The Hate That Ends Marriage

Dreamtime

Returning to the present, Radit stared at the ceiling of his room. He shook his head, trying to erase that memory from his head. Remembering it back is just tearing up his old wounds. Why should you also forget to throw away this cursed ring, his eyes grimly on the ring in his fingers.

Bangkit dari tempatnya berbaring, diambilnya kotak kecil yang ada di atas laci meja samping ranjangnya, kemudian memasukkan kembali cincin di sana. Sama seperti Widya, ia juga tidak ingin melihat cincin itu lagi. Percuma saja memikirkan masa lalu, hal itu nggak akan mengembalikan masa mudanya yang menyedihkan menjadi lebih baik. Lagi pula Radit nggak ingin mengingat Nadin lagi. Dia hanyalah masa lalu baginya, yang harus dipikirkannya sekarang adalah stri posesif yang ada di sebelah kamarnya.

Recalling Widya's jealous attitude earlier, a smile broke out on her lips. It's funny to see his wife declare this right of ownership of him. However, Radit could not blame him because he would apply the same to his wife. Like it or not, Radit also can not forgive if there is a third person between the two of them.

Radit has a high regard for loyalty. He wants to live a married life like his parents love each other. Of love? It is ridiculous to imagine that he will love each other with Widya who is loud. They both have very different personalities. It would be impossible to grow feelings of liking between them. Living side by side like this was already an amazing thing for him.

Although every day there are things that they always make a fuss, but they can always solve it without hurting each other. Not long ago Radit also realized that he was not as hated as Widya before. He slowly began to get used to Widya's irritable and outspoken attitude. Widya's rude attitude is very annoying, but Radit can still handle it.

Closing both eyes, Radit had a silly dream that night. In his dream Widya smiled lovingly at him. They both looked very happy while walking around the village. Widya is different from her present self, her nature is very pleasant, she smiles sweetly to everyone they meet on the streets.

Her carefree laughter made her face look even more radiant, her steps halted as she faced Radit. Their hands that were joined together shook him while staring spoiled at Radit, stepping closer he whispered in Radit's ear.

"I told you not to dream, my husband. I can't possibly like you" he sneered, retreating to reveal a sly smile on his lips.

Opening his eyes, Radit awakens from his dream, which he must somehow say is beautiful or bad. It felt so strange to dream of such a romantic thing with Widya, especially her dream ended with a mock sentence from her wife. Taking his watch from the table, he saw that it was too early for him to go to work.

Going back to sleep was useless, his drowsiness had already disappeared due to that strange dream. Flipping his blanket, Radit got off his bed.

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An impatient knock from her bedroom door woke Widya from her deep sleep, as usual her irritating husband always woke her up in the morning blind. Maybe he did it on purpose so that Widya got used to waking up early.

"In a moment," he said raucously, his eyes still half sleepy as he opened the door. "Should you wake me up so early? If there's anything you need to say, just write it down on paper and put it on the dinner table so I can read it" Widya scolded, grinning at Radit.

Widya's pupils widened to hear the word 'Cucian', "Are you also washing my underwear?" whispering slowly, his eyes looked straight at Radit's chest.

"of course. We are married. It's not unusual for me to wash your underwear" Radit replied firmly, inversely proportional to his face that looked rather blustery as Widya looked up at him.

"You don't have to do it. I deliberately separated my underwear so that I could wash them myself," Widya sighed, glancing left and right, afraid that their conversation would be heard by others.

"It doesn't have to be that shy, and stop talking in such a low voice. No one will hear our conversation."

Looking at Radit, Widya's skeptical gaze pierced him. "We never know. There may be a lot of ears eavesdropping behind the walls of our house."

"Don't you usually not care about that? Every day when there is a problem you are always hysterical, without thinking about the neighbors will hear it or not" Radit said.

"This is another about

It's very personal" elak Widya.

"Our household problems should also be private. Do you think that our home life is general? So, you don't care if every day we are always the gossip of everyone in this village. Is that what you mean?"

"It's not so I mean. Ah, that's it." Turning Radit's body, she pushed her husband's body away from the front of her room. "Working there! My head hurts to hear your scolding this early."

Looking over his shoulder, Radit deliberately raised his voice. "Don't forget to lift the clothesline! Our underwear I sunbathe apart from the others. I sun it next to the house" pointed it at the door near the bathroom.

Widya's shot punctured Radit's back. Even more annoying, her husband deliberately whistled cheerfully before closing the door. It seemed she was so happy to tease him this morning.