The Hate That Ends Marriage

Falsehood

"No need to be so tense, Dit. I'm asking you to talk not to scold you about your quarrel last night" said his father gently.

His father's gentle speech made Radit slightly relax in his seat, but he could not breathe a sigh of relief before this conversation ended.

"Father knows this is your household problem and you have no right to interfere with your wife's problem" continued his father. Frowning, his father gave a reprimanding look. "But, I can't let you just be rude to Widya who you just married not for 3 days. There may be some things that make you bickering, but you don't have to yell at your wife, like you did last night. You must also be aware that your attitude will only make you and your wife the gossip of the people in this village."

Inching uneasily in his seat, Radit racked his brain in search of an excuse to calm his father down. "Eat I've been a disappointment, Father. It's just a misunderstanding, sir. We both did not fight. Last night I was just shocked that the stove Widya had lit forgot she turned it off, so without me realizing I was screaming frantically calling her name. Take it easy, the matter did not make us quarrel. We're fine, there's nothing you need to worry about."

Sighing in relief, his father smiled understandably after hearing his explanation. Claiming in his heart, Radit wanted to slap him for lying to his father. This guilt felt like it was strangling him. Even so, he still did not regret telling the lie. Because he did not want his father to worry about thinking about his household problems.

Let's hope this is the first and last time Widya makes him lie to his father. Radit doesn't want to lie like this anymore. It was so unpleasant that it made him unable to look into his father's eyes.

"If that's the problem, then there's nothing to worry about. Now you can sleep quietly. Just so you know, Dit, the commotion of your household yesterday made you sleep less." Proving his words, the sound of his father's mouth came out of his mouth. "Work then, son."

After bidding farewell to his father, Radit continued his delayed journey earlier. Luckily he was able to get through this problem with his brilliant idea, which unexpectedly appeared at the right time. He thought he would not escape this problem. Now all he needed to do was tell this lie to everyone who would ask him later. His mood has improved again.

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Since last night Widya could not sleep at all, her head was just filled with ideas, how to avoid becoming her barbarian husband's maid. Ha! The truth is that washing with his hands is smooth, will not! Radit's arrogant attitude that states his right of ownership over Widya makes him so angry that Radit once dared to enslave him by telling him to do rough work.

It is so hard to spend money for his comfort. After all, he did not ask for fancy jewelry or gold bars from her. He just wanted a washing machine to make his job easier. What his barbaric husband was deliberately enslaving him like this so that he acted independently without relying on the practicality available.

Just nonsense about cleanliness. This was just one of his actions to subdue his spoiled nature on her. Let her husband hope so. Because he will never obey, like a pet who obeys his master.

Throwing all her clothes and belongings into her big suitcase, Widya packed all the items she desperately needed, the rest could wait later to be transported. Beres already, now all he needs to do is step away from this fucking husband's house right now.

Surely when Radit comes home later, he will be confused to find his wife is not there anywhere.

Let's know the taste, he deserves it.

It was still very early morning when he dragged his suitcase out of the room. This fuzzy thought was decided at dawn. Hence, when she stole the hearing from behind the door of her room making sure her husband had left for work, she rushed to take a shower and packed all her belongings into a suitcase.

Glancing at the wall clock that shows at 06.40 WIB, of course, now his grandmother is awake. Given the habit of his grandmother who always wake up early like the people in this village.

For a moment Widya took a deep breath, bracing herself against the curious gazes of the neighbors out there. Putting his hand on the doorknob, he turned it steadily. His chin was raised high haughtily as he prepared to face his neighbors.

Her eyes widened in surprise when what she faced was not the gazes of the neighbors but the gaze of her husband, who seemed to have just returned from the market, when seen from the many plastic packages he carried in both hands.

It turned out that she was not the only one who was surprised, the flash of shock in Radit's eyes showed that her appearance also made her husband surprised. This was not what he expected to happen when he decided to run away from home. Destroyed her plan to make her husband know who ran away when he came home from work later.

If she had known that her husband had gone shopping instead of working, she would have stayed silent in his room. Why since he was here all things did not go smoothly as he wished.

Now Radit's eyes turned toward the suitcase he was holding. Raising his gaze back at Widya, the corner of his mouth twitched and a line of anger was engraved on his face when he learned of Widya's intention to escape.

"What are you doing carrying a suitcase this big?"

"As you may have guessed, I want to leave you. For a while now it's better we split up the house first."

"Don't joke! Going back inside, something like this you can't decide all you want," he ordered firmly and walked past, hoping he would follow.

Ignoring her husband's words, Widya continued her steps out of the house.

"Widya, stop there!" radit warned me.

No use, Widya kept walking with her back straight and chin raised to challenge anyone who dared to stop her steps. The mothers there only looked at her cynically while whispering, who must have been sneering at her for going against her husband's orders. She did not care, a marriage was not suitable for her who did not like to be arranged let alone restrained, like a horse by her tyrannical husband.

Tyrant, hmmm.that nickname was indeed suitable for him.

Turning towards the alley of her grandmother's house, her feelings grew even more when she found out that her step-husband was not trying to chase her at all. Basic heartless, how dare he ignore his departure without fighting in the slightest stop his blurry action. Maybe this is what her husband wanted all along, Widya went away from her life for good.

Surprisingly the thought made his eyes sting to hold back the tears, of course he was not crying out of sadness, these were just tears of anger.

A liar! taunted his mind.