The Hate That Ends Marriage

Miscomprehension

Radit watched silently as Widya stretched her body preparing to exert all her strength to open the door before her.

During his observation, Radit thought back to how he could end up in this place with this rude woman before him.

Tonight Radit was on a tour of the village and while checking things out, he saw the door of a small open book shed. So, he checked inside and found that there was someone inside who was standing while reading a book. And it turns out that person is Widya.How could that rude woman be here at midnight?

Forgetting his curiosity, Radit shook his head, amazed to see the rough woman grappling with a door.

It looks like Radit has to stop Widya from opening the poor door, because the abusive woman seems determined to destroy the door if it can not be opened as well.

"Stop! You could've broken that door." Radit pulled Widya's hand from the iron doorknob.

Widya pushed her body away. "Leave it. Move over!"

Taking a few steps back, Widya prepared to kick the door.

"That's enough!" prevent Radit, pull Widya's collar away from the door.

"Don't stop me!" Widya rebelled, pulling her collar out of Radit's hand. "We have to do something to get out of here."

"Just calm down, someone's passing by."

"I doubt it" Widya said skeptically.

Flicking her finger, Widya looked at Radit with sparkling eyes. "I knew. I'm gonna scream as loud as I can so people out there know we're locked up here."

"Don't make a fuss just because of a trivial thing like this. Being locked up here for a while won't kill you."

"Sepele, you say? We're cooped. Both." Widya's eyes showed a sense of horror. It was as if being alone with her was such a frightening thing.

"So, you'd rather be cooped up by yourself?"

"It's not so I mean."

"Oh, so you're saying, I'll attack you when we're alone, right? I reiterate, it will not happen," said Radit coldly.

"Don't be silly. I know you're not that low. I just don't feel comfortable with you any longer here. Have you forgotten that I hate you?"

"I see what you mean" Radit nodded.

Radit persuaded Widya to stay away from the door and told her to sit in a chair by the window. Standing next to him, Radit assures Widya that someone will definitely pass through the area around here later. Because he knows, soon the people who patrol with him tonight will look for him, because they must have begun to realize that he left the patrol post too long.

Next to her, Widya nagged at the window being pointed at. He said, if only the bars were not there they could escape through it.

This female head seemed to be currently only filled with thoughts of how to get out of this place as soon as possible. While waiting and breaking the silence, Radit tried to invite Widya to chat. He asks why Widya can be in this bookstore. Laughing little, Radit did not expect the answer he had just heard. It turns out that this was all because of a mouse. Then silence again.

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Oh, my God, this is so awkward.

Pounding, Widya tried to break the silence between them. He tried to ask about the origin of where this bookstore could be formed.

Then Radit told me it all started from the desire of the citizens to keep all the textbooks, novels, comics, and the like that have not been read again combined in one place. People think that instead of throwing it away or burning it, it is better to keep it somewhere if someone wants to read it again. That's why this bookstore was finally formed. That's what Radit told him.

Seeing the entire room in this bookcase filled with dust and cobwebs, it seemed like it had been a long time since anyone stopped by here.

Expressing his opinion so that this warehouse is cleaned, Radit said that every month their village always held a gotong-royong cleaning all the environment in this village. Then silence again.

Unexpectedly, Widya's stomach rang from starvation. Oh, geez! it's mortifying. Widya turned her face away, covering up her shame that must have been clearly visible on her face.

"Have you not eaten yet?" radit asked, trying hard to hold back his laughter.

"Your habits just starve you."

"Whatever. The point is, dinner's just gonna make me fat."

"Yes, what did you say."

Widya repeated Radit's words like a parrot in a mocking tone.

The wind blowing from the window made Widya curl up in cold. He was not wearing a jacket when he left the house, because his jacket was in his room.

Glancing at Radit wearing a jacket, Widya rubbed her arms over and over again, deliberately indicating she was extremely cold. But there was no response. God fucking.

"It's cold." Widya pretends to shiver.

Radit just nodded.

"If you had a gentleman in your blood, you should have lent me that jacket."

"I don't want to be cold."

"Egoistic basis. The style is pretentious in front of people, but lending a moment your jacket to a cold girl just does not want. Well, I didn't expect it too much either" Widya said, looking down on Radit before throwing her face away.

Removing his jacket, Radit finally gives the jacket to her. "Alright, alright. Huh!"

"Well, that's dong from earlier."

Standing up from her seat, Widya prepared to put up a jacket lent to her. He deliberately ignored Radit's grunts next to him.

Suddenly Widya threw Radit's jacket on the floor while screeching. Jumping around a little while flapping clothes on his back, Widya tells Radit that there are insects that have just entered his shirt.

"Do something!" pekik Widya, give her back to Radit. "Aaa .. That naughty insect just kept on groping my skin."

"What am I supposed to do? I can't put my hand in your shirt."

"Quick remove that naughty insect from my shirt right now. You can throw it away without touching my skin." Widya pulled the collar of her back shirt so that the insects attached to her shirt did not hit her skin. "Quick! I could feel the naughty insect still clinging to my inner clothes."

"It feels inappropriate to do this" Radit said hesitantly.

"Forget quickness! It's an emergency."

Doubtfully inserting his hand, Radit closed his eyes calming himself. Pulling the edge of Widya's shirt with his left hand, Radit carefully inserted his right hand into Widya's shirt.

Both of them jumped in shock when Radit accidentally touched the skin of Widya's back. Drawn out his hand which is still not too far into Widya's clothes.

"What did you touch!?" A red hue spread across Widya's face.

"I didn't touch him intentionally. It's too hard." Radit's right hand was burning with that touch.

Exhaling an irritated breath, Widya asks Radit to do it again. "Good God, I can feel it. Hurry, Dit!" widya panicked. He could feel the insect moving inside his shirt.

Trying again, Radit's hand fell silent under Widya's shirt as the door opened with the sound of BRAKKK.

"What are you guys doing?" snapped Radit's father, shocked to see the position of the two of them so intimate.

Everyone who came with Radit's father gasped in unison. Quickly, Radit pulled his hand from the end of Widya's shirt. The two stared in horror at the sight before them. So many people were standing there staring at the two of them full of speculation.

Closing her eyes, Widya hoped this was just a nightmare, and soon she would wake up from her dream.

It seems like tonight is not going to end quickly, Widya thought grimly in her mind.