The Hate That Ends Marriage

Liability

The day started late in the afternoon when Widya woke up from her sleep. He didn't think he would sleep that long. Maybe this is due to last night he was sleep deprived plus his fatigue to endure the pain when his legs were massaged.

Recalling his horror this morning made his entire body shudder. He hoped it was the first and last time he went to a masseuse, it was unbearable. If there was no Radit as a place to vent his pain, maybe at that time he would swear harshly on Mbah Romlah who sorted it.

Pounding for a moment, Widya tried to call Radit. He felt his throat so dry. Pulling the blanket from his body, he carefully shifted both his legs to the edge of the bed.

Her legs were not as painful as the first time she fell in her grandmother's room. At least the masseur in this village did his job well. However, just in case he did not want to move his right leg too much.

Walking hobbled closer to the door of his room, turning the doorknob. Opening his mouth to call out to Radit again, a voice from the living room stopped him, it seemed like they were the arrival of a guest.

Widya's limping footsteps must have been heard by Radit. Because he came straight to her in the living room. Linking her hand in her arms, she led Widya to the living room sofa.

"Why are you forcing yourself to walk, how about your legs sprain again?" grumbled Radit, lowering him slowly to the seat, then he immediately sat down next to him.

"I was looking for you, but I heard that a guest was coming, so I was curious," looking at the guest, Widya smiled cheerfully. "It turns out that's coming, Dad. Did you come here to worry about me?"

Replying to his smile, Mr. Benny glanced worriedly at his feet. "Are you okay? If you're not very healthy, you should just rest."

Linking his hands affectionately to Radit, he leaned there while commenting on a happy smile.

"I've had too much rest, Dad. Walking a little won't hurt me too much." Raising his head to look at Radit lovingly, he said, "Moreover I have a husband who is always there for me."

Returning his attention to his father-in-law, Widya put on a guilty face. "And as for my blurring today, I don't have to think about it too much. It was just a misunderstanding between the newlyweds. I hope Dad dumps her."

At once he saw the glint of Mr. Benny's eyes flashed a sense of surprise, but immediately covered it with a smile of understanding. Even Radit looked at him, surprised by his sudden explanation.

They both must have underestimated his intelligence too much. When he arrived at the living room earlier, Widya could feel the air around here was full of tension. Surely he could have guessed, his father-in-law came here to ask about his escape problem this morning. Although some of his visits are to know his condition.

"Thank God it was just a misunderstanding. I'm glad to hear it," relieved Mr. Benny.

"I hope you understand my childish attitude today" he looked regretfully. "Radit has never done anything wrong, I've been so emotional that I've taken such foolish actions."

This time his words made Radit turn his head back quickly to look at him. In her eyes was a silent question, "Are you really my wife?" I want Widya to laugh out loud seeing her husband's shock reaction.

"Don't say that, you know you're not ready for this sudden marriage. I just wish you guys could get along, considering this marriage was forced on you both."

"Not to worry, Dad. We have accepted this marriage with a big heart. Although I can't promise we'll always get along, there's one thing I can be sure of. We are very happy living together, in addition to some things that make us disagree," he assured Mr. Benny.

"Thank you, son. Your words are enough to calm my father's heart." Standing up from his seat, Mr. Benny said goodbye to the two of them. "If there's anything you can see your father whenever you want."

"I'll remember that." Widya smiled thanking me.

Standing staring at Mr. Benny's departure in the doorway, Widya waited for her father-in-law to be out of sight, then removed his grip from Radit's arm, and returned to the house limping. Sitting on the sofa near the door, he waited for Radit to close the door before making his point acting like this. Surely at this time her husband was very curious by the sweet and humble behavior of his heart earlier.

Unfortunately, Radit first expressed his thoughts before he could open his mouth.

"Have your sprained leg changed your disposition so drastically?" radit asked confusedly, stressing the palm on Widya's forehead while comparing it to her forehead.

Brushing her husband's hands rough, she glared irritatedly.

"Then explain to me why you were acting so sweet, and what was that? The kinsman? I'm honestly surprised to hear you admit your childish nature." Radit shook his head in disbelief. "I thought I heard wrong."

"I've never admitted to being childish, I said that just to calm your father."

"Just the same. That means you admit it" muttered Radit.

Looking intently at her husband, Widya continued, "I did all that to make amends today. So, now I don't owe you any more responsibility."

Upholding his posture on the seat, Radit stared in disbelief at him. "What's? Redeeming mistakes? I never asked you to do that to account for my suffering today."

"You asked for it or not, the most important thing is that I saved you from your father's scolding. So, we're even," he said, returning Radit's equally sharp gaze.

"If I may ask, whose blessing do I get that scolding, my wife?" satirical Radit, raise one eyebrow.

Ignoring the insinuation, Widya said, "Just now the accountability issue you want is resolved." Patting both his thighs slowly, he stood up from his seat. "I want to eat now, have you prepared dinner, my husband?"

Radit remained silent in his place. He threw a helpless look at her, a line of fatigue etched clearly on her face.

"I'm tired of this stubborn attitude of yours." The length of his breath expressed his frustration. "And yes, I cooked dinner for you."

"You didn't cook me porridge, did you? I just sprained instead of fever. So, it would be weird if you served food like that to me."

"I'm not stupid, my wife."

"Good then."

Touching his wrist, Radit stood next to him. "Let me help you. You're not fully healed yet."

Releasing her handrails, Widya gave a look of gratitude. "No need, the dining table is not that far. I can walk on my own."

Hanging Widya's hand on her arm again, Radit leads her to the kitchen. "I'm pushy. We're in line anyway."

With that help, Widya lets Radit help her walk to the dining table. After helping him sit on the dining table chair, Radit prepared to leave.

Pulling Radit's hand to stop his steps, he asked, "You didn't eat?"

"I want to take a shower first. You eat first."

"alright. I was too hungry to wait for you to finish the bath" he said, letting go of his handrails.

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Just as Radit wants to enter the bathroom, Widya's screams startle him to run away in a hurry to see what makes his wife scream in fear.

"What's wrong?" tanyanya, looking to and fro looking for the source of his wife's fear.

Turning her face away, Widya pointed towards the dining table with trembling hands. Following the direction of his wife's index finger, Radit stared in confusion at the source of his wife's fear.