The Hate That Ends Marriage

Not Enough

Radit surrenders. For almost three hours he searched for Gilang. However, he still did not find it anywhere. At first, Radit thought that Gilang had deliberately not entered work. However, when he was about to go to his house, he accidentally listened to the conversation of one of Gilang's workers when telling his friend, if Gilang had never come home since his quarrel with Radit yesterday on his farm.

Then here is now Radit, sheltering from the scorching sun under a shady tree. Thinking hard is where his former best friend is right now. All the places that he expected to be visited by Gilang, in fact, did not show the trunk of his nose at all.

Damn you, Gilang. How dare you hide from me like this.

"Why are you here?" ask a voice, awaken Radit from his daydream.

Looking towards the source of the voice, Radit saw Deni staring at him in confusion.

"What are you doing that you haven't come to the farm until now?" deni asked again, observing her face closely. "If you're wondering why I'm here instead of on the farm, then I'll explain. I'm on my way to your house."

"I'm sorry I've been troubling you. I know a lot of work is waiting for me on the farm, but can you take over my duties today? If you don't mind either."

"Not to be confused." Deni patted her on the shoulder, encouraging. "Solve your problem first. In the meantime let me take care of everything on your farm. I'm sorry I can't help you much."

"You've helped me enough. Oh yeah, do you know who's behind the gossip that cornered my wife?"

"Regarding that ... Looks like it'll be hard for you to know the gossip spreader. Dit. Well, you yourself will know, how the gossip runs in this village. From mouth to mouth. It's totally impossible, Dit. Looking for who started first, is like looking for a needle in a haystack."

"Although impossible, I will definitely find the cause of that insolent gossip."

Capitalized on determination and hard work, Radit believes he will definitely restore his wife's good name.

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Awakened by the rumbling sound coming from her stomach, Widya glanced at the clock beside her bed. How surprising, he found himself asleep until this afternoon. Getting out of bed, Widya walks into the kitchen, looking for something to satisfy her hunger.

Pulling the refrigerator door open, Widya was startled by a knock on her door. Closing the refrigerator door again, he was increasingly surprised to find guests on the porch of his house.

Why is this fucking woman here? Does he want to die?

Observing Nadin as cold as ice, Widya tried hard to hold both hands so as not to grab the hair cause of this household problem. No need to add any more gossip to everyone in this village.

"Can I come in?" the question was slow, glancing at the uneasiness of some residents who crowded in front of Widya's house. "Of course you don't want everyone here listening to us both."

"What right do you have to advise me how to behave? This is my home," Widya replied cynically, crossing her arms while leaning casually on the door frame of her house. "Again, there is no need for the secrets of all, everyone here knows what is going on between the two of us. Don't you think so, gossip mums?"

Nadin gasped at the brave question to the residents who eavesdropped. Funny again, the eavesdroppers he insinuated it even said rough and so on. People don't have mirrors in their homes, Widya thought.

"Why are you acting like this? I'm here to apologize to you about what happened yesterday."

"You sure you're really sorry about what you did to Radit yesterday? I doubt it."

Widya smiled a cynical smile. Tired of seeing this naive, shameless female feigned manner before him.

"I know I made you angry, but can you forget about this? I promise I won't do that again" Nadin said, touching his arm carefully.

Jerking her arm away from the touch, Widya was unable to hold back her emotions any longer. He knew he would regret this later, but facing this unabashed woman's hypocritical behavior any longer, would blow up his head.

That fucking gasp again. When he wanted to continue his words, the gossipers in front of his house in droves told Nadin to immediately go home and undo his intention to make up with Widya. Even more irritating, the Hypocrite asked them not to interfere while wiping his tears that began to drip.

His "Playing Victim" attitude further ignited Widya's emotions. If he wants this dirty game, then Widya will be happy to serve him.

"It's not enough to get there, you also deliberately spread rumors that will benefit you," continued Widya. "Now are you pleased with the pitying look people have on you? How does it feel to be a victim when you're the real culprit? It must be happy, right? Because you've managed to incite everyone here with the false gossip you spread."

"What are you talking about? I don't understand at all."

"Not to be naive! You know what I'm talking about" Widya said, staring intently.

He will not be deceived by this fox's deception. Pause for a while, Widya deliberately raised her voice so that she could be heard by all the spectators who were there.

"My dear, benevolent and most righteous, listen carefully! How does it feel to side with someone who has hugged your husband in front of your own eyes?" scorned Widya, circulating her gaze. "It must be fun, right? Listening to the story of a jealous wife throws this innocent woman to the ground, just because she tripped over a rock and accidentally hugged your husband. Well then, what if this woman was also caught deliberately hugging your husband, continue shamelessly she said 'Oh, sorry. I was tripping.' Let's see if you guys are going to calm down and say, 'What's wrong, not intentionally.' Is that what you want?"

"It's a good idea to bring someone else's husband into your trouble!" hardik one of the mothers there.

"That sassy is you! You're all the same here" Widya replied, shuffling her waist. "How dare you call me a jealous and seductive wife! You think with you guys spreading rumors I'm flirting with Radit's friend Gilang, my household will be destroyed, right? Actually know what you guys know about my home life, huh? You guys only gossip for the sake of getting interesting chatter when eating food."

Covering her tears that were almost spilled, Widya stuck her fingernails into her palms to strengthen herself.

"For you the facts are not really important. You only care about your pleasure gossiping about other people's life problems," Widya said. Then turned his gaze back to Nadin. "Well, now you're satisfied to have embarrassed me? Are you happy to find me even more hated by everyone here? You do get sympathy from the citizens here, but you will never get the attention of my husband. Remember that's fine!"

Not wanting to listen to the response Nadin would give her, Widya slammed the door of her house right in front of the hypocritical woman's face. Inside her house, Widya sat leaning on her door frame, weeping as she mourned her fate.

At least he felt safe in his house. No one will bother him. Today he really wants to be alone. But on the other hand, Widya also misses her grandmother, her parents, and her friend Mila. If only they were here, maybe he wouldn't feel this lonely.

Radit was always there for her. However, Widya did not want to show her sadness to her husband. There were so many things weighing on her husband's mind, Widya did not want to add any more. He will overcome his grief alone.

Surprised in shock, Widya this time surprised again by the sound of knocking from outside. Has that fox left yet? Very stubborn of him. Removing her tears with her sleeves, Widya opened her door grumbling.

"You're a hell of a girl, I'm not...."

His reflection came to a halt as he looked at the guest before him. It turned out that his guest this time was not that damn fox, but his mother.

"So, there were a lot of people in front of your house, Wid. What's the matter?" His mother looked at the gossiping mothers who had gathered near his house.

"Mama!"

Instead of answering the question, Widya jumped into her mother's arms. Because so suddenly getting that enthusiastic hug, his mother's legs were a little wobbly as she welcomed his embrace.

Patting briefly on his back, his mother let go of Widya's embrace slowly from him.

"Darling, why are your eyes so red? Have you been crying?"

Her mother panicked when she saw Widya's tears begin to drip down her cheeks. His mother's sudden arrival unleashed the defenses he had been making all along. Widya so missed her mother's warm embrace.

#TBC