The Hate That Ends Marriage

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Next morning..

Dispelling the morning sunlight with her hands, Widya slowly opened her eyes. When he turned his head towards the open window of his room, he faintly listened to a carefree whistling sound from outside his room. Looks like Radit's mood is good this morning.

Smelling the scent that went into the room, Widya suspects that Radit is currently preparing breakfast for them. However, she did not know what caused her husband to hum like that. This is the first time he has heard it. Later. She will ask her husband that question.

Stretching her body on the mattress, Widya was surprised to find that she was not wearing a thread on her body. Pulling the sagging blanket down her chest, Widya tried to recall what had happened to her.

Slowly the memory of last night was spilled in his head. Starting from his sudden appearance at the reunion event Radit, the debate after they returned home, until the end of the argument to their bedroom. Pulling the edge of the blanket over her head, Widya kicked a little inside her blanket.

Oh my God, I did that last night. Now I'm a woman.

Now that he remembered it so clearly, he could not cover up his embarrassment. Her face was hot if she remembered the memories of Radit's caress last night. Her husband really didn't let go all night. He could feel it from the aches all over his body, due to Radit's sensual attacks last night.

Wait up! This is not the time to remember their first night as a married couple. He had to pick up his clothes on the floor, before his naughty husband entered the room.

Taking her head out from under the blanket, Widya glanced nervously at the door of her room that was open. He did not want Radit to catch him one day, as he was picking up his clothes on the floor.

It would be a shame to face her husband naked in his blanket. Especially with such a bright light. No matter they are now officially married couples. She was still not used to exposing herself this open to her husband.

Stifling the blanket tightly with one hand, Widya tried to reach for her underwear under the bed. Another bit. As he was about to touch her, Radit's whistling and footsteps came closer to the room.

Damnit damnit! Why did he have to come when I almost grabbed him.

Having no other choice, Widya quickly returned to her lying position while closing her eyes tightly. At least, he could pretend he had not woken up yet. That way, Radit wouldn't tease her.

His heartbeat sounded so noisy in his ears, that Widya was afraid that Radit would listen to him as well. Worse, he grew more nervous, listening to the sound of Radit's footsteps walking closer to the bed.

Relax, Widya, relax! Don't nervous. If you panic like this, it will only expose your lies.

"If you hold your breath like that all the time, then soon you will be out of breath" Radit said, chuckling amusedly beside him. "There's no point pretending to sleep like that, honey. Anyone can tell if you're pretending to be asleep right now, if your face is that tight."

Exhaling her breath, which she did not realize she had been detained since, Widya still did not want to open her eyes. He was too embarrassed to face Radit.

"And, if you have a little sensitivity, you should also pretend not to realize this lie of mine. Your husband is not understanding!"

"Why should I do it?"

"Just think for yourself with that lola brain of yours!"

"It's not good to talk to someone with their eyes closed so, sweet," whispered Radit in his ear.

Surprised in shock by the sound of the whisper, Widya immediately opened her eyes wide while screaming a little. He shifted away from Radit, who was smiling amusedly at his fear.

"You hurt my heart, honey," he breathed dramatically, sticking his palm on his chest. "I am your husband. You don't have to scream so scared."

"You better go to work there! Rather than bothering me with your bullshit. I need privacy."

Instead of obeying his will, Radit sat sideways on the bed.

"Aoa privacy you mean? This privacy, you mean?"

Radit deliberately jerked softly at the blanket that was tightly grasped by him.

"What are you doing!" jerit Widya, almost fell out of bed.

"Jeez, Widya, relax!" reprimanded Radit, surprised to see him who almost toppled under the bed. "You almost broke your neck."

"It's all because you surprised me!" the accusation. "Please, Dit, stay away from me."

Finally, this time Radit obeyed his will. He got up from the bed and raised both hands.

"Honestly, I really don't understand your attitude this morning." Radit shook his head. "You should, after last night, you don't have to be this shy."

"That was last night. It's morning now, and I don't feel at all comfortable meeting you in this state."

