The Hate That Ends Marriage

Deal

Humbling her body, Radit rubs her face with Widya, then she examines her face, looking for something Widya doesn't know what it is. Raising a bit of his head, Radit whispered in his ear. "If I hadn't known you too much, I might have thought you were jealous right now." Returning his head, a satisfied grin slanted on his lips. "Of course I was wrong. Isn't that right, my wife?"

Widya could feel her face now definitely look blushing. In fact, his throat felt blocked. Now Radit's eyes look like they're dancing, mocking his silence.

"Of course you're wrong" Widya replied, relieved her voice wasn't shaking. "Jealous? Ha! What kind of joke is that? Don't get big head first, my husband. You need to remember, we both got married on the basis of compulsion, not because we liked each other. Even so, what's wrong if I want loyalty from you? I don't want to be considered pathetic by people for having a cheating husband. Up here, do you understand?" ask Widya to be sober.

That annoying grin has not disappeared from Radit's face. "I understand very well, my wife."

"I told you, I'm not jealous! I just don't like sharing what's mine." Widya punches Radit in the chest, exasperated by her accusations.

"Of course, I'm yours, my dear wife." Radit's smile was full of meaning. "And again, I said I didn't believe you, did I? I said, 'I understand'. So, where's the fault of my words?" ask Radit, put on a plain face.

"Ah, never mind, tired of me explaining it to you," turning her face away, Widya pushed Radit's body aside. "I want to eat."

"I don't know if this 'My affair' has kept you from eating all day. Do you think that much of her?" said Radit with an amused tone.

Reversing her body, Widya scrunched her forehead at Radit. She was very unhappy to hear the taunts from her husband. Taking a deep breath, Widya tried to hold herself back from the provocations that her annoying husband did.

Widya will not let Radit feel happy because he has managed to provoke igniting his emotions. Glancing at the ring box in the corner near Radit's wardrobe, he stepped closer, then picked up the empty little box. As a result of the throw earlier, now the ring that should be in the box has drifted out of nowhere.

Walking up to Radit, she placed the empty box in the palm of her husband's hand. Surprised at his sudden attitude of giving the ring box away, Radit stared blankly at the object in his palm.

"You better find your own memory ring. When you find it, immediately throw the ring into the trash. I don't want to see that thing in this house anymore" Widya ordered.

Clapping Radit's palm, an idea suddenly sprang into his mind. "I have an idea. Don't throw! Instead, sell the ring. After that, buy me something as a result of the sale." Widya smiled widely, amazed by her brilliant idea.

"Sell it?" radit asked, looking confused.

"Why? You don't want to? Are you still not ready to give up your beloved?" Crossing his hands, Widya looked at him impatiently.

"It's not so! I'm just surprised by the ideas that pop into your head. Alright, as you wish, I will get rid of this thing as soon as possible. You can keep my promise." He put a ring box on his palm.

"Then, it's settled. Problem solved."

Leaving Radit alone in his room, Widya walks towards the kitchen to look for something that can take away his hunger. On the dining table, he saw a parcel bag that caught his attention. Pulling out the contents inside the bag, he squealed happily to find his favorite pastry.

Carrying the parcel bag, Widya almost ran to the room to come to Radit, fortunately he immediately remembered his legs had not healed completely. Trying to get to Radit's room as quickly as possible, Widya skipped around with one leg.

"Did you bring me souvenirs? How do you know I like this cake?" tanyanya, raised the parcel bag in her hand.

"really? Is this really from my mom?" widya exclaimed, wiggling the parcel bag in her hand.

"Yes, right."

Radit smiled as he saw the look of joy on Widya's face when he found out that the cake was a gift from his mother. She seemed to miss her mother's cooking.

Turning his attention back under the closet, Radit felt frustrated that he had not found his ring. Glancing at Widya who was still standing in the doorway of her room, Radit asked for her help so that her ring was found faster.

"Can't you help me? I'm having trouble finding the ring you lost. Are you not responsible for looking for it? 'And you threw it so it fell out of nowhere."

Suddenly a happy smile disappeared from Widya's lips. "I don't want to see that damn ring again. It's your responsibility to find him, and remove him from this house."

Before the words of protest came out of her mouth, Widya had already turned around to leave her room. Sighing resignedly, Radit crouched back in search of the ring that had made him suffer all night.

_In the Residence of Mr. Darman_

Finished serving dinner at the dinner table, Ms. Gina immediately sat down with Mr. Darman at the dinner table.

"Oh yes, Pa, Radit came by this afternoon," said Bu Gina starting the conversation first.

"really? Is our son, Widya, coming with him?" ask Mr. Darman, pretending to be unconcerned.

Smiling little, Ms. Gina glanced at her husband who pretended not to care about the arrival of her daughter-in-law. She could see that her husband was eager to hear the news of his beloved daughter, Widya, only that she was too embarrassed to reveal it publicly.

"Papa's gonna find out Widya's sick herself, so, she can't be coming with Radit here."

"Mama's right too" agreed Darman nodded. "The father did not think the same mind of our child, he could have decided to run away from home just because of the washing machine problem alone. Fortunately, our daughter-in-law, Radit, is patient, so she can understand Widya's childish attitude."

Putting the spoon on her plate irritated, Bu Gina looked at her husband sharply. "Papa don't blame Widya for that dong! Our son is not used to his new life as a housewife. This is all very new to him. Surely he still needs time to get used to."

Sighing, Mr. Darman massaged his temple, dizzy to think about the household affairs of his son. "Yes, papa knows. But it also does not justify her doing of humiliating her husband in front of the neighbors. Papa was so ashamed of Mr. Benny by the child's childish behavior."

"We can only hope that this will not happen again" said Bu Gina, cupping her hand in the hand of Mr. Darman who was on the dining table.

"Hopefully," replied Mr. Darman, clapping Bu Gina's hand over his.