The Hate That Ends Marriage

Freedom

Unable to hold it in anymore, Widya spouted her laughter. Ririn was grinned by Widya's burst of laughter.

"That's right, hehe. Maybe, my instincts?" tanyanya.

"Insting what the fuck," Widya sneered.

"Ah, bodolah time. Anyway for me Kak Widya is my most Sister-in-law The Best," she gave her thumbs up expressing her pride. "Sister Nadin is nothing compared to Sister Widya."

"I don't trust you." His efforts to look fierce failed miserably by his happy smile.

Wrapping her hands on her arms, Ririn smiled as sweetly as she could. "So, now you're not angry anymore, are you?"

Scrambling Ririn's hair, he nodded his head, confirming his sister-in-law's question. Free to try to look angry at him, it will not work, he loves his sister-in-law too much.

Ririn had an unavoidable charm. He can always make people happy with his playful behavior. Especially his chatter that always makes Widya entertained to hear it. In contrast to his brother who always raises the childish side in him.

Inevitably Widya admitted to herself if she was always childish when faced with Radit's annoying attitude. His always pretentious behavior challenges Widya to correct him. Every chance he could not resist against every word Radit threw at him. This household life looks like a badminton match, every day she always has to fight each other with her husband.

Confused at Widya who suddenly chuckled, Ririn looked at her like she was looking at a madman.

"Don't look at me like that! I'm still sane," he scolded Ririn.

"I don't look at it that way" elak Ririn.

"Omong empty!"

The two of them continued their conversation by discussing something else. Widya has gotten a lot of information she needs, so she no longer wants to listen to Radit's past love story in more detail. If Radit and his ex were the same age, of course, now his ex is married. So, he did not have to worry about the third person, who would suddenly appear to damage the household of the two of them.

Widya does not want to think about why she does not like Radit to meet her ex again. Even though in the depths of his heart, Widya knew very well if he seemed to have feelings that he did not want to admit to himself or others. Jealousy is only for fools, who are afraid of losing their partners, and it is not like that.

It is simply a feeling of not wanting to share something that belongs to him to anyone. It has nothing to do with the stupid emotion of jealousy.

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After work, Radit accidentally runs into his best friend, Mila. He had not seen his friend for a long time. He felt that lately Mila likes to avoid it. After he thought about it carefully, it started since he was married to Widya.

Radit thought, maybe Mila behaved like that because she did not want others to misunderstand the closeness of the two of them. Although everyone in this village already knows they are both just friends, of course it is not good to look familiar with a married man.

This time they can no longer cope with their relationship that has begun to stretch. However, Radit was relieved that his childhood friend could be familiar with Widya.

Waving her hands awkwardly, Mila forced a smile on her face. Radit really felt sorry for her.

"You're home, huh? Emm.. That's me," scratching her head, Mila looked puzzled as to what else to say in order for the awkward situation between the two of them to end soon.

"No need to be that awkward, Mil. We don't do anything wrong, just behave as usual" Radit said softly. "If you are uncomfortable with my existence, I will leave immediately before you."

Looking at her, Mila smiled apologizing to her. "I'm sorry if I offended you, Dit. I just haven't gotten used to your current status. It would be weird if I acted like I used to with you."

"I get. You don't have to explain it. I know, you need time with my status now." He patted Mila's shoulder as he passed her. "See you again."

Radit could feel that Mila was looking at him from behind. Actually he misses his jolly friend so much, it feels so empty to not be able to hear the carefree laughter of his friend like before. The awkwardness between the two of them was frustrating, but there was nothing he could do. Now she is not as free as ever who can be friends with anyone, she now has a wife, who certainly does not like her husband to hang out with any woman.

Upon arriving at his house, Radit knocked on the door, then waited for Widya to open the door as usual. His taping was only greeted with Widya's screams from inside the house, if he could open the door himself. Thinking his wife was busy with his homework, Radit immediately entered the house.

The mood that had been grim because of meeting Mila earlier immediately grew even more somber when he saw the scenery in his house. His head seemed to be pulsing, maybe his words last night will really happen. He's gonna have a stroke because of his lazy wife.

Sitting casually with her legs extended to the table, Widya is seen chatting pleasantly with someone on her phone. Clamping the phone with the side of her face, she looked very seriously adorning her nails with nail polish. Worse still, his surroundings were filled with crumbs of food he had not cleaned, a few packs of his empty-looking snacks lying on the table.

From his standing position Radit could see there were some ants that entered into his snack pack.

What terrible thing caused this chaos around him? Is the chat so important that they let their house fall apart like this?

Clenching his hands together, Radit resisted Widya's body-shaking urge right then and there. Gritting his teeth, he spoke between his teeth.

"What are you doing?"

Sensing Radit's wrath from his tone, Widya quickly ended the conversation on her phone. He immediately shuffled uneasily in his seat, the funny thing was that his tone sounded calm, as if he had done nothing wrong.

"You don't have to be so angry. I was just chatting with my aunt. We haven't been in contact with each other for a long time."

"I don't forbid you from talking to a friend or anyone, but look at this mess around you!" Radit stretched out his hand so that Widya would come to her senses with the mess she had done.