The Hate That Ends Marriage

Guilt

Judging from the look on Widya's face, Radit felt that his wife's smooth white face was getting pale as her gaze followed the direction of her index finger. His eyes moved alertly as he ventured to look into his eyes. Even Widya's lips look shaky as she tries to find a reasonable explanation so as not to make her even more angry.

"I can explain," Widya replied nervously, wringing her hands agitatedly.

"All this is very clear" he said coldly.

This was the first time Radit had seen Widya this big while dealing with her. If only Widya was a weak woman, maybe now she will immediately faint in the face of Radit's rampage. However, his wife was not a weak woman, who easily fainted when faced with something terrible like now.

Facing Radit's wrath will not make Widya's guts shrivel or make her tremble in fear. The expression his wife was now showing was just panic mixed with guilt over what she had done in her wardrobe.

This morning Radit didn't realize anything was wrong in his closet when he left for work. Indeed there are some strange things that make him confused when looking for shaving equipment, stationery, perfume and other important items that he does not find anywhere.

It's just that Radit thought, his goods may be lying somewhere hidden, because he had not been able to improve properly since their move. Moreover, the night before, Widya had already ransacked her belongings in the closet. So, it is only natural that the goods are not arranged in place.

What made him very angry, Radit obviously had Widya clean up all the mess she had done to her belongings this morning. However, thanks to his folly of trusting his defiant wife, he was struck by a terrible apparition in his wardrobe while he was tidying up the folds of his clothes in his closet.

How terrible it was to see the pile of things in the corner behind his shirt mixed into one. Maybe Radit wouldn't have noticed the mess, if it wasn't for smelling a pungent smell from behind his shirt. Now thanks to Widya's reckless actions, all her clothes on the closet shelf became very unpleasant.

Stuff spilled from perfume bottles and so on, it must have been Widya who threw all her stuff so rough. Perfume perfume, hair oil and fragrance clothes that smell smelling clothes into one. What a combination that punches the nostrils.

Taking a deep breath, Widya hesitantly touched her arm. "I never meant to mess up your closet like this. I was actually planning on tidying it up again this afternoon, but I forgot. I didn't lie, I didn't think it would all be this mess." Radit looked at her, pleading for her understanding.

Hearing Widya's heartbreaking voice made Radit feel somewhat guilty for having rampaged at her earlier. Where does the calm that he usually has?

To be honest Radit was also shocked to hear his yelling voice when he called Widya here. His anger had taken over him for a moment so he lost control of himself. Now surely the neighbors are putting ears near his house to find out what has made him go berserk like a madman at night like this.

"Are you aware, your reckless nature treats people's stuff like this," he pointed back to his closet, "could get you in trouble. Is it so hard to put my stuff as it was? You know, this is just gonna make me look bad in the eyes of the neighbors out there" she added. "They don't know, a day of living with you makes any sane person go crazy."

Pulling back his hand from Radit's arm, his haughty wife has now returned. "I know I was wrong, but you have no right to say, I'm like a virus that will bring disaster to others" he said.

"alright. I took my word, but how hard is it to get an apology out of your spicy mouth?" angry reply.

Widya's shoulders slumped down, she muttered, "I'm sorry. I'll clean up this mess soon."

Gritting, Radit was shocked to hear an apology coming from Widya's mouth for the first time. Maybe he misheard, it seemed so impossible his wife's spicy mouth would say such a word.

As if reading her thoughts, Widya repeated her words again.

"I'm sorry. Just hearing you say that word sounds really weird."

"Then do you forgive me?"

"Of course." A bright smile was etched on his wife's lips. "But, after you've cleared up all the mess you've made," he continued, wiping the bright smile off his wife's face in an instant.

"I understand."

"So, you're going to take care of it now or later after you've finished your bath?" tanyanya.

"I'd better clean it up now. If it's after the shower, it'll just dirty my hands." Squeezing her head into Radit's closet, Widya pursed her nose disgusted by the sharp smell she smelled from there. "If you allow me, can I take a moment off to pick up my mask in my room, my husband?" he said, asking for permission was so polite.

"Of course, my wife."

While waiting for his wife to clean up the mess in his stinking closet, Radit turns on the television in the living room. Replacing the TV channels many times, he finally found a spectacle that could cheer him up from this long gloomy night.

Before long he realized that Widya was carrying a pile of her clothes that stench in both hands to put in a basket of dirty clothes. Then he went back to his room.

Then Radit turned his attention back to his spectacle. So engrossed in watching him he did not realize that Widya had now finished bathing and was now standing facing him to report that her task had been completed earlier.

"I suggest your smelly closet be opened for a while. Although I can't guarantee that the pungent smell will disappear completely from there," he said softly, glancing silently at Radit to see his reaction.

"That's it, the important thing is that you know you're wrong and you've cleared up the mess you've done. That's enough for me" Radit said in response to his wife's anger.

"Thank God. Then the problem is solved. Then, I...."

"Yet, Wife. There are still some things we need to talk about, "just hurry before Widya gets back to her room.

"What else is it? Did you find my other fault?"

"No, no, don't be so prejudiced. Come here!" Radit patted the seat beside him. "Don't be afraid, I won't bite you."

Ignoring Radit's offer to sit next to her, Widya chooses to sit on the sofa near the phone table.