The Hate That Ends Marriage

What's The matter?

For the past few days, Widya has only spent her time inside the house or going to the book house, in order to fill her free time. Despite getting scornful gazes from some people, he did not care about it at all.

Widya has decided she will do what she wants, not what people want from her. Widya knew some people would want her to hide in her house, like a criminal hiding from many people.

Ha! Let them see, he does not care at all how they behave and how they look at him. No matter how ill she was treated this badly, Widya remained firm in her stance. He will never be daunted by the bad treatment of the people in this village.

However, there is something that makes him a bit uncomfortable, namely Radit. These few days Widya saw fatigue in her husband's eyes. Although Radit covered his weariness from her by acting as usual - as if nothing had changed in their surroundings - he could not cover his gloomy aura from Widya.

Widya knew the cause of Radit's fatigue was because she was so busy looking for the mastermind behind the bad gossip that hit her. What a futile search. No matter how much Radit wanted and tried to find the slander, he would never find it.

Nothing will change if he finds it. Everyone in this village had long since decided to hate him. The gossip this time is just their reason for fixing their spiteful and hateful feelings for Widya. When did her husband realize that? He had too high hopes for the villagers.

"I thought you were going to be here" said a soft voice resuscitating Widya from her daydream.

Looking towards the source of the voice, Widya suddenly ran over to someone who was standing with a bright smile at her in the doorway. He immediately hugged her while squealing with excitement at this friend who was so missed.

"Why did you go so long? Don't you know how lonely I'm here without you" Widya lamented, grumbling with annoyance at Mila.

"I don't know if my whereabouts are more important than Radit's," the god, smiled mischievously. "Lagj still has Ririn as a friend sharing your story."

"Of course you're not worth it. You guys have different levels," Widya replied teasing her friend. "As for that snot boy, don't remind me of him. Just remembering it pisses me off."

"Why could that be? Did he make you angry again?"

"Still mending she makes me angry again rather than acting as annoying as now" Widya replied, recalling Ririn's recent behavior. "Imagine, whenever he accidentally ran into me, he would run around, as if I wanted to swallow him alive."

Mila laughing. "I can imagine."

"This is not something you should laugh at!"

"Of course I should laugh. You don't know how scared that chatty brat is of you, ever since you were cold to him a while ago."

"Geez, Mil, that's an old story. At the time, I was just sulking at him. He also used the show to defend the cunning fox," Widya reproached, pursing her lips. "Well, honestly, I also regretted my cold attitude back then to her anyway. But whatever the power, I've already done it."

"Look down, there I am. I'll force him to meet you with me."

They both laughed together when imagining Ririn's reaction when later invited Mila to meet him. It would definitely be very funny, if that timid brat suddenly turned deathly pale and fainted upon seeing it.

"Stop talking about my problem. Now tell me, how the story of your trip in the city with your sister," Widya pinta, so enthusiastic to listen to her friend's story. "Past be there so much fun that it keeps you stuck there for so long."

"We better talk about it in your house. It seems, today alone will never be enough to tell me everything that happened to me while there." Mila sighed while looking far behind Widya. "When I was there I thought a lot of things. That's what kept me there long."

Can't wait to hear the full story, Widya quickly invited Mila to her house. After closing the book house, the two of them walked together towards his house. During the trip to his house, there were some bad things that happened to him.

The thing that hinders it is the gaze and behavior that some people show towards it. It was not the gaze he had gotten a while ago while leaving his house. Widya still remembers so clearly, but only a few hours ago when she went to the book house, everyone she met still looked at her so cynically.

But this time it was different. Different not in good terms. They instead looked at him from the opposite before, but their gazes this time were so strange, hard to guess.

Whenever Widya accidentally met someone, they would quickly take their eyes off her. They would throw their faces away from him and leave in a hurry. What's up with them? Are the citizens here now changing their tactics? Instead of bluntly showing their hatred towards him, they this time chose to ignore him.

It's better to get sincerity than to be treated like this. If their goal makes Widya feel even more hurt, then they have succeeded. Suddenly his head felt so dizzy.

Widya did not answer Mila's question, she just dragged Mila to walk faster with her to her house, her shelter from everyone here.

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Like these past few days, Radit was preparing to return home. Lately, he has always been quick to go home. This is because he is so worried about leaving Widya too long alone at home.

Until things get better, Radit will keep doing this. The events of the past few days would be the last thing he would let these villagers treat his wife as cruel as that. In fact, it felt difficult for him to maintain his friendly attitude towards all those ruthless people.

It was funny to see their opposite attitude towards her. Their shameless attitude really infuriated him. What they hope Radit will be happy with their friendly attitude, after they treat Widya so rude.

Radit doesn't know what the people here think of him. Why is it so hard for them to accept Widya as one of the residents in this village. Only because of one mistake did they incite hatred everywhere.

How foolish Radit thought that all the inhabitants here were pleasant and friendly people.

Her heart was so heartbroken that Widya was deeply hurt by the treatment everyone here had for her. Although he tried hard to cover up his heartache from Radit, he still could not fool Radit from the sadness that seemed in his eyes.

If only Widya would share her burden with Radit, she would do anything to ease his wife's burden. Unfortunately, his wife prefers to keep her own grief rather than share it with Radit.

Leaving aside her sadness was useless, Widya will dodge hard admit if she is very hurt. Very typical of strong women. I want Radit to shake his tiny body to wake him up.

"Dit, Dit, Radit!" call Deni, run up to him with a sigh.

"What's wrong with you? Why are you so bored?" tanyanya. "Is someone chasing you?"

"You must listen carefully to what...." Deni took a breath, then resumed, "what am I trying to convey. This is big news!"

"Great news?"

"I'm sure you'll be very surprised to hear that."

"If it's not related to my wife's problem, I don't think I'd be surprised at all" Radit said. "There's nothing I want more than to finish all the gossip that hit my wife."

"Don't be too sure yet."

"Then, tell me. Let me see how shocking this news is to me."

Radit waited patiently as Deni held his breath for a moment, sebeium said his words.

"I heard, my God, it still seems to surprise me. Prepare yourself!" pinta Deni, being too dramatic according to Radit. "Glick finally showed himself!"

What is surprising. "That's all? That's not shocking news to me" Radit said, walking away from his friend. "See you tomorrow, buddy."

"I'm not done yet" Deni protested, stopping his move. "After a few days of disappearing, he decided to leave this village. Look how shocking this is! Gilang appeared only to announce, he was going to leave this village!"

Radit admitted, this news surprised him. What was it that his former friend thought of him to take such dramatic action? Did he think that escaping from here would solve the problem between the two of them.

This cannot be allowed, he must meet Gilang right now. Radit needs an explanation for this sudden decision.