The Hate That Ends Marriage

Treaty

Turning his attention back to Widya, who remained unwilling to look towards the dining table, Radit asked in a somewhat confused tone, "I don't see anything strange at the dining table."

Hearing that, Widya looked up at him in shock. "Aren't you horrified to see the fish there?" His ears moved up and down, pointing towards the fish lying on the plate without even turning his head. "It felt so terrible to see the fish staring back at me."

"Geez, Widya, it's just fish eyes not human eyes."

Widya was immediately offended when she heard the amused tone in her voice.

"I don't like it. Get that fish head out of his body right now!"

His laughter exploded upon hearing Widya's ridiculous orders. "I just found out that you can be that cruel to a fish. How could you cut off his head from a part of his body," he chanted, ignoring the piercing glint thrown at him.

Separating the head of the fish as Widya wanted, she took a small plate to put the fish's head there, then put it in the kitchen cabinet to keep it out of the hysterical sight of her wife.

"Next time don't serve me fish heads again."

"Yes, yes, I understand," the gel's hardness accompanied her step into the bathroom.

**

After bathing and changing clothes, Radit approached Widya who was relaxing watching television. His position lying sideways in his seat looks so comfortable.

Deliberately blocking Widya's view from watching in front of the television, his wife's face turned grimaced by his actions. "What are you doing? That big body of yours is blocking my view." His head looked at the television from beside his feet.

"There was one thing I forgot to tell you earlier," he said, drawing Widya's attention back to him.

"Then, say it! I don't have much time to pay for your words." Getting lazy from her lying position, Widya sat down while crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Radit retreated slightly to make room between the two of them. He deliberately did so so that Widya would no longer nag about her neck being sick from looking up at him. "You have to promise me not to repeat your escape later. You're an adult, so stop being childish. Escaping won't solve the problem."

"I can't promise anything I can't keep."

Frowning both eyebrows, Radit exclaimed, "Meaning you intend to run away again?"

"Eitherway. It depends on your attitude." Raising one hand, Widya refused to listen to her protest. Then he went back on with his words. "But I will try not to repeat the events like today."

Staring skeptically, Radit crossed both hands like his wife. "I can't pin the fate of our household on your own. Your stubbornness and efficacy always brings trouble to me."

"You have to accept it. I can't lie to you by making promises I know I'll never keep. After all, I actually don't want us to be the spectacle material of the people out there. It's just that, given your tyrant's attitude, it made my blood boil."

"I just want you to be self-sufficient without relying on the practicality of a machine, not because I'm as tyrannical as you think, '" Radit said, displeased at the monstrous nickname.

"You can't just force your will to act like you in this village. I'm used to the name practicality, whether you like it or not. What's wrong with using a machine for my convenience? It won't hurt anyone, as long as you know," Widya slammed for her attitude.

For a moment he was silent thinking about Widya's words. Maybe his wife was right, there was no harm in giving him a washing machine for his comfort. Moreover, his wife was used to living comfortably during her life. Of course it is wrong to prohibit him from washing clothes with a washing machine for his ego who wants to see his wife acting independently.

At least it's better than finding his wife doesn't want to do any housework at all. For the rich, Widya was not very picky when Radit gave her some household chores.

Usually, the son of a spoiled rich man like his wife will refuse to dirty his hands by doing menial work such as cleaning the house, washing clothes, and dishes. Yeah, this is better.

Nodding, Radit had no choice but to agree to his wife's request. "I see what you mean. I'm sorry I forced my will on you."

A satisfied smile was engraved on his wife's lips. "Then, the matter is resolved. Now move aside, I want to watch."

Stepping closer, he raised Widya's chin to look back into her eyes. "But, my dear wife, I will not tolerate your attitude of refuting my orders again, as you did this morning. So, try as hard as you can so that you don't make me take actions that you'll regret."

"If I may know, what kind of action will you take, my husband?" ask her with defiant eyes.

"Bec... Ha... Si... A" whispered Radit in his ear. "It's certainly not interesting if I say it now" Removing Widya's chin, she walked towards the kitchen to fill her starving belly.

In the morning, Widya was awakened by the sound of knocking on her bedroom door. He slowly got out of his bed and went to the door to open the door.

Rubbing his eyes, he saw Radit standing before him with a very neat appearance.

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning his head against the side wall of the door indifferently. His eyes were half closed.

"Today I'm going to town." That answer left Widya's eyes wide open. "Self," continued Radit, making Widya's shoulder slumped down.

"Why yourself? I want to come too. I've been locked up in this remote village for too long."

"I'm just for a little while, maybe after dusk I'll be back. There's some business I have to do in town."

"Come in! I'm tired of standing on one leg."

Holding his arm, Radit helped him walk towards his bed to sit there.

"Therefore, for a while you use the stick first" Radit suggested.

"That would just make me look like an old granny. So, I don't need it," she refused, grimacing in horror at the thought of her walking to and fro with a cane.

"What do you say" said Radit.

Slowly he began to step back, as he did last night while talking to her, what a very understanding husband.

"By the way, about your business in the city, what's that business if I may know?"

"In addition to buying a washing machine for you, I also have a need to meet some prospective buyers who want to buy some cows from my farm. Not to mention I want to buy various kinds of other people's belongings. I have so much to do in town."

Raising her eyebrows, Widya looked in surprise at her husband. "Your ranch? Isn't that your father's farm? I know you're just a busy unemployed person" she said, underestimating her husband's daily routine.

Gritting his teeth at the taunts, Radit said, "I'm not unemployed. The ranch did belong to my father, but after I married the ranch was passed down to me."

"Geez! Your father is so generous. It's lucky you have such a good father. Now I can rest easy because my husband is not unemployed." Piling both hands beside her body, Widya looked seriously at her husband. "But, whatever your reason for going to town, I still insist on coming with you. I miss my parents."

"Your condition is not very good, so you should not walk too much first."

"I won't walk much. After all, there are you who can carry me so that later I will not move too much," he looked hard.

"Can't! I'm too busy with my business, so there's no time to take care of yourself. On the other hand I'm just for a moment, there's no point in you coming along" Radit said firmly.

"What a moment, aren't you going home some afternoon? So, there's no harm in leaving me while at my parents' house waiting for you to get out of your business" she protested.

"Don't argue, Widya. There's another day. I've also asked Ririn to look after you while I'm gone." Extending his legs towards her, Radit squeezed his shoulders slowly. "Later after your feet have improved somewhat, I promise I will take you with me to the city. Then you can cheer yourself up as long as you're there."

"When is that later? I need certainty." Widya looked up at her husband's face.

"Maybe this weekend. Looks like I will be able to take the time to accompany you on a walk and visit your parents in the city. Surely your legs had improved a bit by then."

"really? You promise?" His eyes sparkled imagining the picture of him having fun entertaining himself in the city by shopping for various things in the Mall.

"Yes, I promise." Radit returned his smile. Stepping back, he said goodbye for the second time. "Then I go first. There's no need to deliver my departure, you've got enough rest."

Before exiting the room, Radit turned his head from behind his shoulder to look at Widya who was still smiling looking at him. "If you are hungry, I have prepared food for you in the hood of the dining table in the kitchen."

Widya just nodded her head assenting, then laid her body on the bed as Radit closed the door of her room. Excited by her husband's promise, she hit the bed with both hands. He was very happy because soon he could breathe the air of the city that he missed so much. He almost hit his sprained leg when he wanted to shake it on the edge of the bed.

Thankfully, the memory of her injured leg stopped her from doing anything that could have made her husband break his promise because he was making her foot hurt again.