A mischievous smile adorned Radit's face.

"Like this, what do you mean?"

"You know what I mean! Don't act stupid."

"Come on, honey, there's no shame in that. I saw it all last night. There's no point in you acting so timidly, after what we did last night."

"You don't have to remind me of that anymore" Widya said, blushing in embarrassment. "I am not like you, who casually paced to and fro without wearing a thread."

"If you may know, when exactly, am I 'standering to and fro without that thread? As I recall, I never did that in front of you at all."

"It's just a parable," Widya replied, beginning to tire of explaining about her feelings for her husband. "The thing is, you have no shame! Well, enough of the talk. Now, leave me alone."

"Rather than struggling with your useless embarrassment, you better help me button my shirt," Radit suggested, revealing some buttons that were still not attached.

"You have your own hands. So, don't bother me with something you can do yourself," she said, shaking her hand. "Where are you going with that look? Tumben once you put on a shirt to the farm. Usually you'll always wear a regular shirt."

"You finally noticed me, too. Since then I've been waiting for you to ask me questions about my appearance today" Radit said, walking in front of a large mirror to see his appearance. "I'd like to stop by downtown for a few things and meet someone, if that answers your curiosity."

"Someone?" widya exclaimed, unable to resist the suspicious tone in her voice. "Who is that, if I may know?"

"Just a prospective buyer, dear Widya," replied Radit, looking over his shoulder. "If you're that suspicious, you can come with me."

"It doesn't have to be that dramatic. I'm too tired to go anywhere right now."

"If you please, my wife, may I...."

"No!" sahut Widya quickly, before Radit finished his sentence. "I know what you're going to ask me, and I balk at answering it, for the sake of your complacency teasing me constantly."

"You're so sensitive" Radit grumbled.

"Thanks to who I get these sensitive feelings for?" angry reply. "I'm warning you. Just be careful if you meet your fucking ex again without my knowledge."

"I've told you many times, I've never met him without your knowledge even once" Radit said, sighing in frustration. "Yesterday, it was pure coincidence that I met him there."

"You and your excessive jealousy" muttered Radit.

"What did you say?" he was loud, not happy with what he had just heard. "Say once more. Then I will throw Gilang's face in front of you right now. Then we'll see what you're doing to her."

"alright. Alright. I admit I was wrong."

Radit raised both his hands, a sign of surrender.

"How dare you criticize my behavior, considering you are even more terrible when you are jealous," he grinned, smashing his lips.

"That's enough ranting! Now give your husband a good morning kiss."

Cupping both of his hands on Widya's cheeks, Radit lowered his head to kiss her lips. Raising his head, Radit grinned widely at him.

"Remove that shitty grin off your face!" her orders, deeply disturbed by her husband's grin. "You don't have to announce to everyone in this village that you just fucked your wife."

"You're such a pussy," Radit scolded, peeping back his lips violently. "Once again you take a single word out of your sweet lips, you will find that I will look the same as you. Seeing you like this, what a great temptation for me."

Only need one time that only Radit warned him, Widya immediately closed her mouth as much as possible so as not to say a word again.

***

After changing into the shirt he brought from home, Radit prepares to do his job. While heading to one of his livestock cages, some of his workers were astonished by his unusual behavior. He realized it was all caused by his constant whistling, ever since he arrived at the farm.

Although there were some people who teased her, including her friend Deni, it still could not ruin her mood so happy today. In fact, the attitude of sniffling Joints to him a few hours ago could not destroy this beautiful day.

Although in addition, he also felt confusion over Joints' ketus attitude today to him. He would never do anything that would offend his friend.

Because too curious about Jendi's attitude to him earlier, Radit also shared his complaints to his best friend, Deni. Wishing her best friend knew the cause of Joints having such a bad mood today.

"No need to think about it, Dit. At most he misses Mila, who until now has not returned from his sister's house in the city," Deni said, shrugging his shoulders. "You know for yourself how he. His longing for Mila, probably made him a little sensitive."

