The Hate That Ends Marriage

Disputes

Knocking on her grandmother's door, Widya impatiently waited for her grandmother to open the door. A few tens of seconds later - which seemed an hour to him - his grandmother came to open the door, and was surprised to see him standing at the door holding his so large suitcase. Even he could tell from the look on his grandmother's face, if there were many questions he wanted to ask her. However, her grandmother undoes her intentions when she looks around, so many pairs of eyes pay attention to Widya's arrival to her house full of curiosity.

Without a word his grandmother gave a gap so that he could immediately enter the house, then immediately closed the door. Asking her to sit on the living room couch, she picked up a drink from the kitchen and sat down next to him, holding a glass of water in her hand.

"Tell grandma, what made you come so early with your big suitcase?" ranyanya, moving her head refers to Widya's suitcase beside the seat.

"I ran away from home" Widya replied plainly. The light kept her grandmother aghast at her seat. "With the witnesses of the neighbors and also Radit" he continued.

This time her grandmother looked at her with horror, as if Widya was a monstrous creature unknown to her. His grandmother's mouth opened and then closed again, then opened again, like a fish flapping as it came out of the water. Shock by his explanation, his grandmother looks confused what to say to him. With a deep breath drawn and then slowly exhaled, his shock had now disappeared, replaced by a stern look that led to Widya.

"Grandma doesn't know what happened to you two to make you take this rash decision, but it's wrong, honey. You should go back to your house and talk about the matter you two are both fine." Her grandmother stood up, pulling her back to her husband's house.

"There's nothing to talk about. Everything is clear, Grandma. Radit only wanted me as his maid rather than his wife. Besides, he's not trying to stop me from leaving home today." Without realizing it his tears began to drip on both cheeks when he remembered Radit's indifference earlier.

Wiping her tears violently, Widya struggled to hold back her sobs.

Surprised to see Widya who suddenly started crying, Grandma sat down at the side hugging her while patting her back soothingly. "Don't cry, honey. Tell me more clearly, what do you mean Radit treated you like a maid?"

Replying to her grandmother's embrace, Widya told an emotional story about the washing machine problem that became her decision to leave home this morning.

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Standing glued to his place, Radit could only be speechless looking at Widya's departure which slowly began to disappear from his sight. He looked up at the sky on his porch, hoping it was just his imagination.

His beautiful morning had been ruined thanks to his childish wife humiliating him in front of the neighbors by disputing his orders. All the eyes that were directed at him made him very uncomfortable. Reversing his body, he immediately entered the house while closing the door of his house trying to block the view of pity from out there.

Fast-moving towards the kitchen, he placed all his groceries from the market roughly. There was a sound of shards coming from inside the plastic. He opened a black plastic wrap around some eggs inside. Geez! This is due to emotions taking over him, he forgot that in the plastic of his groceries there are eggs.

Sitting on the dining table chair, he cupped both hands on his face. Radit was very tired of facing all these endless household problems. It was free earlier he managed to avoid when his father asked about the commotion last night with his wife, now surely his father will again ask him about the action of the escape of his defiant wife. Maybe in his lifetime he will never feel peace in this household.

The chair he was sitting on fell backwards as Radit suddenly rose to his feet from his chair. There is no point moping like this, he must immediately catch up with Widya, who must now be at her grandmother's house. Sitting down contemplating his bad luck will not solve the problem. It was time for him to act decisively to his wife.

Letting her do something like this would only make Radit look like a lousy husband. This would be the last time Widya humiliated him like this in front of people. The next time he won't be soft on her anymore.

Although in his mind Radit was not so sure this would be the last time Widya acted at will, regardless of her taking a firm stance to discipline her behavior.

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"Grandma knows. Your eyes told grandma" said her grandmother, giggling. Patting the back of her hands affectionately, her grandmother stared softly. "Yes, sleep. Maybe after sleep, your mind will clear again and withdraw this decision."

Subduing her face, Widya muttered softly. "I'm not sure."

"Well, what are you talking about, Wid?" His grandmother brought his ears closer.

"It's nothing, Grandma," Widya replied, smiling sweetly.

The sound of knocking on the door shocked Widya and her grandmother, looking at each other, the two asked each other in silence, who had come. Then there was a heavy voice that was familiar to him, calling his name from behind the door.

Standing up from where she was sitting, Widya walked back and forth, panicking at the sound of Radit calling out to her. On the one hand, she wanted to open the door immediately and nag her late husband after her. However, on the other hand she wanted to hide, afraid her husband would see her eyes reddened after crying.

"Widya, what are you doing? Your husband's waiting out there" said his grandmother, dragging him to the door. "Solve the problems of the two of you, there's no point in dodging like this." Her grandmother gestured with her gaze so that she would open the door immediately.

"I'm sorry, Grandma." Jerking off her arms from her grandmother, Widya ran into the room and locked the door from the inside.

"Good, Widya!" exclaiming grandmother. Breathe open the door to face Radit. "Thank God you've come. Widya's in the room, Dit."

"Pardon us both for making such a ruckus in Grandma's house this early" Radit said, bowing his head.

"Not what." Pat Grandma Aya on Radit's shoulder. "In the household there will be quarrels, whether you want it or not. Moreover, you two are still newlyweds, of course, there are some things that make you disagree. Grandma knows. Then, grandma will leave you two to speak four eyes."

"Thank you, Grandma." Radit clasped Grandma Aya's hands gently to show her gratitude, then immediately entered the house.

Behind her Radit, Grandma Aya closed the door quietly to provide privacy for the two of them.

The neighbors who had eavesdropped on his conversation with Radit immediately rushed to Grandma Aya to extract information from him. They asked simultaneously, what had happened to his granddaughter's household. Ignoring the endless barrage of questions, Grandma Aya walked leisurely enjoying the cool morning air.

Aya's grandmother was not too worried about Widya who was left alone with Radit in her house. Because the problem they were facing was only a trivial one. Of course, this problem will not make Radit rude for Widya's rash attitude to run away from home. His daughter-in-law's granddaughter can certainly subdue Widya's stubbornness without violence.