The Hate That Ends Marriage

Putting aside Prejudice

Arriving at home, Radit immediately opened the door of his house without knocking on the door first, then galloped to the door of the room that Widya used to occupy. He thought his wife would hide there again to avoid him. It wouldn't even be strange if he found the door locked from the inside.

"Widya, we need to talk."

Radit turned the doorknob around, and was shocked to find Widya not there.

Where the hell is he? Did he run away again? Oh no, not again.

Right now he is too tired to think about Widya's escape destination again. Glancing at the door of his room that was also tightly shut, Radit turned to the door of the room, hoping to find Widya there.

Just opening the door, he was greeted throw a soft object about right into his face. No need to look, he already knows who did it.

"Thank God you didn't lock the door, so I don't have to use my shady keys anymore" she said, picking up a bull doll, which she bought for Widya. "Now come on...."

This time a pillow slammed into his face.

"Widya, listen to me talk first" she asked, brushing off all the pillows and bolsters Widya threw at her as she walked up to the bed. "If you behave like this, how are we going to solve the problem between the two of us?"

"Don't come near me!" widya screams, panicking to see her getting closer.

He was too scared to look for something on the bed to throw at him again. When he found nothing else there, he got out of bed and picked up the alarm clock on the small table beside the bed. The two of them were separated by their big beds.

"A step closer to me, then I'll throw this right in front of your bastard face!" threaten Widya, take a position to be ready to throw the hard object at any time.

"Just throw it if you dare" he challenged, looking for a way to ambush Widya who was opposite him. "Just when it drifts from your hand, it will catch you."

Widya's eyes moved in panic, looking for an opportunity to escape Radit's reach. Glancing silently towards the open door, she deliberately distracted Radit by throwing the alarm clock on the bed. Then he ran towards the door, before Radit could catch him.

Unfortunately, the trick of his transfer was not as smooth as he had expected. Because from the beginning Radit had guessed what he would do. Attacking Widya's body from behind, Radit with all his might held Widya's hands on her side.

It turned out that holding both hands was not enough, as he used his free legs, trying to kick Radit from behind.

"Take me off! You cheats on me, stop touching me! hiss Widya, exerting all her strength in order to escape from her support.

"This anger will not solve the problem. Be rational, Widya!"

"When dealing with an affair like you, my rational attitude is not necessary."

"If you keep this up, I have no other way" Radit sighed.

"What do you mean...." Widya screamed as Radit lifted her body over the shoulder. "You're crazy! Lower me!"

"The crazy one here is just you." Radit throws Widya on the bed.

"You are barbarians! How dare...." Widya was flabbergasted by her rude attitude, her eyes gleaming in anger. "After cheating on me, ignoring me, now you're throwing me like a bunch of insignificant things!"

Widya inched backwards as Radit crawled closer to her on the mattress, her eyes moving anxiously watching her movements.

"What are you doing? Stay away from me!" throw away Widya, feeling increasingly cornered when she looked behind her.

There was no longer any gap for him to get away from Radit's reach. If he forced himself to retreat again, then the floor would be waiting for him down there.

"When did I ignore you?" radit asked, looking down at Widya. "I never once ignored you. If what you mean about me not chasing you, I'm doing it for both of us."

"Omong empty!" Widya stuck out her hand, pushing Radit's body away. "That's just your excuse to justify all your deeds."

Capturing both of Widya's hands from the front of her chest, Radit stomped her to the side of Widya's head while holding her there. As for his two legs, he held it with his lower body so that Widya could not move in the slightest to break away from him.

"What are you doing? Do you intend to rape me, having just mingled love with your affair?" cela Widya, rebelled to break away. "If you really intend to do that, then you will get a desperate fight from me!"

Radit clucked while shaking his head.

"Geez, Wid, Wid, your mind is wild. Where a husband rapes his wife. Even if I intend to fuck you, you will gladly accept it."

"Take confidence in yourself" Widya snorted.

"Why not?" his reply. "I tell you, throw away your wild imagination. I'm doing this so you can listen to my explanation calmly."

"Explain all you want. Even though my hands and feet were shackled by you, I still had a mouth, which I could use to prevent me from listening to your explanation."

"You don't think I thought of that? I can also shut your mouth."

"With what? Censure, so?"

"There's a better way than to deny it" he said meaningfully.

Fortunately, the threat was successful. Widya finally gave up on him as well.

"alright. Tell me what you want to say. I'll listen to him quietly" Widya said, turning her face away. "But, I'm telling you, this still doesn't change my view of you. To me you've betrayed me, whether you did it intentionally or not."

Listening to the desperate plea, Widya turned her face to look at him.

"Why is it so hard for you to listen to my explanation? I know you're disappointed in me, but I say once again, I never once had the intention of betraying your trust in me," she said, growing more frustrated each time to face Widya's indifference to her. "I'm really sorry if my meeting with Nadin hurt you. Slap me as you please if it satisfies you, but don't be so cold to me. Tell me, what do I do to make you believe that you are the only woman in my life? If you want me to apologize while kneeling, then I will do it with pleasure. You know, my heart hurts to see you this sad."

The sincere apology he delivered with despair turned out to be successful in breaking Widya's heart. Her tears instantly flowed out incessantly from her eye sashes.

