The Hate That Ends Marriage

Bickering

Along the way, the man next to Widya did not make the slightest sound, except when he said goodbye to Widya's grandmother. The friendly smile that he showed just now really made Widya sick. Very Hypocritical.

Walking in silence like this is not Radit's habit. Glancing at the woman next to him who was dressed so tightly shut, he shook his head in disbelief. His long pants were combined with a black jacket he was wearing covering him from the scorching sun. Oho! Not to forget also the head covering of his jacket and the black mask he wore, just like the thief of his appearance. Were it not for Grandma Aya, Radit would not have wanted to walk with this arrogant woman.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Radit commented, "Why don't you just carry an umbrella?"

Of all the talk, said the satire that first came out of the mouth of this kind and friendly man for his grandmother.

"That looks like a village," Widya retorted.

"But at least, it's not as exaggerated as the look you're wearing right now."

Taking off her mouth mask, Widya leaned her head at the tall man next to her.

"This is not excessive, this is necessary, Mr. Maha Benar," Widya said full of satire.

"It needs to be for you, but it is excessive for others.who see it, O High Princess," Radit replied insinuatingly.

The two looked at each other fiercely. The shoulder pat from behind them made the two turn their head. Behind them, Mila was staring at them with a cheerful smile twrulas on her lips. Observing the two in turn, Mila tapped her index finger on her chin.

"Are you guys fighting?" tanyanya.

At the same time Widya and Radit answered "No!" Then back glaring at each other because they do not like to say the same thing simultaneously.

For some reason, Mila found the two to be very funny. This was the first time Mila had seen Radit quickly get angry over a trivial matter. Usually, Radit always acts very calm towards the people around him. Mila has known Radit since childhood, so she knows him well. He knew Radit was always holding back his emotions so he could control things.

Now look! A beautiful woman from the city has destroyed the defenses that Radit has built so easily. It felt like Mila was clapping happily to celebrate the breakdown of her childhood friend's self-control.

"Come on, don't glare at each other like that! Your eyes might be able to scorch someone's fritters, "tease Mila, who gets a shot from both of them, then both of them throw their faces at each other.

"Well, what is this?" chirp Widya looked at the sole of her shoes while puckered her nose.

"Cow dung only. Just so excited," said Radit, glancing indifferently at Widya's shoes.

"just anyone? Just, you say? These are my favorite shoes!"

"Not to be excited. Stay in the wash, all right, right?"

"Who wants to wear dirty shoes." Approaching a boulder by the side of the road, Widya sat down to take off her shoes. Throw the shoes that have been stained with dirt into the middle of the road. "I'm not wearing it anymore."

"Say, beloved shoes, but, it is easy to throw them away" muttered Radit, smiling obliquely.

Picking up the shoe from the middle of the road, Mila swipes the sole of Widya's shoe on the edge of the rock.

"It can still be used, Wid." Mila gives the shoes to Widya back.

Throwing her face while covering her nose, Widya flicked her hand telling Mila to remove the shoe from her face.

Widya takes off her next shoe to give it to Mila. A wide smile was on Mila's lips, she was happy to get such good shoes.

"Well, now what are you gonna walk around using? Shipper?" taunted Radit.

"You can go back to my grandmother's house to get my other shoes. Now go there!" widya's orders, flicking his hand as a sign of expelling.

"On what basis do you think I would obey your orders, O Lord Supreme Princess?"

"On the basis of humanity. Well, if you have it too."

Before Radit opens his mouth to avenge that innuendo, Mila immediately stood between the two and offered the slippers she wore for Widya's use and put the shoes Widya had given her quickly on both feet.

"At least it's better than brushing. Is that not so, Lord is the True?" sindir Widya again. "Now that I want to go home, my mood is broken because of that disgusting cow dung."

"Even a thank you didn't come out of your mouth for Mila's help. Well, even though I'm not surprised."

"Roman!" reprimanded Mila shook her head, gesturing for her not to start the debate again. "Come, Wid! Let me get you home." Holding Widya's arm, Mila drags her away from Radit.

"It would be crazy for me to be with that rude guy any longer." Widya fanned her anger-filled self.

"Typically Radit isn't, Wid."

Widya just gave Mila a look of disbelief.

Today Radit's mood is really bad as a result of the snobbish, spicy-mouthed woman from that city. Kicking the pebbles on the street, Radit vented his sense of regret.

"Wow! So strong your kick, Bang."

Her chatty sister appeared out of nowhere, giving a very excessive standing ovation to her.

"What are you doing here?"

"Abang reneged on my same brother's promise, 'was I told you last night, I want to join your afternoon walk with Grandma Aya's granddaughter."

"Abang never promised you anything about it, Ririn. And Brother also did not do the afternoon walk with the witch. Brother just told Grandma Aya to accompany him around the village."

"Just the same. Now where's Grandma Aya's granddaughter? How come you're just on your own?" Stopping Radit's reply by raising one hand, Ririn smiled mockingly. "Let me guess, Brother was left alone here because of Brother's boring attitude. Hence, Brother looks upset and calls Grandma Aya's granddaughter with the designation, 'Witch'. Ahaha, my poor brother."

Ririn's laughter further irritated Radit.

"That's not true! Don't make up your story" Radit said, glaring angrily at his sister. "Hey! where you going? Kirin!"

Radit's call was not cared at all by his sister. Ririn had already run away, jumping around and there, preparing to tell the ridiculous thing to all the villagers. Devastated already the peace of his life, soon he will be the subject of warm gossip in his village. This was all because of his sister who knew that.