The Hate That Ends Marriage

Surprise

As a result of thinking too much about the young man who came to visit Widya today, Radit could not focus on working at all while on the farm. That is why before dusk Radit was in front of his house, waiting for Widya to open the door for him as usual. However, Radit's impatience caused him to just enter his house.

After passing through his living room, Radit turned and looked surprised at the scenery in his family room. Widya's shrieking voice was not something that surprised her but Widya's appearance which made Radit stunned in place. In front of her, Widya was wearing a towel to cover her body, her hands were holding a small towel to dry her hair. Water droplets from her hair passed through her collarbone, descending downward until they were lost in a place covered by a towel. His eyes could not turn away from the sight because the appearance of his wife looked so voluptuous. His mind was instantly filled with naughty things.

Noticing Radit's gaze following the water droplets from his body, Widya cleared her throat to resuscitate Radit from his perverted reverie. His voice sounded so calm as he asked Radit about his faster-than-usual return.

Instead of answering Widya's question directly, Radit just turned his head to look at Widya with a look of confusion. His wife's calmness, for some reason, looked so strange to Radit. Because his wife is always ashamed of things like this. However, now he looks rather indifferent to the situation between the two of them, which Radit thinks is a bit too tempting.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Is there something strange on my face?" asked with a plain face, his hands felt his face looking for something that might just be stuck on his face.

"Your face is fine, the strange thing is you. Ah, that's it." Radit's flickering hand signaled he did not want to explain the oddity further.

Calming himself from the overflow of passion that still gnawed at him, Radit turned his face away from his wife's seductive appearance.

"You haven't answered my question, why are you coming home sooner than usual?"

Hearing that question again reminded Radit of his wife's mysterious guest visit this afternoon. Turning his head back to Widya, he could not control the tone of his voice that sounded very accusatory to his wife.

"Do you expect me to go home as usual so you can be free with someone?"

This time it was Widya's turn to look at him in confusion. "Whatchu mean? I don't understand what you're talking about."

"You know what I mean. Don't you think I didn't know you had a guest this afternoon, let alone that guest was a young man. Who's she?"

For a moment silence filled the air between the two of them. A minute later - which felt like an hour by him - Widya answered his question.

"Oh, That." The smile on Widya's lips was so wide as she stared at Radit with mischievous sparkling eyes. "So, that's what got you home so fast?"

Widya's tone of voice did not know why it sounded so sticky in her ears, making Radit even more irritated. "My return has nothing to do with it. It's just that my work today is quickly done. It happens often when there's nothing else I can do."

Radit knew he was lying, but he didn't care. And, he was getting irritated when Widya's smile widened to hear the answer, as if she knew Radit was lying.

Damnit.

"I understand."

"It's good that you understand. Well, now tell me, who's the guy who visited you today? I heard you guys look so familiar."

Without wanting Radit back to trace the body of his wife was like the first time he entered the house earlier. Shaking his head to resuscitate himself, Radit once again turned his face away.

"alright. We'll talk about this later. I also want to take a shower."

"Thank God. I think you'd rather we talk to my situation like this, but it seems I was wrong" Widya said, teasing Radit who was still turning his face away.

His little laugh followed his footsteps that walked towards his room. The sound of laughter began to be heard no more when the door of his room closed quietly in front of Radit.

For a moment Radit just flinching in his place, he did not trust himself to move from where he was now. Because he knows if he moves now then all he does is step his feet toward his wife's room, not toward the bathroom.

God fucking. I do need a shower to cool my head off this dirty thought. Otherwise, when we talk later my mind will only be filled with Widya's shadow wrapped in a towel with the drop of the damn water.

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Leaning herself at the door, Widya closed her eyes, recalling the shocking encounter between herself and Radit outside her room. At that time his heart seemed to be slipping from his chest, he did not expect that today Radit would go home quickly.

His blood seemed to flow profusely into his face as Radit looked at him with a passionate look. At that moment Widya was very frightened by that gaze. Because her husband looked like he was ready to pounce on her. His gaze made Widya could only be silent fixated on her spot, instead of directly running into her room.

Surprisingly again, even though Widya was so frightened by that gaze, she also felt pleased. Really ridiculous. Fortunately, her husband did not realize that he was so embarrassed at the time. Because his gaze was only focused on looking at his body. So, before her husband realized that the situation was embarrassing, he quickly calmed himself down so that Radit could not seduce him as usual.

Smiling slightly, Widya recalled Radit's shocked face as she looked at herself in astonishment. It seemed, she really did not expect that Widya could be calm in that situation. Of course it was also that had arisen nosy in Widya to tempt Radit, as her husband always did to her. He still remembered the annoyed look Radit directed at him, it felt that at that time Widya also wanted to jump up and down in excitement because she had succeeded in replying to what Radit had done to her so far.

Not quite up there, his excitement grew when he learned Radit's return was related to the guests who visited him today. As expected that the news of the arrival of her guests will certainly be heard by her husband, but she did not expect that the arrival of her guests will make Radit jealous. It must be jealousy. He could not have misinterpreted Radit's accusatory tone as a form of jealousy.

Although he was so happy by the jealousy, on the other hand he was also so curious what people had said out there that caused Radit to become jealous like that. Because she did nothing strange that could cause jealousy from her husband.

Hmmm... Surely the thing that sounds out there is not what it really is. This village always has its own way of delivering ordinary news to be a misunderstanding.

Widya is very aware of that because she often experienced it during her stay in this village. Reassuring her body position, Widya walked to the dressing table to dry her hair. The issue of today's visit can wait until later to be explained. Right now, he needs to do something he wants to do before Radit comes.

It had to be finished before her husband finished his bath. So, Widya quickly dried her hair, and changed into clothes to prepare for the surprise she wanted to prepare for Radit, who is now certainly still bathing.

I hope my surprise works.