The Hate That Ends Marriage

Intruders

Leaning himself against the wall facing Widya, Radit replied in a flat tone. "Of course I have. I parked my vehicle in my father's house, because I only use it if I want to go downtown. I'm used to walking, so, I don't need a vehicle just to go to all the places in this village. Walking is good for health."

"You're used to it. Then, what about me?"

"Where are you going? You don't have to walk as far as I do."

At once Widya's gaze became cynical. "Do you expect me to stay in this house like a prisoner? I also need to take a walk out of the house. Moreover, I have lived here, of course I must know the ins and outs of this village."

"You have a point too" agreed Radit, nodding small.

Flicking her finger in the air, Widya smiled brightly. "Then buy me a car! I can't ride a motorcycle."

"That's right! We don't need a car to take you around this village. It will only make you look haughty in the eyes of the residents here" Radit protested.

"Bodo time with people's responses, the important thing is that I feel comfortable."

"I refuse." Radit expressed his rejection so firmly, his tone told him there was no more protest.

Clenching her lips until she looked thin, Widya showed her annoyance in silence. His eyes glared furiously at Radit.

Waving his hand, Radit seemed to dismiss their chatter about the vehicle. Changing the topic, his voice sounded curious when asking Widya.

"By the way, tumben once you wake up in the morning? What's gotten into you, you're usually gonna wake up if I wake you up."

Throwing her face, Widya refused to answer Radit's question. He still looks upset because his wish did not materialize. Not wanting to prolong the trouble between them, Radit immediately resigned to leave for work. He did not want his mood to become gloomy this morning due to a fight with his wife, whose childish attitude began to crumble again.

Realizing Widya's desire continuously is not a wise act, it will only make his wife more spoiled. So, instead of arguing over his endless desires, Radit better leave. Maybe that will make Widya calmer.

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Peering from the gap of the window curtain, Widya stared intently at Radit's back which slowly began to disappear from her sight. Closing the window curtain violently, Widya punched the sofa backrest, venting her annoyance at not being able to punch her irritating husband's face.

It was smart for her husband now, she thought upset. Not wanting to debate the matter any longer, he chose to run away from before him.

Dropping herself on the sofa, Widya calmed her nerves that felt almost severed. It is time he accepted the fact that now he must try to live independently like the villagers. There was no more luxury like the one he had in the city. This was the biggest challenge of his life, trying to be independent without having to rely on machines for his convenience.

During the day, Widya entertained herself by watching television. To be honest, he was tired of his daily routine that was not far from the television, room, kitchen, and others, in this house. Glancing at the living room, Widya sighed. Every day also he always awaits the arrival of guests to accompany this very boring day.

He was surprised by the noise coming from outside his home. It was like hearing someone running out there. Just as Widya got up from where she was sitting to check things out, someone was heard opening her door and closing it hard.

What is a burrow? Is the thief hiding from the residents? Stupidly he forgot to lock the door of his house earlier, inner Widya.

Rising towards the kitchen, he took a frying pan that was hung near the stove. How dare the thief enter my house, thought Widya upset, back to settle to see the uninvited guest who is now in her living room.

His heart seemed to slip from his chest as a head dived from the side of the wall of his living room. His hand was already preparing to attack the vane when consciousness immediately stopped him. Finally the frying pan was lowered to his side.

"Geez, Ririn! You surprised me," Widya exclaimed, touching her chest.

Lowering her hand that was preparing to block Widya from hitting her head, Ririn scowled at her.

"I'm sorry, brother. I didn't mean to startle Brother, but Ms. Leni chased after me with a barrage of questions that made my ears hot to hear her chattering. In a hurry to escape from his pursuit, I forgot to knock on the door," said Ririn gasped, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Come in! I'll get you a drink" Widya asked.

Ririn left alone in the family room to provide drinks for her sister-in-law.

Sitting leisurely in her seat, Ririn smiled shyly as Widya caught her eating the snack she had eaten while watching television alone. Putting the drink on the table, Widya smiled understandably at Ririn, and told her to be relaxed, which Ririn immediately followed by devouring various kinds of snacks at once into her mouth.

"Running around wastes my energy" Ririn explained with a mouthful of food.

"No need to rush so, later you can choke. Relax, no need to worry. I've known for a long time that your appetite is huge."

"It's probably because I'm so young, so it's easy to starve. I'm sure if I'm an adult, my appetite won't be like this anymore."

"Eating has nothing to do with age, Rin," Widya said, chuckling.

Exasperated by her words, Ririn was weaving her lips like a duck, which made her look very adorable to Widya.