The Hate That Ends Marriage

The End of a Long Wait

No need to wait a long time, when they arrived at the house, Widya stood facing him with her hands crossed, as she was busy locking the door of the house. Closing his eyes, Radit prepared to face his wife's rampage.

After taking a deep breath, he opened his eyes back to look at Widya. He was surprised when Widya pulled his collar while shaking his body so strongly. What an oddity of a body as small as his wife has such a powerful energy.

"How dare ... how dare you fool me! You're the most asshole*n I've ever met." Shaken again. "You are the worst man among the worst. I hate you!"

Doubtful, Radit emboldened himself to slowly squeeze his wife's shoulder.

"Pacify yourself, Wid. We can talk about this all right."

Jolting Radit's two hands rough from his shoulder, Widya glared angrily at him.

"Perset*n with your calm attitude!" wrathful. "If you're fed up with me, you should have told me that straight away. You don't have to cheat on me like this."

"Oh my goodness, Widya! I'm not cheating on you. What nonsense are you talking about?" exclaim Radit. This time it was his turn to shake his wife's body. "It's all just a misunderstanding."

"Misunderstanding? Don't try to be funny" Widya snorted, smiling cynically at him. "Everything is clear. You've been in touch with your fucking ex. I have a mat, and I can see that you miss your ex so much."

"I know you're currently being burned by jealous flames, but if you can calm down just a little bit, then you'll realize your angry attitude is just a waste of energy," radit retorted to ask Widya to be logical. "If I intend to meet my ex secretly, what did I take you to this reunion with me for? Your accusation is completely unreasonable!"

"It could be one of your plans. You deliberately invited me, which from the beginning you already knew I would definitely reject. Admit it, here's your little plan with that pretentious Betadin."

"He has a name, Widya. His name is Nad-"

"I don't care what his name is" Widya cut off, before Radit could finish. "The bottom line is you've been plotting this rotten ruse with your fucking ex. Oh, no, your cheating is more exact."

"Why!"

His patience has reached its limit to hear the accusations for the sake of the accusations Widya made to him. Pushing his wife against the wall, he forced her to look into his eyes.

"Gear my eyes! Do I look like a man who betrayed his own wife? Do I look like a vile man, like the accusation you gave me?" he said furious, frustrated face Widya's stubborn attitude. "Maybe the mouth can lie, Widya, but the eyes can't lie. I still want you. I feel like I'm going crazy every time I see you."

"W-How is that possible?" Widya trembled as she looked at him, her eyes looking for the telltale sign of lies in the depths of her eyes. "I don't understand. It's weird."

Unable to look Radit in the eye any longer, Widya turned her face away, and refused to look him in the eye again.

"Widya, listen to me" she asked gently, touching her fingers on Widya's chin to look back at her. "Tell me, why do you think I'm cheating on you? How could this accidental encounter between me and Nadin make your brain think of all sorts of bad things about me."

"That's all because you never touched me again" Widya said, pursing her lips unhappily. "It's only natural that I thought you didn't want me anymore."

Silent. Not a word came out of Radit's mouth while listening to the confession.

Restless not getting any response from her, Widya finally ventured to look back at her face. Then, his face shriveled in annoyance, he felt displeased at what he saw.

"Why are you laughing? I was talking seriously to you, not being funny" Widya said, hitting her chest in annoyance.

"I'm not laughing" elak Radit, caught his wife's fist. "I let out a laugh, didn't I?"

"Your mouth does not make any sound, but your eyes are dancing. And that's enough to prove to me that you're laughing at me!"

"Don't be angry, dear," he persuaded, hugging his little wife into his arms. "I didn't know you missed my touch so much. If only I knew, I might have been pouncing on you for a long time."

Radit could not help but giggle. It turned out that the advice Deni had given him had indeed come to fruition. At first he doubted it would work, given Widya's laid-back attitude towards him all along.

That was why his patience had reached its limit this afternoon, so he almost devoured his wife in the bookstore, like a wolf that had not been fed for a week. Until finally Gilang appeared and damaged the atmosphere there. How he wants to throw his friend—or rather his former friend—out the door and lock the door from the inside so that nothing else bothers him.

However, if he thought carefully, there was also a good thing that Gilang was bothering him from his wild thoughts towards Widya. It would be very embarrassing if he was caught by other residents making out with his wife in the bookstore, while others were busy carrying around outside.

The incident will only provoke another scandal in his family. But still, he could not tolerate Gilang's pretentious protective attitude towards his wife. He should know which one is not his.

"Take me off, Radit! I could be out of breath if you held me this tight," Widya lamented, lapping her back to wake her from her daydream.

"I'm sorry," he said, loosening his embrace. "I'm just too happy. I didn't know you wanted me as much as I wanted you."

"Are you sure? Maybe you're wrong. Isn't your Betadin what you want?" sindir Widya, remain steadfast not to believe it.

"Oh, dear Widya, don't lie to yourself." Radit jerked Widya closer, until their chests stuck together. "You know who I want."

"What the ka-"

Widya could not finish her speech until the end, as Radit ambushed her lips as fast as lightning. There was no forgiveness in that kiss. All the hunger that he had been so hungry all this time, he spilled in that passionate kiss.

With great difficulty Widya pulled herself from the hot kiss.

"Radit .. listen to me. This is not the time for us to kiss."

"It's a good time for us to kiss, my dear."

Then he again grabbed Widya's lips. For a moment he gave Widya space to take a breath before kissing her again.

Although initially resisted, Widya finally gave up on the kiss. Now he's just as enthusiastic as Radit is. Unabashedly Widya held herself as close as possible to him while hooking her arms around Radit's neck.

It's insane! If he did not stop, then he would devour his wife in the living room right now. This is not what he wanted. It would be terrible for Widya if they did that here.

With great difficulty he forced himself to release himself from that voluptuous kiss. The whimper of protest slipped from Widya's lips as she distanced both of their bodies.

For a moment he let Widya recover herself. When his wife began to become fully aware, he could not help but have a satisfied grin engraved on his face. Of course, not liked by his wife.

"You're playing me!" the accusation, flailing Radit's chest back.

"Nobody is playing a prank on anyone, my dear" Radit said, capturing his wife's hands. "We're going to continue what we did a few days ago in the room. Not here."

After saying that, Radit carried Widya and galloped quickly towards their room.

"What are you doing? Lower me!" Widya thrashed in her arms. "We're not done with the two of us yet."

"I think we're done talking about it. We both want each other. There is no third person, only the two of us" Radit said, closing the door to his room with a kick of his foot. "Now there's nothing more to explain. We'll just talk through body language now."

This time Widya stopped thrashing in her arms. He could only be silent in silence staring at her while gulping.

Yes, it is time for us to finish what has been delayed.

With that in mind, Radit laid Widya down slowly on the bed of the two of them.