The Hate That Ends Marriage

Always Ends The Same

This time Widya is sure that the food supply will certainly reach directly in the hands of Radit. For the first time she brought lunch for her husband, she found Radit was with another woman. However, it is unlikely that this event will happen again. Now this is no longer a bully who will disturb the relationship of the two of them.

Lifting the bushel she carried in front of her face, Widya smiled smelling the delicious aroma coming from her cooking. Radit will definitely be addicted when tasting this cuisine. And he would also be very happy with his unexpected appearance to the farm. Just thinking about it already made Widya so happy.

Widya hummed while carrying her abstinence carefully so as not to fall. Even though the weather outside was very hot, he kept a big smile. Nothing could bother him today.

On his way, Widya sees a girl playing alone at the end of the road. The little boy ran to and fro, like there was something he was chasing. The little boy's hand flailed upwards, as if he wanted to catch something.

Squeezing her eyes, Widya finally knew what the little boy was doing. He was chasing a butterfly. It seemed like the butterfly had attracted her interest so she did not pay attention to her surroundings. Even the little boy had tripped over a small rock as he was about to catch the butterfly.

Fortunately, the little boy immediately got up and went back to chasing the butterflies regardless of the scratches on his knees. And, almost Widya had run to help her stand up. Moreover, he thought the little boy would cry when he fell earlier. But the boy seemed to care nothing but the butterfly he was chasing.

When Widya was about to approach the little boy, she was suddenly surprised by the appearance of a motorbike, not far from them, he was driving so wildly towards the little boy who was still standing in the middle of the road. There was the sound of screaming people calling out the name of the little boy.

Unfortunately, it was useless, the little boy remained busy with the butterflies he was watching. Realizing that only he could save the little boy from danger, Widya immediately threw the bushel she was carrying, then ran up to the little boy before the speeding motorcycle hit him.

Everything happened so fast, rather than seeing, Widya felt it more. He had no idea what had happened to him and the little boy. He hears the screams of those around him. And for some reason, his whole body felt numb.

Opening her eyes slowly, Widya saw that many people were looking at her with worried looks. Am I going to die? No, no, no! At least before I die, I have to see Radit's face first. I don't want to die in this shitty state of society this is the last person I've seen.

This is the result of the act of supporting people, now he even ends up lying helpless like this. Then slowly, Widya felt her vision begin to darken. The sounds around him began to fade.

The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was his cooking being splattered out of his chains. How lyrical. Not knowing why, every time he intended to deliver lunch to Radit, his challenge always ended up on the ground.

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"What's that, Dit?" ask Mila, pointing forward.

Following the direction of Mila's gaze, Radit looked curiously at the crowd that looked so frenzied before him. Judging from the situation, it seemed like there was an accident there. That he concluded when he saw a motorbike and its rider lying not far from the crowd.

"It looks like there's an accident going on. Just look at the rider, he looks good when he is about to stand up," concluded Mila, thinking the same thing as him. "Not to mention the reaction of the people there. They looked extremely furious when they forced the man to stand firm."

"Seeing from his condition, it looks like the man is in a state of drunkenness," Radit said, observing the rider was really difficult to stand firm. "I hope there are no casualties because of his reckless behavior."

"I hope so, too, but...." Mila glanced worriedly at him. "Seeing from the crowd that was gathering there, there seemed to be casualties due to the drunkard's levity."

"May we be wrong. Let's go over there," he asked, galloping quickly towards the crowd.

Radit was completely confused by his sudden heartbeat beating fast in his chest. He shouldn't have overreacted like this. This accident has nothing to do with him. But strangely, he was so frightened as they got closer to the scene of the accident.

Her fear grew when she found the pitiful gazes that people were looking at her. Impossible, impossible the victim of this accident one of his family. Or worse - Radit did not want to imagine - the victim was Widya, his wife.

In his memory, Radit still clearly remembered the accident that had happened to Ririn and Widya. But fortunately, at that time the two of them did not suffer severe injuries due to the accident Even so, he remembered it only made Radit scared.

Finally the time came for Radit to burst into the crowd. Rather than being said to call in, you could say he was given space by the crowd, as if he was supposed to be there.

In fact, his fear proved to be true. In front of him, Widya was lying weakly on the lap of a middle-aged woman in a state of unconsciousness. Rebuckling alone, Radit crouched down and grabbed Widya in his arms.

