The Hate That Ends Marriage

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Too long chatting with her mother on the phone, Widya almost forgot to pick up her clothesline outside. The wall clock of his house has shown at 2 pm passing. His clothes are dry out there.

Although reluctant, Widya ended her conversation with her mother on the phone. If he is more concerned with his mother, Radit will nag him all day.

Taking the basket of clothes to lift her clothesline, Widya sighed as she looked at the clothes clothesline on the front page. Oh, my God, that's a lot. Widya did not know if she would be able to lift all the clothes in a basket by herself.

Trying to stand on both feet, Widya carefully moved her sprained leg. Slowly extending his legs, the weight of his body he deliberately piled on his left foot. Widya does not want to move her right leg too much, it could be that her legs will be sprained again if she is not careful in stepping.

Put one by one clothes in the basket. Then suddenly an old woman who looked a little older than her mother came to him. With her help, Widya lifted her clothes from the clothesline while inviting her to chat.

"By the way, last night I heard there was a commotion at Neng Widya's house. Did you two fight again? What are you arguing about this time?" her question was curious, her hand deliberately moved slowly lifting the clothes on the clothesline.

As Widya guessed there must be something she wanted so she wanted to help him lift his clothes without asking for it. There was no way anyone in this village would be willing to help her without anything Widya had to give in return. In the eyes of the residents here, Widya is just an object of gossip to accompany their tea at home.

Widya quickly lifted all her clothes on the clothesline. His voice sounded rude as he answered the question of the unknown old woman.

"If you come here just to find gossip material, you better look elsewhere. I'm not providing gossip services here," said Widya, throwing rough clothes that she lifted into the basket.

"Geez, you are so rude! Mom's just asking. You don't have to be so dong answered. Is it wrong for neighbors to care about each other?" Her nostrils expanded as she furrowed her forehead staring at Widya.

"Just live each other, ma'am. Do you have nothing to do but take care of other people's household? The rough one here Mom, not me! Sok guise helps when there is a desire. Very hypocritical," Widya snorted.

Slamming the clothes in her hands, the old woman glared angrily at Widya. "Oy, Son! Were you not taught the same manners as your parents? How presumptuous is your mouth that lashes out at that old fellow!"

"My family had nothing to do with my parents! Don't you dare insult my parents. What did I say wrong? It's true that you came here to help me just to get the gossip that you can spread out there. This is my home life. I couldn't help but come here hoping I'd answer Mom's shameless question. Everyone has privacy they want to keep." Every word Widya said, her tone getting higher and higher.

Without realizing it, Mila and Ririn were suddenly on both sides. The two of them immediately distanced Widya from the annoying old woman who had ignited her emotions. The old woman's face looked very red. He seemed to be very angry with Widya's attitude.

Let it be, at least he should be aware that his wanting attitude can make people angry.

The neighbors who witnessed the fight also distanced the old woman from Widya. They were all aware, if left too long maybe Widya and the old woman would fight each other right then and there.

"We're sorry, Mom. Widya seems to lack rest, so she is easily emotional," said Mila, representing her to apologize.

Turning her head, Widya glared angrily at Mila. "Why should you apologize? The one who should apologize here is precisely that Mother, not me!"

From the corner of her eyes Widya saw the old woman raise her hand. He seemed to be preparing to slap Widya, but her actions were immediately stopped by the person holding her. "You are yes, you need to be beaten to be aware. Aren't you ashamed of your rude attitude?"

Widya circulated her gaze, she saw everyone whispering while nodding in agreement to her words. Unfortunately, they do not want to express their thoughts bluntly like Widya.

The look of reproach was now directed at him. It always is, the wrong must always be him. Just because he expressed his thoughts to someone older than him. Young people are always wrong.

"That's it, Widya. Don't make Ms. Leni more angry" whispered Ririn in her ear. "One more time, sorry, Mom." She forced Widya's arm to come with her into the house.

"Ajarin tuh your Sister-in-law, Rin, the right way to behave with older people," Bu Leni said annoyed.

Widya refrained from replying to those words. It was free to argue with the old woman at length, the edges are still he who will be blamed.

Behind her, Mila followed with her basket of clothes, slowly closing the door of the house when they all went inside. Dipping sweat from her forehead, Mila threw her body at the chair by the door.

"It's really terrible," Mila said, shaking her head.

"Magic grandmother out there is terrible," Widya said upset, directing her gaze to the window to see that everyone had dispersed in her yard.

Ririn's giggling laughter made the two of them turn to face her.

"I'm sorry. I just agree with the nickname," closed his mouth with both hands.

"You're right. Ms. Leni is a bitch, she's always looking for trouble with everyone she meets. I remember she almost had a fight with my mother." Mila scowled in annoyance as she recalled the incident.

"really? Is he always so, like to pry information on other people's household problems?" Ririn and Mila nodded in agreement. "Then why did you stop me? The witch must be taught a lesson so as not to interfere with the lives of others anymore" Widya protested.

"It's no use, Wid. Fighting it will only make you look worse in the eyes of others. Moreover, Ms. Leni is older than you, of course it is not good to fight her like before" said Mila advising.

"Sister Mila is right. This young person like us is no match for an older person like Bu Leni. To be honest, I almost fainted when I saw Kak Widya wanted to fight jontos with Bu Leni. It was fortunate that we came just in time," relieved Ririn, exhaling a long breath.

"Imagine when this news was heard by Radit and your father, Rin. Just imagining it makes me cringe." Mila looked pityfully at Widya. "Prepare yourself, Wid. I'm sure your meeting with them will be very stressful."

"Geez! My hair suddenly goosebumps at the thought of the encounter in my head" exclaimed Ririn, showing a feather sitting on her wrist. "Take yourself, brother. I'll support you from behind," Ririn's pat on Widya's shoulder excited.

Leaning herself on the sofa, Widya let out a long sigh. He forgot that this matter would definitely be heard by his husband and father-in-law. End of the history. His body suddenly shivered at Radit's wrathful look when he returned home. He wanted to drown himself in a black hole.