The Hate That Ends Marriage

Understandings

After she began to calm down, Widya took a deep breath before telling her mother all the events she had been going through lately. While listening to her story, her mother never interrupted her. He only nodded his head a few times while listening carefully to Widya's story to the end.

Several times Widya had faltered when venting all her emotions to her mother, but her mother just sat quietly while patting the back of her hand. It means a lot to Widya. He felt his mother's silence helped him to continue his story.

When the story ended, Widya again cried in the arms of her mother. He had made up his mind not to cry again. However, all the emotions he had felt so far could not bear when he saw the sadness and sympathy in his mother's eyeballs.

How Widya hates this whiny attitude. Crying constantly like this was not like him. Of course, his mother must have realized that.

Pushing her softly from her embrace, her mother wiped away the tears that drenched Widya's cheeks. He could see her mother's tears while looking at her so closely.

"Citya ... I know you shouldn't have told me this, but...." His mother hesitated to continue her words. "But if staying here keeps you from getting hurt constantly, you and Radit better stay in town."

"No!" reject Widya firmly, after her mother finished her speech.

"Why? Didn't you not want to stay here all this time?" asked his mother, looking so astonished at his refusal. "Honey, don't force yourself to stay here with people whose work only looks at you one eye. Your grief hurt my mother too. Which parent would want to see their child treated this way."

Widya grabbed her mother's hand and held it gently.

"I can't do that, Ma. Mama knows for herself, Radit's whole life is in this place. She can't leave her family, friends and work here just for my convenience."

"He can do it in the city. The distance from the city here is not too far. He can meet his family and friends whenever he wants." Her mother took her other hand out of Widya's grasp to hold her hand. "Widya, listen to Mama. You better talk about this with Radit. Mama's sure she'll understand."

As long as her mother spoke, Widya constantly shook her head.

"I don't want to talk to him about this." Widya threw a stern look at her mother, who was about to cut her words. "He's been giving up on me a lot all along. So this time, it was my turn to give up. Even though my heart aches getting all kinds of insults from the people here, I can still handle it."

"It's not a question of who gave up and who didn't, Widya. The longer you stay here, the more it will only hurt you! Mama doesn't like to imagine your child every day slumped in her house to avoid the abuse of the people out there."

"I'm not that weak, Mama," Widya protested. "Again, with the news of my move, it will only make everyone here more happy. They would definitely feel themselves victorious, having managed to drive away the 'Broast Woman', as they had all this time called me, out of this village."

"Don't mind their talk. Live your life comfortably with Radit in the city. I'm sure you'll be happier if you stay in town" her mother urged, inching closer to her. "Just imagine, if you live in the city, we will meet every day! Isn't that fun?"

It was obvious that her mother was so enthusiastic that she and Radit would live in the city. He also wanted that very much. Extremely even. However, Widya does not want to take away Radit's happiness here.

Without having to talk about this, Widya sure Radit will obey his will. But Widya will no longer see happiness in her husband's eyes.

Her husband would always think of her father and sister here. He would definitely feel so guilty if he left them alone in this village.

Widya knew clearly, even though she was married, her husband always felt obliged to take care and take care of his small family. Leaving her father and sister to live here, it's the same as Widya telling Radit to abandon his family.

Talking is easy, but everything is not as easy as her mother said. Widya could not ask Radit to sacrifice that much. Let this time sacrifice.

"I want that too, Ma."

"Well, then, what else are you waiting for? Let's quickly pack your whole thing. The sooner the better. Your husband can catch up."

His mother stood up, ready to help Widya pack her things.

"But" he continued, "I stick to my stance. I'll stay here with Radit."

His mother sat down next to him. Both of his hands cupped Widya's face towards him.

"Darling, stop being so stubborn. Mama did this for you too."

"I know." Widya slowly removed her mother's hand from her face. "I don't want to be stubborn, Mama. As you know yourself, when you agreed to this marriage, I indirectly decided to leave my life in the city and live with Radit here."

"But, Wid...."

"Mama, please. Don't make me ask Radit for something like that. He suffers a lot like me."

Sighing in resignation, his mother finally gave up as well. "alright. If that's what you want, Mama can't say anything more. This is your life anyway. Mama shouldn't have interfered like this."

"Mama! Stop self-deprecating your own mother. Mama is not wrong. I know my mom said all that because she was worried about me" said Widya, unable to see the sad look on her mother's face. "No need to worry, I'm strong, Ma. Did you forget, what is the nature of this mother's child? Even though the entire village managed to make me sad, I guarantee I won't just stay silent."

"Widya, what are you thinking? Don't do anything strange" his mother scolded, worried as she listened to his words just now.

"Mama take it easy. I'm not going to do anything bad" Widya said. His eyes twinkled mischievously looking at his mother. "Maybe I'm just avenging their slander with slander too."

"Why!"

"I'm kidding, kidding. Oh, my God, this mom is serious. I'm not spreading it, Ma."

"Basin a bad boy!" Her mother slapped her arm slowly before embracing her affectionately again.

