The Hate That Ends Marriage

Gossip Target

Accustomed to waking up early, Radit got out of his bed getting ready to take a shower and go to work. However, after taking a shower and preparing to go to work, the neighbors he saw from behind the window curtain made him not go. If she leaves, maybe the moms out there will ask about their first night giggling.

He was too familiar with everyone in this village to know their gossiping habits. Plus last night he had a big fight with his wife, of course the gossipers heard the screams of the two of them. The walls of the houses in this village are so thin.

Sitting on the living room couch, Radit cupped his hands over his eyes. How foolish. Because he was too carried away by emotions last night, he forgot that their quarrel would be heard by the neighbors who thirsted for gossip.

Even more upset, his defiant wife was still asleep in his room without realizing the consequences of his childish nature now they were hit by gossip. Again. Maybe throughout his life he will always be hit by rumors caused by the actions of his angry wife.

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The knock on the door in her room woke Widya from her sleep. Glancing at the alarm clock on his bedside table, he scowled annoyed when he saw it was still at 05.10 WIB. What did her barbarian husband do wake her up this early. Taking the pillow beside her, Widya covered her head with the pillow and ignored the knock on the door. Whatever, he didn't want to care, he was still very sleepy.

Like a ghost, Radit was suddenly on the edge of his bed shaking his blanket and throwing a pillow that covered his head. Too surprised by his appearance, Widya reflexively screams in fear. In an instant his mouth smothered Radit, who put his index finger on his lips asking him to be quiet. Refusing to be silent, he bit the hand that smothered his mouth with all his might.

Pulling his hand, Radit screamed in pain.

"Are you crazy!"

Rubbing her mouth with the tip of her sleeve, Widya stared cynically. "That crazy is you! What are you doing in my room so early? How did you get in, I bet last night it locked."

"In the drawer of the table beside the door there is a spare key to all the doors in this house."

"So you used that spare key to attack me?" hardik Widya's.

"Attacking what? I was just trying to wake you up" Radit said.

"You're smothering my mouth!"

"I just told you to shut up! Your screams can be heard by neighbors. Can you just calm down for a second?"

"If that's your intention, you better get out. I never intended to get up this early" Widya threw away and took her blanket back and laid her body on the bed again.

"There's something important we need to talk about right now. If you refuse, then I'll just talk here."

Throwing her blanket on the floor, Widya got up straight from her bed. "Alright, alright. I need a shower to refresh myself. So, my husband, can you wait for me in the living room?" Her sweet smile asked Radit to leave his room.

"Don't be long," Radit pinta as he passes by.

"You think I'm you, huh!"

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Waiting impatiently in the living room, Radit paced back and forth while glancing at the direction of the wall clock. His wife took a long shower. He had been waiting for her for almost an hour, but there had been no sign of her arrival.

Stopping himself from pacing back and forth, Radit prepared to come to his wife again. Hearing the sound of footsteps approaching made him freeze, then he quickly sat down on the sofa.

"You're so noisy. I could hear the sound of your footsteps pacing from the room" Widya scolded.

Gently Widya sat as far away from him as possible.

"I'm the one who likes bus buses and keeps it sorted out. Women like me need a lot of time to bathe and dress up, as long as you know," Widya said. "Well, now tell me, what do you want to talk about? I hope this conversation is worth the rough way you woke me up this morning."

Waving the window curtain slightly, Radit showed Widya the crowd of neighbors who were standing in front of their house whispering. What's going on, why are there so many mothers out there? widya thought astonished. Seeing the look on their faces whispering to each other, he could guess. The curious neighbors were gossiping. Oh, geez! They have no other job, other than gossiping about people's lives.

Looking back at Radit, Widya asked, "What are they gossiping about this time?" His body felt trembling withstanding the emotions that were now starting to stir within him.

"Have you forgotten your boisterous scream last night must have been heard by them. Not to mention the scream you yelled a few hours ago when I woke you up. They must be now gossiping about the unharmonious newlyweds," Radit replied exhaling a long breath, feeling tired of facing everything. "What if our parents hear this? They will be ashamed. It's all because of you!"

"Why am I to blame. If you don't carry me like a sack of rice, I won't scream. And about the same morning, you surprised me!"

"I wouldn't have done that if you hadn't ignited my emotions with your childish behavior!" radit countered, his eyes radiating a glint of annoyance. "Talking about last night, you better clean up all the mess you've made."

"Sok your adult once. As if you weren't childish," Widya sneered. Rising from his sitting position, he saluted Radit in an exaggerated pose, like a servant saluting his master. "Then, your wife please step down first, My Royal Husband."

"Where are you going?"

"Cleaning up all the mess you mentioned earlier." Waving her long black hair, Widya walked so elegantly into her room.

Leaning himself on the sofa, Radit did not know what to do now to fill his free time. Then he remembered this morning he had not had breakfast at all. Rising from his seat, he went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the two of them. His beautiful wife was definitely unable to cook, so it was useless to expect him to prepare food for the two of them.

Opening the refrigerator in search of foodstuffs that could be cooked, he only found that it had nothing that could be cooked by him. Inside was only a drink bottle. It seemed like he had to go to the market with his wife to fill up their groceries.

Closing the refrigerator door back, he searched into the kitchen cabinet drawer hoping to find something. Fortunately, there he got a packet of fresh bread and various other types of snacks that can be eaten. Maybe Widya's mother has bought all these snacks for her beloved son, who is now busy cleaning up the mess in his room.

Not long after, Widya sat across the table to eat the bread she was eating.

"I've put all your stuff back in its place. So, can I eat now, my husband?" ask him in a mocking tone.

"Of course, my Tiny Wife."

"Stop calling me that!" A strong bite in his bread indicates his wife is very angry.

"Why not? Didn't you say you'd rather be called petite than short?"

"Hearing you call me that, it sounds really insulting."

"Then what should I call you? The darling? My Beautiful Wife? My Soulmate? My liver?"

"Clearly, as long as it doesn't contain any contempt in it."

"It's funny. Didn't you also call me with a contemptuous tone?"

Widya just shrugged her shoulders unconcerned.

Their conversation ended there. They both have a very bad mood to continue discussing nicknames with each other. Continuing that conversation would only make them clash with each other's mouths that would be endless.