The Hate That Ends Marriage

Suspicions

After finishing cooling his entire body in the bathroom, Radit immediately dried his body. When he put his towel there was a noise from outside the bathroom door. Rushing out he found Widya cooking something that he did not know what it was because Widya was so busy struggling with her cooking that she did not realize if Radit walked over to her.

"What are you doing?" radit asked, bending his head to see what Widya was cooking.

Without looking at her, Widya replied in an impatient tone. "Even fools know I'm cooking right now."

"I know you're cooking, but whoever sees you thinks you're fighting a beast but only fried eggs" Radit said in a mock response.

Waving her hair, Widya turned her head to face Radit irritatedly. "I don't have time to argue with you. I suggest to you, you better get out of here before this cooking oil is thrown at you."

"Just do it, and then it will become a KDRT. I can't wait to wait for it."

"Roman!" widya's getting more emotional.

"Alright, alright. Don't get angry so dong, just because fried eggs doang."

Dismantling her spatula beside the stove, Widya turned her back while shaking her waist towards it.

"This is not just Common Fried Eggplant, O My Husband Who Sok Knows! This is the first egg I've cooked for you that sucks." Widya's eyes glared angrily at Radit.

"Oh!"

Radit does not know what else to say, he can only call for that one word quietly from his mouth at Widya's shocking confession.

"Now leave me alone!" throw away Widya, turn her body again to resume her battle with her fried eggs. "Ah, fuck! Gosong. In this case, I'll have to repeat it again." The glint of his piercing eyes returned to Radit.

Radit only replied with an awkward smile while apologizing. Then walked quickly to her room before Widya spouted out even more anger at her. Closing the door of his room slowly, he leaned against the door of his room while exhaling a sigh of relief. The longer he was there with his grumpy wife, then he would also be a charred-like fried egg earlier-due to the blaze that lit up in Widya's eyes.

In his mind, he actually wondered what possessed Widya to cook her fried eggs. In fact, he once said that he did not like to be exposed to splashes of cooking oil. So, of course, it's very strange for Radit if Widya is willing to cook eggs without her asking.

Did he do this to make amends this afternoon?

Did the young man who visited this afternoon to his house have a special relationship with Widya in the past? Is that why he's done something he's never done in this whole time?

So many questions were raging inside Radit's head, and none of those questions pleased him at all. He really does not like the contents of his mind about the ulterior purpose of Widya cooking fried eggs for him. It really makes Radit annoyed at himself for being suspicious of Widya just because of a fried egg.

Opening his closet with a very rough pull, Radit was shocked as his closet swayed by the pull. He did not realize that the pull was so strong that almost made himself hit by his own closet. If it happens, then he will look like a fool in Widya's eyes for venting his anger on a wardrobe.

When he finished dressing and tidying himself up, Radit immediately walked out of the room. She can't wait for Widya's answer about the foreign man who visited her today. And, there near the dining table stood Widya with a bright smile arch etched into her pretty face while pulling a chair for her at the dining table. It looks like his wife's mood has improved, Radit thought.

A bright smile on Widya's face forced Radit to comply, though he was very awkward with the situation. She doesn't want Widya to be angry with her anymore.

Forcing a smile on his lips, Radit sat on the chair Widya had pulled for him.

After Radit sat on the chair he wanted, Widya ran over to sit on the chair opposite her while holding her face with her hands. Then Widya looked at him so intensely there, her eyes twinkling at him, her smile never leaving her lips either. In silence he waited for Radit to eat the eggs he had prepared at the dinner table.

"Are you not eating?" ask Radit.

"I'm full. Eat up! Don't think about me, I can take care of myself" he said cheerfully.

Looking at his plate back, Radit pushed the plate away from him. Suddenly Widya immediately looked at him astonished by his refusal to eat eggs that he had painstakingly cooked for Radit. At first glance the glint of his eyes looked injured, but quickly the glint disappeared as if it was just Radit's delusion.

Reaffirming her seat position on the chair, Widya pulled the plate Radit had turned towards her, and prepared to eat the food alone.

"Don't misunderstand me first." Pulling the plate away from Widya, he put it back in the middle of the table. "I'll eat it after you answer my question."

For a moment Widya seemed confused by Radit's words, her eyes blinked several times thinking about what question Radit meant. Not long after, an understanding emanated from his eyes upon knowing what his words meant just now.

"I don't think you should eat my food for fear of poisoning. Geez, stupid me," he chuckled, looking at Radit in shame. "The man is my cousin. I don't know what you're hearing from other people until it makes you so curious about my cousin's arrival. She came here today to give me a wedding present and to visit my grandmother."

"Cousin?"

"Yes. 'Sepupu'. Who else is he? My ex? My dark lover? It can't be!" sahut Widya.

Squinting his eyes, Radit looked at Widya seriously until his laughter stopped. Disliked by her gaze, Widya raised her brow next to him, waiting for the words Radit would say to her.

"If she's really 'Your cousin', then why do you have to embrace her so mesraanya?"

"We hadn't seen each other for a long time, so, when I greeted him, Andre suddenly hugged me so tightly. Since childhood we have been familiar, so it is not unusual. Anyway I immediately let go of her embrace because of the unpleasant gaze that people directed at us both," Widya replied at length.

"Is that so? I heard him kiss you too. On the cheek," Radit said, deliberately emphasizing the last word with a suspicious tone.

The powerful punch of Widya's hand on the dining table surprised Radit, his heart seemed to be slipping out of his chest by the force of his punch.

"What kind of empty muzzle is that!" widya exclaimed, her breath hunting, her eyes gleaming furiously by the accusation. "Which goddamn person has spread such despicable gossip? Tell me her name, let me chop her mouth with a chunk of ice," Widya burst out determinedly.