The Hate That Ends Marriage

Bitter Reality

Inside the room, Widya paced around while brushing her nails. He was confused about how to deal with Radit, who is now behind the door of his room. From inside the room she could hear her husband's desperate voice begging her to come out.

From the knock of the door she could also feel that now Radit must be angry with his stubbornness, who still did not want to open the door as much as her husband pleaded.

Silent for a moment, then the sound of knocking on the door of his room sounded more resolute over time.

"Widya, out! We need to talk. Don't keep hiding in there." The door to his room is getting louder. The longer she ignored maybe her grandmother's room door would be damaged by the power of her husband's pounding.

"Stop! You can break the door of this room" Widya warned.

"If it makes me see you, then I won't hesitate to do it" snapped Radit from behind the door.

"If other people hear your words, they'll think you miss me a lot."

For a few moments there was no answer. But not long after, Radit lowered his voice. "Yes, I miss you so much. So, get out of there now, honey."

Snorting at the remark, Widya shook her head in disbelief. To be sure, her husband is now changing tactics by seducing her. "I'm not a fool who can be easily fooled by your sweet mouth, my husband. You better go home, I don't want to see your tyrant's face."

"What, Tyranny?"

"Yes, Tyranny. You deserve that nickname for your attitude to enslave me."

"Don't be silly. I never had any intention of enslaving you, you were too easily emotional just because your desire was not fulfilled" Radit scolded, hitting the door to express his regret to Widya.

Humped by the sound of the punch, Widya stroked her chest in surprise. "Can you not be rude? That barbaric nature of yours could get me a heart attack someday."

"Not enough have you called me Tyrannical, now you call me Barbarian" her husband growled from behind the door. "I wonder, actually how many nicknames have you made for me in the head full of your idea?"

"Very much. Do you want to hear it one by one, my husband?"

"No need, I'm tired of facing that spicy mouth of yours. What do you want to come home with me?"

"Don't be stupid, my husband. You know what I want," Widya said denouncing. "Where has your intelligence gone that you usually have?"

"Stop insulting me! Or I'll do something you'll regret later" her husband snapped, hitting the door so hard that it shook.

"alright. I'm sorry, I'm pulling my words back." Without realizing it, Widya stepped back by the hard blow.

Silent again. Walking slowly closer to the door of her room, Widya put her ear on the door to confirm whether Radit was still there.

I heard her husband's long breath. "alright. This time you win, I'll buy you a washing machine."

Too pleased by the encouraging notice, Widya immediately opened the door of her room.

As a result of such a sudden incident, Widya's right leg became dislocated. Screaming in pain, he held his right leg.

Panicking at the sound of his screams, Radit immediately knelt beside him, asking what had happened to him.

Fortunately, his hand that was holding Radit's back was not crushed by it either. Because her husband held her weight with his elbow when she fell. And lucky for her, because her husband would not know that she had been crying. Surely her husband thought the pain in his legs made his eyes turn red.

"Where is sick?" radit asked, groping his legs looking for the location of the pain.

When his touch hit the painful area, Widya again shouted while hitting her hand. "sick! You want to kill me, huh!? Don't touch it, you barbarians!" hit him on her husband's arm. Her tears dripping down both of her cheeks felt a pain in her sprained leg.

The sound of footsteps of many people outside told Widya that the sound of her screams must have been heard to come out. He could hear a slamming sound coming from the outside door, and just before long in the doorway of the room, he said, his grandmother stood with the citizens who encouraged each other to see what had triggered his screams.

Not caring for the people watching them, Radit lifted him off the floor slowly so as not to hurt his sprained leg.

Too embarrassed by her current condition - in her husband's arms - Widya hid her face in front of Radit's chest.

"Excuse me, my current wife needs to be sorted." With the valiant Radit bursting out from the crowd of onlookers, his serious face made everyone shift giving way for him to get out of the house.

Behind them, her grandmother followed with a worried look on her face. Smiling over her husband's shoulder, Widya tries to calm her grandmother, who suddenly looks so old in her eyes.

Her eyes accidentally meet Mila, who is holding her grandmother's wrist. His friend's eyes were also filled with worry and sadness mixed with guilt. Perhaps seeing him in Radit's arms ripping open his heart again.

It was exhausting to be between the two of them, but he had no time to think about his friend's hurt feelings. Currently Widya feels comfortable in the arms of Radit. Maybe this is the effect of her drowsiness so that she wants to sleep at this time also in the protection of her husband. Glancing at her husband who was looking straight ahead, a line of worry was seen on her husband's face.

The thought of Radit will always be there for him when he gets hurt makes him smile happily. Having a husband is not as bad as she thought.

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This out-of-place stupid feeling made Mila want to hit herself. This is not the time when he feels jealous to see Widya in the arms of the man she still loves. But, without wanting her feelings that are still recovering from this heartache burning jealous fire saw Radit carrying Widya so friendly.

What a fool, he had no right to feel this kind of anger. Moreover, the two friends embraced like that because Widya was injured. Clenching his hands together to strengthen himself, he felt his fingernails piercing his palms. He must not let his hurt feelings continue to eat away at him, it is time to face the reality of letting go of his first love.

Actually today Mila wants to go to her father's garden, but on her way she hears someone's screams. Curious about what made the sound of the scream, he flocked with the others towards the source of the sound.

Instantly he immediately regretted his decision when he saw Radit coming out of Grandma Aya's house while carrying Widya.

That's when Grandma Aya approached him to help him walk after his granddaughter who would be delivered to a masseuse. Restoring her thoughts at this moment, Mila smiled soothingly at Grandma Aya, she patted the back of her hands gently.

"Don't worry, Grandma. Widya will be fine."

"Thank you, Mil. Grandma was now rather calm because there was you," she replied, patting the back of Mila's hand.