The Hate That Ends Marriage

Day H

Guests come and turn to congratulate the two brides who have officially become a husband and wife. Because the wedding was in a hurry, only the immediate family was invited. However, despite this sudden wedding, a lot of guests came. Of course, most of those people were filled with the citizens of Manju Village.

Widya's eyelids suddenly closed because they were too sleepy. As a result of Widya's lack of sleep last night, she was too anxious to think about her wedding day. Especially since the morning she has been woken up to make up makeup artist who hired her mother from the city.

During the marriage contract process, her mother could not help but feel the sadness of letting go of her only daughter. And now she's standing at the bar with her husband. Her husband's. It felt like the word was still too foreign on Widya's tongue.

As usual, Radit put a fake smile on his face. However, he could not criticize him because he also did the same. He did not want to humiliate his parents by being childish, like scowling at everyone present congratulating him for showing his displeasure about this marriage. Among the crowd of guests, Widya could see her mother who had cried a lot now was laughing with her old friends.

"I haven't seen your friend before" said Radit next to him in a soft voice.

"For whatever reason to invite my friend to this unwanted wedding," Widya replied, gritting her teeth.

"Say you don't have any friends" ledek Radit.

"Of course I have!" argue Widya fast.

"What did you say. As long as it makes you happy, my Little Wife," whispered Radit in her ear.

Glaring angrily, Widya whispered back, "Are you asking me to fight, My High Husband?"

"If you think of it that way." Radit shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

Unexpectedly, Widya replied to Radit by pretending to fall next to him to step on his shoes with all her might.

"God! What the hell am I doing? I'm sorry, My husband. I was a little dizzy." Widya stared guiltily with an innocent face.

Basic shortsighted.

Radit endured the pain in his left leg while helping Widya sit up. "It's okay, My wife. Looks like you need a break." As all eyes no longer pointed at them, Radit glared angrily at him. "I know you did it on purpose."

"It's good that you're aware. You do deserve it" Widya said, smiling slyly.

Yes, he did deserve it because he had teased this rude woman. Radit did just that to ease the tension in his neck. He needs something to relax him. It felt like his mouth was about to tear from too many fake smiles.

Marriage based on this compulsion is really stressful. So, he deliberately provoked Widya's anger. Not knowing why, his angry reaction always comforted Radit. He was comforted, and the tension in his neck was gone. However, his pain has now turned to his left foot due to being stepped on by heels worn by his petite wife who is sneaky.

"Don't fall asleep. The show's not over yet." Radit's warning awakened Widya from her drowsiness. Blinking his eyes, forced his eyes open as wide as possible. "Don't glare either. You look like you want to kill someone."

"Whispering. Can't you just shut up, Lord is Right?" ketus Widya's.

"Well, I'll shut up, My Great Little Wife."

Momentary silence.

"Do you see Mila? I haven't seen him since yesterday." Widya circulated a look for Mila's whereabouts. "Did you hear me?"

Astonished not to get a response, Widya turned her head to Radit who gave a sign that her mouth was locked tightly. Widya too much turned her hand, like opening a lock in front of Radit's mouth.

"I was expecting it. Maybe he's upset with me right now or he's locked himself in a room."

"Why do you think that?"

"A fool like you doesn't need to know" Widya mocked.

"What did you say?"

Their conversation was cut short when a guest came to congratulate them. They both stood back up to welcome Widya's father's employees who came from the city. Both of them forgot their conversation.

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Susi knocks on Mila's bedroom door, intending to take her to Radit's wedding. As expected, Mila refused to come. Since Radit's marriage was announced, Mila locked herself in a room. Refuse visits from anyone.

Observing her son's actions, Susi can guess that her son still harbors feelings for Radit. For her son's sake, she lied to the others, if Mila was not feeling well. He doesn't want people out there gossiping about his son's heartbreak. It was enough that her son had suffered from harboring her feelings all this time. Ms. Susi did not want to add to her grief by making it a gossip material.

Silence was what Mila wanted right now. He doesn't want to be disturbed by anyone. His heart was so sick when he first heard the news of the marriage of the man he had loved so far to marry his friend, Widya. He knew there was no point in being sad like this. One day Radit will belong to someone else.

Even so, his heart is still not ready to let go of his love for 10 years. Of course, he had to let love clap this side of his hand. If this feeling has not disappeared, he will not be able to meet his two happy friends.

Perhaps the only way out for her, Mila just has to fall in love with another man. Unfortunately, he is not the kind of person who falls in love easily. How depressing. Mila again buried her face in the pillow, venting all the sadness she felt.

***

It was already dusk when one by one the guests returned to his house. Widya is currently in Radit's room to change clothes. They prepare to go to the house that Radit's father has prepared for them both to live in. Radit was still waiting for him outside the bathroom. He knocks impatiently, telling Widya, if their parents have been waiting out there for a long time.

"You're so noisy" Widya scolded as she opened the bathroom door and found Radit leaning against the wall next to the door.

"Change clothes for a long time. Come on!" Radit gave his arm to hold.

"I'm really tired of acting all day. My acting is indeed worthy of an Oscar award," said Widya, holding Radit's arm so friendly.

"At least this is what you can do to keep your parents from worrying. Which parent, who would be happy to see his child look sad when married."

"I knew. No need to tell me what I should or shouldn't do."

"Now you're my wife, so it's my responsibility to counsel your behavior."

"What a shitty husband's character."

"That sucks is you, you stubborn bastard," Radit's reinforcements exasperated.

Arriving at the courtyard of the house, the two of them approached their families who were waiting near the black sedan decorated with various types of flowers. Sungh. Both of their homes are only two minutes away from their grandmother's house.