The Hate That Ends Marriage

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Touching her hand in front of her heart, Widya felt her heartbeat beating so fast. "You surprised me!" he was upset, trying to get up, his trembling legs unable to support his body

Not wanting anyone to see them, Radit immediately helped his wife stand up. Wrapping his hands around his wife's shoulders, he took her into the house. He could feel that his wife was still so shocked by his appearance earlier. Ridiculous, indeed his figure was so terrible that it made him fall limp, like withered leaves falling from his branches.

After entering the house, Widya released her arms. Then slowly sitting on the living room sofa calmed himself down.

"How do you get in?"

"I brought a spare key. You alone, where did you just come home at this hour?" radit asked, crossing his arms in front of his chest, waiting for Widya to answer.

"I went to my grandmother's house for lunch. Without realizing it, it was getting dark outside. We were too busy chatting until we forgot the time" Widya explained, crossing her legs, she pursed her nose to see Radit's appearance. "You yourself why did you just come home? Didn't you say you were going home in the afternoon?"

A glint of surprise appeared in Radit's eyeball. "No need to be surprised how I know. I can guess it from the smell of your body that hasn't been bathing it. There's no way you haven't had a shower at this hour. Especially if you've been home since, you've certainly been looking for me."

"It's true that I just got home, and I was just about to find you. But, I didn't leave when I heard you tried to open the door."

"Next time don't surprise me by appearing suddenly like that! I almost had a heart attack by you. Thank goodness I didn't scream, otherwise we'd be the spectacle of the neighbors."

Squeezing his eyes at Widya, Radit's tone of voice was so furious. "Like your act this afternoon to humiliate me in front of everyone."

A sly smile curled at Widya's lips. "That's a reply because you've rejected my request. So, we're even." Rising from her seat, Widya stands before Radit. "It's enough here to talk about my revenge. Now are we going to continue our work this afternoon or should we take a shower first?"

"Do you want us to take a bath together, my wife?" whispered Radit in his wife's ear.

Taking a step back, his wife's face flushed just like last night when he teased her.

"That's not what I mean! Don't be so stupid."

"No need to be so angry, I'm just kidding."

"Your jokes aren't funny" Widya replied exasperatedly.

Walking past him, his wife galloped into his room like one being chased by a demon. It was fun flirting with his shy wife.

Approaching Widya who was taking a position to lift the dressing table,

Radit replied in an exasperated tone, "No need to shout, your angry voice will only be the lips of the neighbors."

His rebuke was only avenged by the sour look on Widya's face. Walking backwards while hauling the dresser out the door, his wife's question so suddenly startled him that it made him drop the side of the dressing table he lifted.

"You can ruin my dresser!" widya exclaimed in wrath, checking the side of the dressing table she accidentally slammed into the floor.

"What did you ask?" Radit deliberately asked again, thinking it was possible that he had misheard Widya's question.

"I was just asking, what were you talking about with Mr Sugeng last night? I know you're talking about me."

Raising back the side he accidentally slammed earlier, Radit ignored Widya's question.

"We need to get this over with, my body's itching for not having a bath."

Standing still in his place, Widya did not want to move to lift the other side.

"Why are you quiet, help me!"

"You haven't answered my question yet" Widya said, tapping her right foot on the floor impatiently. "I'm still waiting."

Removing her handle from the dresser, Radit ruffled her hair in frustration. "It's none of your business."

"Of course it's my business. You two are talking about me!"

"We're not talking about you, it's just your feelings" Radit said, avoiding looking into Widya's eyes.

"Liar." Cupping Radit's two cheeks facing him, Widya looked at him sharply. "Tell me what you're talking about!"

This is the first time Radit misbehaved when he came face to face with Widya. His conversation with Mr. Sugeng last night was not that easy he could convey to his wife without feeling embarrassed. However, Widya could not just let go of this topic of conversation.