The Hate That Ends Marriage

Something You Don't Want to Disclose

Radit already knew this would be known by Widya someday, only he did not think that his wife had known it from last night. What he should do now, his conversation with Mr. Sugeng was too embarrassing for him to say with his own mouth.

If only Radit knew that Widya would be ambushed like this, he would have taken a shower first. This question, for some reason, makes his entire body itchy, like a swarm of ants who find a grain of sugar for them greedy.

Glancing to the right and to the left, even looking up at the sky of his house, Radit hoped that something could save him from the ambush of his wife who was now holding his cheek and forcing himself to look into his eyes. Their faces were so close that his wife lowered her head to keep their eyes level. His back was sore with this very awkward position.

Pulling his head away, Radit slowly removed Widya's hands from her face. He cleared his throat, suddenly it felt so dry, maybe he needed a drink. Trying to take a step out of the room, Widya's stretch of hands that stood right in her way stopped her steps.

Radit lowered back Widya's two arms that were stretched out to her sides. "I need a drink" Radit said briefly. Slowly he passed by his wife, who of course stopped his wife by pulling her hand to face him again.

Both of their eyes are locked. "I need the answer now, Radit. Don't give much reason," upset, throwing a piercing gaze like an arrow stuck to its target. "Actually what are you talking about to make you avoid this way. Do you know, I've stiffened my head so I can look you in the face. So, can you lower your head just a little so that my beautiful neck is not sprained?" his scolding was long, moving his hands to and fro showing his annoyance.

Walking towards the small table by his bedside, Radit opened his desk drawer then took a small bottle from there. He approached Widya who was standing waiting for him by the door tilting her head in wonder at what he was doing.

Pulling out a side of his hand, Radit placed the small bottle in his palm.

Clamping both fingers at the top of the bottle cap head, Widya shook the bottle. "What's this?" tanyanya's confused.

"Medicine is strong" replied Radit slowly.

"What?"

"Strong medicine. You know, that's what you do..." Pounding again, he continued his explanation, "stamina in...." He gestured towards the bed with a quick flick of his hand.

Blinking her eyes, Widya was seen still digesting her explanation in her head. "What's? Sta...." Turning his eyes away, he finally began to understand. The bottle was thrown in horror as if it had just held a bomb in its hand.

Luckily for the two of them, Radit had quick reflexes, so before the small bottle floated down to the floor, he caught it at an astonishing speed. He was so proud of himself.

"It's not my fault! It's your fault you kept a bottle of se-se...." Fanning her suddenly sultry self, Widya was unable to finish her speech.

"Se-se, what? I never meant to keep it."

"Then why is that bottle in your desk drawer, if you didn't mean to keep it?" Before Radit could answer, Widya answered her own question, "Ah-ha, I know! You mean to drink it, don't you?" he accused her, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

Jolted by the accusation, Radit shook his head in disbelief. "Don't be stupid! For a second I never thought about it."

"If your words are true, you should have thrown them away!" widya exclaimed, looking just as furious as herself.

"I'm not like you who can throw away someone's gift without feeling guilty."

Smiling with a sneer, Widya bowed her body while touching her chest. "I'm sorry for your abusive wife, my husband. For a moment your despicable wife forgot that you were very virtuous." Standing straight back, the mocking glint in his eyeballs rained down on Radit.

Clamping Widya's chin in both fingers, Radit stared at her furiously. "Don't make fun of me! I don't know what I'd do to you if my patience was up."

"Please, do whatever you want. I wanted to see what you were like when your patience ran out, "said defiantly, his gaze so firmly unshakable in the slightest with Radit's bluff. "Or maybe you'll slap me, then do it! I'm not scared."

Staring in disbelief as Widya's eyes closed waiting for a slap from her, she cursed inwardly. This defiant wife really overwhelmed him, he could not think Widya could consider herself so despicable like this. As bad as Widya's attitude to him, never terbesit even in his mind to hurt him, let alone hurt him physically.

There is one thing that will surely make his wife so haughty. Closing his lips to Widya's ears, he lowered his voice. "I'm not that low, My Little Wife. The only thing I want to do with you right now is one, which is to silence that spicy mouth of yours with my lips."

As he had expected, his defiant wife jolted backwards, her face met red to her ears. Taking a few steps back, he threw a dumbfounded look at Radit.

His confident attitude that was so arrogant had now been replaced with a vigilant attitude. Even he turned his face away, as if unable to look into Radit's eyes so bold as before. Now he will wait, what will come out of his wife's spicy mouth to avenge her shocking confession earlier.