The Hate That Ends Marriage

Task Division

Radit's soft tone of voice sent out a tremor of unpleasant feeling in Widya's spine. His premonition of saying what Radit wanted to tell him would make him feel displeased.

Sighing on his seat, Radit could only stare at the resignation of seeing the rejection from him indirectly by sitting on another sofa. Then tell me what he wants to say.

"Look, as you know we're married now, so it's time we talked about each other's duties in this house." Radit paused for a moment, he glanced at her.

Widya gave a nod, prompting him to continue.

"I'm sure you can't cook, so let me do it. Your job is to clean the house and wash clothes. When it comes to washing dishes, we can wash them after each use. How, do you mind?" tanyanya awaits answers.

"I don't mind at all." At least I don't have much work as a wife.

Radit breathed a sigh of relief. Too bad, it is not time for him to breathe a sigh of relief because Widya is still not finished expressing her opinion.

"Unless for one thing, I don't accept the way you underestimate my cooking skills. Who said I can't cook? I can cook."

Widya could see the scornful glint emanating from her husband's eyes. "Tell me, what can you cook, my wife?"

"Not much. I don't like to fry any kind of food. The splash of cooking oil will only make my skin stained. But, there's one thing I believe I can do, I'm good at making stews."

"Well, then you can make soup? I really didn't expect it. I'm sorry I underestimated you earlier," her husband said sincerely.

"No, not like that. Just a regular stew, like boiling chicken, vegetables, and such, but the problem of peppering me is not the expert."

Radit's mouth gaped wide, flabbergasted at his explanation. It was strange, what made him put on such a face of shock. There was nothing strange about his explanation. Suddenly a burst of laughter came out of her husband's mouth.

Offended to hear her husband's laughter, Widya stood shuffling her waist. "What's so funny? I'm not trying to joke."

"Of course it's funny. What did you say just now, boil without peppering?" His laughter exploded again. "Even SD kids can do it!" spray it with an amused tone.

"How dare you! Not everyone can boil well like me. Even SD children will not know what the right level of maturity from the cooking they boil," he growled.

Waving his hand in surrender, Radit asked him to sit back and apologized for touching him. But Widya is not stupid, she can still hear the amused tone of Radit's voice, even though she tries hard to hide it. Let it be, he was too tired to argue over many things today.

"I see what you mean. I'm sorry if my sense of humor has hurt your good self-esteem by cooking this stew, "he said again mocking Widya's cooking skills. Thudding, in an instant the tone of Radit's voice turned serious. "Although, we've agreed that I'll cook."

"Yes, we agreed. But, there's something I want to ask."

"Just ask, no need to hesitate."

"Do we have a washing machine? After a good look, I did not see the washing machine in this house. Did you see it somewhere?"

"We don't have a washing machine, and we'll never have one" Radit said.

His words made Widya a bit confused.

"Whatchu mean? If we don't have a washing machine, how can I wash the pile of dirty clothes we have?"

Before hearing Radit answer his question, a bad feeling some time ago again sent a tremor in his spine. Widya could feel that her husband's answer would not please her.

As she expected, Widya did not like the idea of washing their clothes with her hands. "Don't be silly! What's the point of having money if it's not being used for comfort...."

"Confidence is not me" muttered Radit, interrupting his speech.

As if not listening to the insinuations, Widya continued her words, "together. If you insist, then you will find me buying the washing machine with my own money," he snapped, his sharp gaze directly on Radit's eyes.

Standing up from his seat, Radit approached his seat and forced him to look up at him, who stood looming before him. "If you do, then you'll find me selling the washing machine back." The glint of her husband's eyes showed that she meant what he said.

Rising from her seat, Widya stood so close to Radit. Both of her hands were clenched on her sides, trembling withstanding the urge to slap her husband's face. "You wouldn't dare! I'm entitled to buy anything with the money I have."

"Yes, I'm brave. I also have the right to control what I have. You are now my wife, so, what is yours will also be mine. Because you're mine!" radit, gritting his teeth.

"Omong empty! I'm not yours!" she denied, did not accept the fact that now she already belongs to her husband completely.

Rubbing his chin softly, a triumphant grin curled at Radit's lips. "There's no point in evading, that's the truth, my dear wife." Lowering his hand, Radit bailed to return to his room.

Before entering his room, Radit momentarily turned his head over his shoulder, looking at Widya who was still frozen in place.

"If you need me, I'm next to your room. You need to remember, my bedroom door was never locked." A seductive smile adorned his face as he closed the door of his room slowly.

From inside his room, Radit hears a door slamming sound from Widya's room. Just let his defiant wife go on a rampage venting all her anger in that room. He has won this fight, after all. Even though tomorrow there will be many questions given to him about his quarrel with his wife today. That problem let him think about it tomorrow, now he just needs to sleep. Closing his eyes, a wide smile accompanied his sleep.

***

In the front yard of his house, Mr. Benny waited for his son, Radit, through his house. Glancing at his watch, he made sure that his son's working hours had not passed. His watch still shows at 05.05 WIB. Thank goodness it's not too late. Because a little slow he will lose the opportunity to talk to his son.

Last night when returning home from his meeting with Mr. Gunawan, he accidentally heard his son's quarrel with his newly married wife when passing through the street area of their home. The voice of his son's screams so echoed that it was heard outside the house.

It makes Mr. Benny to wonder, what has made his son who always behaved calmly can act so harshly on his wife? What he was unaware of his rampage had attracted the attention of many neighbors who had heard of him.

So embarrassed Mr. Benny with the gaze of the residents who looked at him pity, he just smiled wryly, then walked quickly home. The thought of his son's household problems made him unable to sleep well all night. So now he is standing here waiting for his son to pass by to talk about this matter.

At the end of the road, he saw his son walking down his head avoiding the gazes of the citizens passing by. At least his son realized that his actions last night had made him the center of attention this morning.

When their gazes met, a look of uneasiness and guilt was clearly visible on his son's face. His son must have realized that Mr. Benny wanted to speak to him with four eyes. Her footsteps were heavy when she walked up to him.

"Good morning, sir," he said grimly.

"Father wants to talk to you for a second, do you mind?' asked Mr. Benny, linking his eyebrows together.

"Of course I don't mind, sir." His hand outstretched let Mr. Benny walk first into the house.

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The nightmare had now approached him, Radit bowed lethargicly following his father from behind. He forgot that his quarrel last night, of course, would be known by his father. There was no point in running away from this talk because it would only make his father even more angry.

Sitting in the chair opposite his father, Radit straightened his seat to face the great storm he was about to face. His gaze straightened into his father's eyes without blinking, waiting for a burst of anger to burst out from his father's mouth.