How much Widya misses this. Sharing stories with his mother like this evokes his old memories while still living with his parents. Widya is very grateful for her mother coming here today. At least it helped to brighten his mood.

***

Waving her hands at her mother, Widya waits for her mother's car to disappear from view before entering her house. He did not expect that their shopping event would be this long. But at least, his trip with his mother today was able to eliminate all his feelings of sadness.

Having just opened her door, Widya is shocked by the sighting of her husband standing right in front of her.

"You're trying to get me a heart attack, aren't you?"

"I didn't mean that. It's just that you opened the door, just as I was about to get out," Radit replied, dipping his head looking behind Widya. "Where is your mama? Is he home yet?"

Handing over the package of his groceries to Radit, Widya turned to close the door of the house.

"He's home."

Radit. "I want to say hello to him."

"Don't be so moody. You can say it next time." Widya patted Radit's arm encouragingly. "Mama, just say hello to you. Actually, he wants to see you before he leaves, but he's in a hurry. My dad's been calling incessantly telling her to come home."

"Why did you shop for so long? I thought...."

Radit stopped his words suddenly. He looks like a man who talks. Seeing her act like that, aroused Widya's curiosity. Poking her body closer, Widya observed her husband closely.

"I thought, what?"

"It's nothing. Forget it." Radit dodged looking into his eyes. "No need to think about it. I'm just. Never mind, it's not important."

"I'm important or not, it depends on me. Tell me!" urge Widya, pull up Radit's sleeves. "Your refusal to continue what you said just now, only makes me more and more curious to death."

"Forget it, honey. Most importantly, you are now home. You better take a shower before it's too late."

Not letting her husband get away with it, Widya pulled Radit who was about to stand up.

"I won't take a shower until you finish what you said to me."

"Why!"

"Roman!"

"You're so stubborn."

"Not as hard as your head."

They both face each other. For a few minutes no one would give up. Until finally, Radit spread his head on the back of the sofa while sighing in frustration as he looked at her.

"I'm tired of giving up on you."

"I'm also tired of constantly arguing with you."

Radit nodded at Widya. He was very unhappy with Widya's attitude, who always replied to her every word.

"Can't you just give up this time?"

Widya slid her head next to Radit. "Come on, my husband, tell me. Is it really that hard to tell me the continuation of 'I think' you just now?"

"I think I think you're such a bitch" Radit said, smiling mischievously at him.

"Roman!"

"Alright, alright. Don't glare at me that way. That's really bad-tempered."

"You can't be serious anyway" Widya scolded, blinking her lips.

"Okay, enough of that! Now listen carefully to what I want to say. Don't expect me to repeat it again."

Widya nodded enthusiastically.

"I heard there was a commotion here this afternoon. Is that true?"

Reminded of something that made her mood grim a while ago, Widya was unable to control the irritated expression on her face. She nodded her head, answering her husband's question.

"Are you okay? I heard...." Radit was once again unable to finish his speech. His gaze searched for something in his eyes, which Widya did not know what it was. "I'm sorry I wasn't with you at the time." Suddenly, Radit grabbed her into his arms. "If I had been there, you wouldn't have... Ii'm sorry. It's my fault I left you alone at home."

Radit's last words finally realized Widya, what the meaning of her husband's speech was. He was referring to when he cried! Damnit. I thought no one saw it. In addition to having a venomous mouth, it turns out that the neighbors here also have eagle eyes.

How Widya does not like to show her weak side to Radit. Taking a breath for a moment, Widya tried hard to hold back her tears, which once again almost spilled.

Slowly release Radit's embrace. "I'm doing fine. Continue your story!"

As if he could read his mind, Radit pretended to believe Widya's strong-witted attitude.

"Either, when I got your message I was a little worried," he continued, glancing cautiously at her. "I try to think positively, but over time... I started thinking, you decided to live with your parents in the city."

"Honestly, the thought was indeed terbesit in my mind," said Widya admitted. "But... Well, as you know, I'm not a typical person who runs away from trouble."

Radit looked at him skeptically.

"Keep aside my blur problem first, it's a different story."

"What did you say...."

Widya raised her hand quickly, smothering Radit's mouth before she finished her annoying sentence.

"I don't want to listen to that shitty phrase of yours anymore!"

Although his mouth was silenced, Radit still had other ways to make him even more upset. He smiled mockingly in his palm! Not enough to get there, his eyes also glinted mockingly when he looked at him.

"I'm tired. Our conversation is enough to get here. I don't want you to bring up the matter this afternoon again."

Standing up, Widya fell silent in place as Radit grabbed her hand. He tucked the fingers of both of them.

"Don't keep your pain alone, dear. There I am here. If it's too much for you, just tell me. No need to bother."

Touched by the remark, Widya refused to look at her husband. Because he knew, right now his face must look unnatural.

"Once your dreadlocks are. I'm gonna take a shower."

It took a lot of effort for Widya to deliver the sentence without sounding stuck. Fortunately, Radit did not say anything after listening to his reply just now. Maybe her husband knew, if Widya just wanted to be alone.

At the moment she just wants to cry alone in a room where there is no husband. Widya hated her whiny behavior today.