The Hate That Ends Marriage

First Experience

Radit walked with hasty steps in order to quickly get to their destination. The distance from the house of the masseur from the house of Grandma Aya almost takes 15 minutes if walking. However, Widya's condition made her so worried that she walked very quickly, even though she was currently in a state of carrying someone.

His concern for Widya makes him almost forget if behind her Grandma Aya is following him. Stop for a moment, he looked back to make sure Grandma Aya was not too far away from him.

Squinting his eyes, Radit saw Grandma Aya walking with Mila following him. When the two of them saw him stop his steps, from afar Grandma Aya shook her hands, signalling that he continued on his journey without waiting for the two of them. According to the voiceless command, he returned to galloping quickly.

Feeling Widya's embrace around her weakened neck, she looked down at him. Revealing his eyes Radit thought he had seen wrong. Widya is currently asleep.

Holy hooch! In such a situation he fell asleep. Where did the raging little cat hit him just now?

Not too long later they would arrive at their destination, so he deliberately stopped the steps to correct Widya's position in his arms for her to wake up. Unfortunately, his plan failed miserably, his wife remained sound asleep.

Lifting him higher, Radit whispered in his ear. "Widya, wakeup! We're almost there."

His warning was met with a slap on his cheek. "Whisper!" widya muttered, who was half asleep.

"It's not the time to fall asleep. Soon you will be sorted. So, open your eyes, "the scolding in Widya's ear while lightly squeezing her arm.

Thankfully, his tirade managed to wake Widya from her sleep. Opening his eyes slowly, he looked at Radit in confusion. It seemed for a moment that he had forgotten what had happened. When his consciousness had begun to return completely, he lowered his face into Radit's chest. Clearly she was embarrassed to fall asleep in her arms.

"I didn't sleep, I just closed my eyes" Widya said.

"Just the same."

"What do you say, my husband," Widya replied, imitating the words that Radit used to say.

**

Arriving at the house of Mbah Romlah, known as the sole Urut Tukang in Manju village, Radit immediately laid Widya slowly on the mat that has been prepared Mbah Romlah. Slowly he removed Widya's arm from her neck.

"Where are you going? I don't want to be left alone here" whined Widya, pulling her sleeve.

"I was just looking for something to silence your screams" he explained.

His grip is now stronger on Radit's sleeve. "Why am I going to scream? Does it feel like it will hurt a lot when I'm sorted?"

Shaking his head, Radit looked at Widya in surprise. "This is the first time you've been sprained?"

"of course! Thanks to you," hardik Widya fast. "Luckily my reflexes were fast, otherwise you might fall backward. But unfortunately, it brought disaster on me. You should thank me because thanks to me you didn't get a concussion."

"It's your fault you opened the door so fast as to make me almost fall."

"Where do I know you're leaning behind the door."

Mbah Romlah's sound of silence stopped the debate between the two of them so fierce. "Can we start now?" tanyanya, kneeling beside Widya's sprained leg.

"Oh, forgive us, Mbah. But, I need something to silence my wife's screams. He likes to be hysterical when faced with situations like this," Radit explained to Mbah Romlah while circulating his views.

"I'm not going to be hysterical" Widya said.

"I'm just shocked. Trust me, this time I won't scream." His hand reached for Radit's wrist to hold it.

"Not what, Neng, Mbah understood. Don't be ashamed of that."

"Well, listen to me. Don't be strong-witted" Radit said.

"I can definitely hold it in," Widya said, insisting on her stance.

"alright. What do you say," said Radit surrender. "Please, Mbah. My wife is ready to be sorted."

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Approaching the courtyard of Mbah Romlah house, Mila and Grandma Aya froze in place when she heard a thunderous scream from inside the house of Mbah Romlah. What surprised me was not the sound of the scream but the scream came from a man.

Is there anyone else there being sorted besides Widya? Thought Mila was confused.

After the shock and Grandma Aya lost, they walked back to look into the house of Mbah Romlah. How shocked Mila was when she saw the sight before her. His hand immediately smothered his own mouth, as Widya was currently doing on the mat where she lay. Next to him, Radit was holding Widya's hand which gripped her with all his might.

It turned out that the scream came from Radit. His laughter almost exploded if he did not immediately smother his own mouth. In fact, Grandma Aya who was seen so limp by Widya's condition, was also staring amusedly at the scene in front of her.

They both retreated away from the doorway of Mbah Romlah's house. Standing beside the door, the two of them turned back to their eyes when Radit's scream was heard again. This time Widya bit Radit's hand to hold his screams. It was a pity that his friend became Widya's place of outlet to endure her pain. Definitely Radit will feel very embarrassed when Widya finished sorting.

Mila's deteriorating mood had disappeared. Now his mood had turned into a feeling of pleasure by this out-of-place sense of humor. As hard as he tried, the taste of the gel still did not want to fade. Looking at Grandma Aya, the two of them exchanged smiles.

"We shouldn't be like this" said Grandma Aya. His efforts to look assertive failed miserably because of the amused tone that he could not cover.

"Grandmother's right. It's just, it's so funny," Mila chuckled, covering her mouth with her hands again so as not to be heard by Radit.

The two of them together silenced the laughter that almost exploded while looking at the head, watching Radit who was in pain because his hair was grabbed by Widya. How unfortunate. Mila was a little guilty of being happy to see the suffering of her friend.

***

Widya's face color was so pale when Radit laid her on the bed. His body looks so limp after the massage. The corner of Widya's eyes was also seen still wet by her tears earlier. It seemed like his strength was completely drained away while enduring the pain of being massaged by Mbah Romlah.

Rubbing Widya's bite marks on her wrist, Radit exhaled. He recalled the amused glint in the eyes of Grandma Aya and Mila when he met the two of them who were waiting outside the house. Both of them seemed to try not to show their gelatin, but their efforts both failed miserably. This is all because of Widya's strong-witted act. She did not scream, but instead Radit screamed. Now he must be the joke of the people out there.

"I didn't know you could be that violent. The impingement of your pain had already made a terrible mark on my hand," he pointed at the bite marks and the prick of a fingernail on his wrist. "Not to mention my hair that almost fell out by your crave."

"Later just nag him. I don't have the energy to serve you" Widya said.

"Then, rest. I will hold you accountable when your situation has improved somewhat" he said, enveloping Widya.

Closing her eyes, Widya muttered softly. "I don't think you're a typical vindictive person, my Husband."

"It's thanks to you, my wife. Now sleep!" strict orders.

Reversing his body, for the last time Radit saw Widya who began to fall asleep in her soft mattress. It would seem that his wife was very tired.