"Widya, Widya, honey, please wake up!" his message, begging for despair. "Don't scare me like this. Please realize. Widya!"

Radit doesn't know what caused Widya to go unconscious like this. On his body, he did not get any injuries. Did a hard object hit his head? Maybe Widya has suffered internal injuries. Because usually the internal wound is more severe than the external wound.

Feeling increasingly desperate because he did not get any response from Widya, he intended to carry his wife and bring her to their home. That's when Radit heard the drunk driver screaming to blame Widya for the accident.

"I'm not wrong about anything! One of the j*lang jumped in the middle of the road. He's the one looking for death! Already knew there was a motorbike going through and jumped in front of me."

Then Radit could no longer hear the drunk. His voice was drowned by the sound of some people dragging him away from there. Not wanting to let go of the drunk just like that, Radit called Mila, he asked his friend for help to bring Widya to his house. Then he stood up and walked quickly to the drunk.

"Say that one more time, then you will find yourself buried in the ground." Radit shook the drunkard's staggering body. "Obviously you've done something wrong, you've said that to my wife."

Blinded by his anger, Radit rampaged and thrashed as some people finally managed to get away from the drunkard. He wasn't satisfied beating that fucking drunk.

"Roman!" a familiar voice in his ears.

Looking quickly at the source of the voice, Radit looked on in disbelief at what he saw. Widya was standing on Mila's back. He threw an annoyed look at her. Then he slowly released himself from Mila's support, then walked up to her.

"What do you think you're doing? Why is it that in broad daylight you roar like a starving lion?" namel Widya, shuffle waist. "You're really embarrassing me!"

Walking closer to his wife, Radit examined his entire body. He had to make sure that Widya was okay.

Frowning, Widya brushed off Radit's hand that was checking her. "What are you doing?"

"You're really okay? Don't you feel any pain anywhere?"

"I'm doing fine. Fortunately so."

"Are you sure? Maybe you feel something here?" Radit touched Widya's head. "Try to remember carefully, did you have a bump here?"

Widya brushed her hand again. "How many times should I say, I'm fine. Right here, you don't look okay. Your screams were so loud." Looking at her from top to bottom, Widya observed her so closely. "What happened to you to yell like that?"

"What if it wasn't for you" he replied. "You forgot that some time ago you were unconscious. That was you really freaking me out!"

Instead of listening to the answer carefully, Widya turned her attention to the drunk who had been slapped. His wife's eyes were staring at the unconscious drunk.

Widya pointed her index finger at the drunk. "What is this Catfish doing here?"

"You why are you suddenly talking slurred anyway? Is it possible that the accident has made you confused like this," he said, hooking Widya's hand on his arm. "We'd better go home. You need to rest."

Radit deliberately drags Widya with him. His wife seemed to still want to be in this place. Seen from his unwillingness to walk beside him.

"I told you I'm fine" Widya said, looking up at him. "You completely forgot, huh, Dit? He's the guy who used to tease me. That's the one that used to slap me."

"You mean what happened when we weren't married?" tanyanya, began to remember the incident when she and Widya had a fight first. "You're right too, it's him."

"It turns out that in addition to being rude to women, he is also a heavy drunk."

"Don't think of those useless humans anymore. We need to go to the hospital to check on you. I'm afraid you've got deep wounds."

"Not to overdo it, I'm fine" Widya protested, confirming her body position. "Look, I can still walk without feeling the slightest stagger. It proves that I'm very healthy."

"Don't forget you fainted. That alone has proven that you need to be taken to the hospital to check on your condition," he reminded.

"I? Fainted? Oh my, Dit, that's impossible!" elak Widya, laughs belittlingly. "My whole life, I've never experienced anything called fainting."

"Then, explain to me, what was your unconscious called other than fainting?"

"Hmmm...." Widya thought for a moment, "Sleep, maybe?"

After the frightening events she endured - moments of fear of losing Widya from her life - Radit finally finds the cuteness of this incident.

"Of all the reasons, are you saying you were asleep? That's ridiculous" he laughed. "What's your silly excuse better than admitting you were passed out? What a misplaced self-esteem."

Unable to refute the taunts, Widya could only pluck her lips while removing her hand from Radit's arm, and quickly walked away from her. How happy Radit is to see his grumpy wife back.