The Hate That Ends Marriage

First Night

Leaning on the edge of the door, Radit noticed Widya who was busy running to and fro, throwing all her clothes from the closet onto the mattress, piling them together with her other items in the room. Apparently his little wife had already decided that the biggest room in this house would be hers. What a picture of the Princess governing her subordinates as she pleased.

"Well, now move all this!" his orders, shaking hands on all his belongings on the bed. "You can't think I'm going to sleep in one bed with you, right?" Widya raised next to her brows haughtily.

"That's right. But ... I never said, I don't want this room," Radit replied raising his arrogant eyebrows as well.

Scrambling her waist, Widya scowled. "Oh, so you want me to sleep in the guest room?" Point it out with a head motion in the room next door. "I don't want to! You're the one sleeping there," Widya said, raising her chin against Radit.

"This is the house my father gave me, so I have the right to arrange where you should sleep."

Sliding all Radit stuff on the mattress to fall to the floor, Widya immediately threw herself on the mattress.

"Try it if you can!" Widya spread her arms as wide as she could, indicating she would not move from there of her own accord, unless Radit forced her to.

Approaching Widya, Radit gave her a tired and irritated look from the bedside.

"This is what makes me not like to marry a child. Always acting childish to get what he wants."

"I'm not a child! I'm 21, you old man!" exclaim Widya angry.

With a quick movement Radit carried Widya on his shoulder, like a sack of rice.

"What are you doing!?" Rebellious Widya hit him with all her might on the back. "Take me off, you barbarians!" shouted Widya thrashing. Even he tried to pinch Radit's skin, which was useless because the skin was as hard as a rock by the muscles formed from his hard work during this time.

Opening the door of the next room, Radit quickly approached the bed and threw Widya on the bed, and stood looming looking at her with satisfaction.

Waving the hair covering her face, Widya threw a wrathful look.

"Basically you're a rude boy! How dare you throw me like that."

"You asked for it. Never again rule me like I was. I am now your husband!" bentak Radit's.

Giving a condescending look, Widya's lips pursed scorn. "You're just a husband on paper for me. Were it not for the horrendous events in that bookstore, I would never have married you. So don't ever dream of getting obedience from me."

"Here it is, I am tired of your stubbornness. We can talk about this tomorrow, now all I want is a break." Reversing his body, Radit stepped away leaving Widya who threw a pillow at his back.

"There's nothing we need to talk about anymore. I don't want this restroom, you selfish ass!" throw all the pillows on the bed.

Picking up all the pillows from the floor, Radit approached Widya full of threats, which made her retreat backwards until banging her back on the headboard.

Placing the pillow he threw on the mattress back, Radit gripped both shoulders softly, then pulled his body closer. His face was so close, it was as if Radit was about to kiss him.

At once Widya turned her head, seeing a sly smile plastered on Radit's face.

"You are a pervert!"

"What do you think, my Little Wife? I just said sleep together, nothing more. So, who's really here the pervert?" Radit looked at him with an innocent face.

Without having to look in the mirror, Widya could feel that her face was now definitely flushed red like a boiled crab. His tongue felt strange, not knowing what else to say. Suddenly he was at a loss for words.

It's so embarrassing, what am I thinking?

Satisfied with Widya's silence, the sense of victory that Radit felt made his mood improve again. Before leaving the room, he told Widya that all the items in her room could be taken tomorrow morning. Widya did not answer him at all. Perhaps his wife was too embarrassed to make the slightest sound.

Let's know how he feels.

^^

Staring blankly at the door of her room, Widya immediately regained her senses and ran to lock the door of her room. A little careless, she could be attacked by her own husband. Although they both hate each other, Radit is still a normal man. Imagining a beautiful woman next to his room who is now legal in the eyes of the law as his wife, he could have secretly come to this room again to demand his rights as a husband. He won't let that happen.

Not until a week did he know the barbarian man, so, there was no harm in being vigilant. Perhaps others will laugh at her behavior that refuses to obey or serve her husband. But, he did not care because for him this was just a wedding on paper, nothing more. After all, she could not imagine herself being touched so intimately by her barbarian husband. Just imagining that makes him sick.

Pulling down her blanket, Widya closed her eyes against the urge to cry. It was better for him to sleep than to keep thinking about his miserable fate.

^^

Removing his ears from the room door of his dissident wife, Radit looked in disbelief as he heard a clicking sound from within. His defiant wife just locked the door to his room. Very amusing. He thought Radit was a beast that would pounce on him in the middle of the night.

Although they are now a married couple, Radit is not interested in devouring it or just sleeping with him. His wife's self-confidence really made Radit feel humiliated. Is that how low Widya looks at herself?

Walking into the room he had fought over with his wife, he noticed that his bedroom was a mess after it was torn apart by his defiant wife who may have fallen asleep in his room. What he wanted right now was a break, instead of clearing up all this mess.

Kicking resentfully at his stuff on the floor, he behaved indifferently to the mess. Just let his wife clean up all this mess tomorrow. After all this was all his deeds, so his wife also had to clean it up. Let his wife know, if she can't behave anymore. His wife must be reminded, if she no longer lives with parents who always spoil her, but a husband who can not tolerate such attitude, as he pleases, who likes to mess up everything that does not make him happy.

Actually he also felt a bit guilty treating Widya harshly earlier— when throwing her out of the room—but, he will not apologize because his defiant wife who started a fight with him. Moreover, at first Radit did not mind where he had to sleep in the room, but saw his wife throw rough all her stuff like pests make him ride black. Hence, he became childish, refusing to give up on who should move out of this room.

Not until the day they married, he had become unstable like his wife. Maybe after a week he will go crazy to face his wife's childish behavior. What he had done in the past so he had to marry the abusive woman.

This endless thought only gave Radit a headache. Pulling the blanket up to his head, Radit tried to sleep to calm his nerves. Hopefully tomorrow he can face his wife with a cold head, without having to behave like today. Yeah, I hope so. He is not completely sure.