Releasing his grip on Widya's hands, Radit immediately lay sideways, then grabbed Widya in his arms while calming her down. For a while, only the sound of crying as well as soothing murmurs filled their room room.

Satisfied to evaporate all his emotions in Radit's arms, Widya's crying gradually began to disappear. It felt Widya take a pinch of her shirt to wipe away the tear marks, which soaked her face.

"Now that I have calmed down, begin your delayed explanation earlier," Widya asked, refusing to look up at her. "Don't tell me to look at you again. I don't want you to see my face right now."

"In this situation you are still ashamed" he laughed, amused by his wife's shyness. "If you forget, I've already seen your swollen eyes when you enter this room. I didn't know you could cry that much. All this time I thought your tears were dry."

"Don't tease me" Widya pinched her little chest. "If you forget, your appearance is even worse than mine. I don't know who's been causing bruises all over your tub face, he's really doing well. You deserve a blow."

"That means you justify the actions of those who have hurt your husband, is that it?" he accused her of raising Widya's chin to look up at him. "I didn't know you were that cruel. No wonder, you are cold-hearted. Especially when you're angry."

"I haven't finished my words yet" Widya argued, hitting her hand that touched her chin. "Listen to the end, before cutting off my conversation and getting angry is not clear this way."

"It's a good step for you to say that while looking in the mirror," he suggested in a satirical tone.

Ignoring the insinuation, Widya continued her unfinished words.

"Whatever I don't accept, whoever it is, has hurt your face this badly" Widya sighed, touching one by one the wounds on her face carefully. "God, look! You have to compress it, otherwise it will swell. Geez, the colors are gradually starting to change."

"You take it easy, the one who made my face like this, his facial condition is even worse than mine," proud Radit, bragged.

Upset at the arrogance of her, Widya deliberately suppressed the swelling on her face strongly.

"Aw, sick tofu!" Radit grimacing.

"You are, like this, proud," Widya explained, breaking out of her arms. "You stay here, I'll take the equipment you need to treat your wounds. When I get back, you'll tell me everything. Be it your meeting with your fucking ex, and also about who's the mastermind who's been beating you all out like this."

Although he would rather keep his quarrel with Gilang secret from Widya, he had no choice but to agree. There is no point in keeping this from Widya, because however Widya will certainly listen to the event from others.

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It was already afternoon when Nadin arrived in front of his house with Ririn. Expressing his gratitude to Ririn, who had been kind enough to drive him home, Nadin immediately entered his house.

Just entering his house, Nadin was greeted by his parents, who were waiting for his return.

"Where have you been? After the mess you made, you just casually walked freely out there" his father said, hitting him on the back. "You can't imagine how embarrassed you were when you heard about your behavior out there from other people. If you're only here to humiliate you and Mom, it's better to go back there to Jogja."

"Sir, don't hit Nadin that way. We must listen to his explanation first before judging him," defended his mother, taking a position to protect him from his father's rampage.

"What else is there to explain, Mom? It's all clear. This child does not know the shame of coming here just to damage people's households," hardik his father, glared angrily at him. "Now tell me what everyone out there is saying is a lie. You didn't do that despicable act, did you?"

"I'm not doing anything disgraceful out there. What's wrong with me seeing Radit at work?" sahut Nadin, undaunted by the anger of his father. "Can't I see Radit after I haven't seen him in a long time? Whatever, if someone misinterprets my actions."

"Well, now you hear me, Mom! This child was intent on disturbing Radit's household and his wife," his father accused, increasingly furious after listening to his words. "Even though Radit is your old friend once, you have no right to hold him in front of his wife's eyes!"

"I do not intend like that, his wife who is too overreacting" said Nadin indifferently. "He saw what he wanted to see. It wasn't my fault."

"Nadine! Take care of your words," said his mother angrily. "Now this is not the time for you to act indifferent like this. You have to explain to me what really happened there so we know how to solve this problem. You also don't say that about Radit's wife, you don't know how sad she was to see her husband hugging another woman. I suggest you explain this misunderstanding to her. I believe you have no intention of ruining their household, as people say out there."

"There's no point in me explaining this situation to you and Mom, or to Radit's wife and everyone out there. My explanation won't change people's view of me. Everyone will still believe what they hear from others rather than the person concerned" Nadin said, declining his mother's request.

"But at least, we, as your parents, need to know what really happened" his mother once again asked.

"I'm too tired to tell you this. My advice, just ignore the unqualified gossip," he refused once again, walking into his room.

"Nadine!" call his mother, try to chase after him, but be detained by his father.

"Here you go, ma'am, just let that stubborn kid lock himself in that room. Talking to him right now is a waste of time."

"But, Sir...."

"For now, leave him alone, tomorrow we will question him again" persuaded his father, who this time was listened to by his mother. "You heard that, Nadin, your conversation with us is not over. Tomorrow I will not tolerate the slightest silence on this matter."

Listening to the warning from behind her bedroom door, Nadin was very hopeful that tomorrow his father would forget about the matter. He also hopes that the annoying gossip about his behavior today will disappear also in the earth. Even if he knew, it was impossible to happen.

Now everyone in this village will look cynically at him. All this is his fault for acting recklessly.

Why did I have to get out of control? I shouldn't have done that.

There's no point in regretting this now. Rice has become porridge. There was no other way, other than facing him, but not now.