick blanket.

They both snore to rest his body before tomorrow arrives, as if competing against the sound of so tired, sleepy before starting his routine again after a holiday on Sunday.

The sound of alarm on the nightstand of his room continued to squeal his eardrum, trying to cover it with both hands, and also his blanket.

Still the sound of the alarm was louder, than the sound of his snoring the two of them...

Anin fumbled on the nightstand to look for an alarm to turn off, instead of meeting her hand and finally split a few pieces.

Pyarrr....

Without the cue Anin immediately woke up by sitting his body on the mattress, his eyes wobbly looking for the source of the sound.

Upon seeing it, the tail of his eyes immediately glared at his beloved object shattering formless.

Arriving them in his room, Anin's face was sitting in the doldrums because his alarm clock broke into pieces. The clock has its own history for him, because it is a clock that he deliberately brought from the orphanage as a memento if he misses his home with the sisters.

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These past few months Gods were on business trips to various countries of the world. Not the first, but it is very tiring that no couple accompanies a trip around the world while working.

This morning, his first morning God stomped his foot back in the office. Longing for a girl named Anindya Dirgantara. Kian feels excited, eager to approach his room, but he is reluctant because he wants to give a little surprise when he meets Anindya Dirgantara

In a different room God was smiling indistinctly, imagining a meeting a few months ago made him want to repeat his moments of cleanliness with his employee, Anindya Dirgantara.

The woman who was able to disturb his mind, his wild soul immediately rose just by imagining being in the same car.

Your smile is sweet as a candy gulali, the sweetness is not lost. Even though it has been mashed repeatedly, it still tastes sweet as sweet as your smile.

The god started to stomp his feet, hearing music was his hobby. The gods themselves are very fond of melow music, containing onions.

For him music can describe his feelings, can pour content in his heart. With the song anyway, I can pour an unusual taste to my beloved girl.

The longer the God bounces everywhere, not realizing the sound of knocking on the door several times, no answer made Anin take the initiative to open the door of his superior.

Bismillah.., one breath Anin dared herself to open the door handle, a very slow voice was unable to make God turn to the origin of the sound.

The Lord has returned?

The question that Anin escaped from was uttered in her heart, it felt unethical to say happy words in front of the handsome-looking man.

Maybe he was excited, my self-esteem immediately plummeted, down drastically. Do you think I'm a girl what?

I tried to turn my body around to get out of a situation that was not wearing, just a hand holding a door handle. There was the voice of the boss calling out his name, a very familiar voice.

"Wait!"

"Where are you going?"

"Don't go!"

Various kinds of questions he asked, hoping he would understand, would wait for me to come to him.

"How are you?"

"Hm healthy sir!"

"Why did you enter my room do not knock on the door first, if I was making out with my girl are you not ashamed to see the affection of others!"

"Sorry sir!"

So uninhibited, without permission I went straight out of his room Mr. God. My eyes were red, ready to launch a hot cloud that poured down my face.

God is alone, not with anyone? Why do I think no.

Why is there pain when Mr. God says make out with girls, not her I'm a nobody. Why should I be sad, crying too?