The Hate That Ends Marriage

The Temptation That Doesn't Exist

Calming her beating heart so fast, Widya slowly took a deep breath. Damn, how dare the husband annoy him it makes himself run out of words like this. Glancing silently at Radit, he could see the slash on his bawdy lips. Of all the things he thought about, he never thought that his talk just now would be answered like that.

For a moment she suspected her barbarian husband would do the same thing as last night - carry her to her room and yell at her - or even ignore her words. And as for her insinuation regarding the punishment Radit would give her, Widya knew, in the depths of her heart if Radit would never do such a cruel thing to her.

He purposely said it just to make her angry and see what kind of reaction he would show this time. But, never thought of by her, it was precisely such perverted talk that would come out of her husband's mouth. If Radit deliberately said that sentence so that Widya felt embarrassed and silent, then he had succeeded.

This really hurt Widya's self-esteem. Why should he behave so shy just because of a few words such a joke. After all they were now married, so, there was no point in acting like such a fool. Being timid like a shy-touched princess flower instantly withered-will only make Radit feel above the clouds. Surely he would always use this way to attack his weaknesses.

Can't be allowed!

Walking closer to her husband, Widya closed the distance between them. "You think I'm just gonna believe what you just said?" Grunting, he raised his chin haughtily. "I know, you said that just to embarrass me."

Subjecting his head, Radit's lips were only a few inches away from his. "Does that mean you asked me to kiss you, my dear wife?"

Without Widya wanting her eyes and lips to tremble at that remark. Shit, shit, shit. "I know, you're just bluffing. Ah, never mind, I'm tired of continuing this shitty debate," Widya said, pretending to be calm while retreating to keep her distance.

Taking a small bottle out of Radit's hand, she put it in the drawer on her dresser. "This bottle let me keep it. We never know, maybe someday you'll suddenly be tempted to drink it and attack me in the middle of the night."

A triumphant smile curled at Radit's lips. "I guarantee it will never happen." In an instant his smile disappeared replaced with a wry look plastered on his face. "If you're so scared, you can hold your spare room key so I can't go in your room anymore. Well, even if it's impossible to happen."

"Good idea. Now let's continue our work. It's getting late, and I need a shower, too."

The two of them also returned to transport Widya's dressing table into her room and improved each other in their respective rooms. Before long, Radit came to him to tell Widya if she wanted to take a shower first because they only had one bathroom in the house. Widya nodded approvingly and went back to continue compiling her things.

So many things to do. Exhaling an irritated breath, Widya folded her clothes carelessly and stuffed them carelessly into the closet. Tomorrow he tidied up the folds of his clothes, today he is too tired to finish the stacking process of putting all the items in place.

Expecting Ririn to accompany her daily life is also free. Because the chatty boy is currently busy facing his school exam period. Then there is only one person left, none other than, of course, his grandmother who is always there for him. However, Widya who is now is not like her old self.

Widya now has her own family. If he always wandered around his grandmother there would be rumors that said he had forgotten his duties as a wife. Of course it is not good to be constantly with his grandmother to spend this much free time.

Too preoccupied with the contents of her mind wandering from one person to another, Widya is unaware when Radit has finished bathing and calls her from the doorstep.

"Oh, God!" she was shocked, closing her eyes with both hands so as not to see her husband who was currently bare-chested standing in the doorway of the room so valiant. A towel was seen circling her hips. "Can't you get dressed before you come here!"

"Look easy, My wife. Remember, we are married, of course, it is not a big problem to look this open in front of you," he said casually. He could hear there was an amused tone in the voice of his barbarian husband.

"Go there! I've never been interested in seeing that ugly body of yours."

The only answer he got was the sound of the ruckus of Radit. It seemed, this husband was so enjoying flirting with this extremely shy of her.

Damn her!

Rising from her kneeling position on the floor, Widya prepared to take a shower. Just as she was about to walk into the bathroom, the sound of her husband's roar when calling her name rang out from inside her room. Jesus, what else is*i*ni? thought fed up. Should Radit scream like a demon possessed man like that. Didn't the pretentious husband ever tell him never to scream so that no neighbors could be heard outside. Then what was that he had just heard from the room, if not the sound of shouting?

Reversing her body, Widya walked over to Radit who was rampaging in his room.

"What's more, your roar just now might have roused the entire population of this village," Widya said annoyedly.

"What's this?" Following the direction of her husband's index finger, Widya stared in horror at what she saw.