The Hate That Ends Marriage

Surprising Discovery

Covering her face with both hands, Mila's cry grew even more. "Your jokes aren't funny at all, Wid."

"I'm sorry. Please stop crying," panicked Widya, confused to find a way to stop her friend's crying. "If the neighbors hear it, they'll think I've hurt you. You know for yourself, don't the villagers label me as a rude girl."

Taking a deep breath, he slowly exhaled his breath. Mila pulled her sleeves to wipe the tear marks from both her cheeks.

"I'm sorry. It seems I'm too emotional" she smiled grimly at Widya.

"Wow, what's going on? Didn't I see wrong, Widya made Kak Mila cry. Oh my, this is big news!" ririn exclaimed, watching the shocking events before her in amazement as well as being very enthusiastic.

"Don't just conclude, Rin. It's not what you think it is" Widya assured her sister-in-law.

Entering the house, Ririn sat in a chair by the door, her legs crossed in style while leaning lazily on the back of the chair. "Then explain to me, Sister-in-law." A flick of his finger in the air gave Widya a cue to start her explanation immediately.

"Just what should be explained here is you, Ririn. What the fuck is your tangled hair, did you just fight?" sela Mila, narrowed suspiciously at the appearance of Ririn who looked so messy.

"Mila's right. After I take a good look, your current appearance looks like someone who just wrestled with a bunch of cows" Widya sneered.

"Smart once you two switch the conversation. Well, if you're so curious as to why I look like this, then I'll tell you both until you're satisfied."

As she said, Ririn did tell her what happened to her. He explained so detailed his fight with his classmates, which led to him being called to the teacher's room with his friend. Even after coming home, his father nagged him all out about his fights.

Which makes Widya very surprised and touched, Ririn apparently fought with her friend to defend her from the insults that her friend threw about her. If only his legs did not hurt, maybe at this time he would jump to hug his sister-in-law.

"Makanya, now I'm here to escape my father's slurs. My ears were so hot to hear his endless scolding," he said, blasting his lips.

"Ririn! You can't do that. However he is still your father, it is only natural that he counsels you" Mila said.

"Yes, yes, yes, what do you say, Mila."

The three of them faced each other, then laughed simultaneously by the speech Radit often said.

"He used to say that word to you too? I thought it was just me that he said such an annoying word," Widya said in disbelief.

"It's become a bad habit that can't be eliminated. Honestly, I always want to punch him every time I hear that word out of his mouth." Ririn demonstrated the punching movement from her fist.

"I agree" said Mila, nodding his head enthusiastically. "That remark, for some reason, always pisses me off every time I hear it."

During that afternoon they spent telling various things about Radit that Widya did not know. After listening to their story, Widya now began to somewhat understand Radit's behavior that always bwrikap good to anyone Initially he suspected Radit behaved like that because he wanted to look good. But in fact, he did it so as not to embarrass his father's name. Hence, as much as possible Radit always kept his attitude in front of the citizens here.

Widya also felt sorry when she heard the story about her husband being forced to quit his job as an accounting at a large company in Yogyakarta. Radit was willing to abandon his dream as an office clerk in the city to take care of his father and sister in the village after the three of them were abandoned by his mother who died of heart disease.

My poor husband. It must have been very painful for him.

Now his hatred for Radit has somewhat diminished, although Widya has not been able to like him wholeheartedly. But at least she can be good friends with her husband. There is nothing wrong with making friends with her husband. At least it's better than considering her husband a stranger or her enemy.

***

The sky was almost dark when Radit arrived at his house. He did not expect his meeting with the buyers to take a lot of time. Of course now, the washing machine he had bought had arrived at his house.

Knocking on the door, he waited for Widya to open the door for him. A sense of dejavu crawled his spine when his wife did not appear to open the door. Turning the doorknob, he breathed a sigh of relief because the door was unlocked. At least this means Widya is inside the house.

Surprisingly, the situation in his house was so pitch dark. All the lights were turned off, except for the porch lights. Turning on the lamp, he called out his wife's name, but there was no response.

Suspecting Widya as asleep in her room, Radit knocks on her door before turning the doorknob to make sure her wife is there.

There's no one. Go inside to check Widya's closet, where Radit finds his wife's clothes intact, not a single piece of clothing missing. Even his big suitcase was next to his closet.

Where is his little wife, then?

Exit the room, closed the door again Widua room as before. Walking into the kitchen, Radit put the souvenirs he brought from the city onto the dining table. The washing machine near the bathroom.

Everything is in its place. Only one is missing, his wife. Scratching his head in confusion, Radit walked into his room, and he gave him his room lamp. Almost he screamed loudly - as Widya often did when she was shocked - she immediately swallowed her scream before it could come out of her mouth.

On his bed sat a long-haired woman, bowing her head. The scary figure was none other than Widya, his wife, who was casting a gaze, which strangely again seemed to be angry at him.

"What are you doing there? You look like a ghost! I almost had a heart attack by your sighting. Did you do it on purpose?" he pointed out, stroking the chest calmed his heartbeat which was still beating fast.

Taking something from beside her body, Widya brandished the familiar box in her eyes. "What'sthis? Do you have an affair out there!?" Widya's chest is deflated, emotion seems to get a box containing a ring from her room.

"Where did you get it?" tanyanya nervous.

"Just answer my question!" His wife's hysterical, his eyes glared furiously at Radit. "Is your affair from Yogyakarta, my husband?" furious, gripped the ring box tightly until his finger turned white.

Surprised to hear the word Yogyakarta, Radit felt his heart beating fast not because of surprise anymore, but because nervous to answer what.

Stuttering to face her, Widya threw the ring box to her chest with all her might. "You're a cheating man!"

Slowly moving toward Widya, he squeezed her slowly to calm her anger. "Calm down, I can explain."

Brushing Radit's hand off her shoulder, Widya looked at him in disgust. "Don't touch me with your dirty hands!"

How shocked Radit saw his wife's eyes now turn teary when he looked at her. The position of the establishment was a bit shaky until it almost made him fall, if only he did not quickly hold it.