"Hopefully it's true" Radit said, still feeling something was missing. "Why, the look on his sour face was still in my mind. It's as if he doesn't feel happy when he sees me happy."

"That's just your feeling. Well, or maybe he's not happy. More precisely envious of your happiness may be," Deni guessed, chuckled at the thought. "Basar the Singles Pendengliki. It could be that he behaves that way, when his friend is this happy."

Unable to hold a laugh, Radit also laughed with Deni.

"It looks like we both need to help him get his wife as soon as possible, Den, so that his spite can be lost."

"Don't let him hear this conversation of ours. If he finds out, he'll throw us in the middle of this cow dung."

The two of them laughed out loud at the shadow.

"Wait first! This is not the time for us to laugh haha hihu like this," Deni said, putting on a very serious look. "Did you know? Last night after your sudden departure with your wife, not how long Nadin also said goodbye to go home with red eyes, like people want to cry."

"Then, what do I care?" tacitly.

"You should care about it" Deni replied. "Because everyone who was there immediately gossiped about the alleged fights between the three of you, when it was outside."

"Whatever other people say, I don't care."

"Do you not think, this could be heard by your father later. Then what are you gonna tell her, huh?"

Ruffling his hair, Radit leaned his body against the fence.

"I'm really tired of all this trouble that's happened to me" he lamented, lowering his shoulders in lethargy. "Lost one problem, a new problem arises. There's always been a problem in my married life."

"Well, that's the source of the problem," Deni pointed, moving his head in the direction that was behind him.

Turning his head, Radit was really unhappy with what he saw there. He was completely inexhaustible with Nadin's attitude. Should have been after their last meeting last night, he would never again appear before her.

His scarf was so big, despite being warned by Widya last night.

"I'm sorry, it's been disturbing the conversation between the two of you" said Nadin, smiling to apologize to both of them. "If you don't mind, can you talk to me for a minute, Dit?"

"There's nothing we need to talk about" he replied.

"Just a moment, please," asked Nadin. "I need to explain what I didn't finish last night."

"I'm not interested at all in the explanation or what you want to tell me about our conversation last night" he said. "I should have warned my wife last night to explain to you, if she didn't want me to talk to you alone again. So, if you have the slightest respect for my wife's request, never see me like this again."

The hit expression was clearly on Nadin's face, while listening to the scathing reprimand.

"It looks like I'm here just interrupting your conversation. Then, excuse me." Deni resigned himself, not feeling comfortable listening to the conversation.

"You don't have to do that!" he shouted, stopping Deni from leaving them alone there. "Because now he's going to go."

"Radit, please. I need to talk to you about this," persuaded Nadin, holding back his nearly dripping tears.

"If it's that important to talk about it with me, you can say it here."

"Dit, this is not something we can talk about in front of a crowd. I have to discuss this alone with you" said Nadin stubbornly. "I won't leave until you talk to me."

Looking back and forth, Deni walked over to her while whispering, "I think you should take Nadin away from here right now, Dit. Some people are watching us. Do you want to be the center of attention for more people?"

Paying attention to his surroundings, Radit felt Deni had a point as well. He must take Nadin away from this place right now. Arguing with him here even longer, would only attract the attention of everyone who was there.

"All right, just a minute, 5 minutes. That's the only time I can give you."

He held up one hand as Nadin protested.

"5 minutes or nothing." Despite somewhat objecting to such a short time, Nadin nodded his head in agreement. "Follow me!"

Behind him, Radit could hear the sound of breathing Deni relieved. Actually he really did not like the idea of talking alone with Nadin like this. This only led to feelings of guilt, for having betrayed the trust Widya had placed in her.

However, what choice did he have, other than to obey Nadin's stubborn will. Resisting talking to him, even to expel him, will only make Radit a gossip by his workers.

At least, he can rely on his best friend Deni to defuse various bad speculations against him. Hopefully his best friend who is full of bright ideas can think of reasons, why Radit should talk alone with a woman, who is not his wife.