The Hate That Ends Marriage

Sulking

In the morning Radit prepared to leave for work as usual, but before Radit left he turned his face towards Widya's room. And, slowly he walked closer to the door of Widya's room that was still closed, placed his ear on the door frame to make sure if Widya was in her room. Unfortunately, no sound was heard. Knocking on the door slowly, he waited for Widya to knock him from the inside. However, there was still no answer as he wanted.

Removing his ears from the door, Radit turned the doorknob, and as he had expected, the door was locked. Glancing at the small table beside Widya's room, he hesitated for a moment, whether to take the key to Widya's spare room door there or not. Finally he decided to knock on Widya's room door again. This time, however, it was louder than before.

"Widya, open the door! If you don't open it too, I'll open the door with the spare key I have." His torment grew louder as his words were thrown.

Still his bluff did not get any answers from inside Widya's room. With a feeling of impatience, opened the drawer on a small table that kept Widya's spare room key. However, before Radit could find the key, a small voice came from Widya's room. Pasting her ear again to the door of Widya's room, she knew that the voice she heard earlier was the sound of an object that Widya threw at the door of her room. Because not long after, the same voice again stomped on the door of his wife's room.

At least the sound of the throw was somewhat a relief to Radit, because Widya was still in his room, instead of disappearing as he had expected some time ago, when he did not hear any response from inside his wife's room.

"Stop being childish." The sound of throwing things again from inside the room. "Can you respond to my words! It was like I was talking to floating objects" Radit grumbled, starting to get upset that his words were only answered with the sound of a bang being thrown.

Silence returned, no more throwing objects were heard from inside Widya's room. It seemed, his grumpy wife was determined not to talk to him anything, in a time Radit didn't know until when. Leaning his forehead at Widya's room door, he let out a long sigh.

Whatever her defense of cancelling their trip was supposed to be today, it was pointless, as Widya had already decided that Radit had given her false hope. It must have hurt a lot, to be knocked down at the last moment that hope began to manifest before your eyes.

During such a long time, Radit quietly stood in front of Widya's room door. Turning his head toward the wall clock above the living room television, Radit realized that he was now too late to his farm.

"I hope that after I get home you won't act like this again." Of course, his words only get quiet like that.

Radit stepped his foot again near the small table whose drawer had opened earlier. Then take the spare key to Widya's room in there. He did it just in case Widya would keep her room locked when she came home. So, before Widya took the initiative to take the spare key—so that Radit could not enter his room—then, he will save the key first.

On his way to his farm, Radit runs into Ririn on the road. Shaking his head, his sister looked at Radit curiously. Surely he was surprised to see Radit go to work rather misfortune than usual.

"Why did Bang Radit just go to work now?" Ririn circled Radit, like a predator observing its prey. "Did something happen that delayed Bang Radit's departure? For example, a husband and wife quarrel, is that it?" look deeper, tapping her index finger on her chin very seriously.

Nudging Ririn's ears slowly, he shook his index finger in front of his sister's face, whose head was always full of curiosity.

"You're late by anything, it's none of your business, Son of a bitch."

Grimacing in pain, Ririn released Radit's jewel from her ear. "Iihhh, what the hell! Don't play jewer like dong, Bang."

"It's not that strong that's his jewer brother. Don't dramatize anything ordinary, Rin."

"You're strong cake, not cake, still sick." Her lips were piercing Radit. "I'm just doing it, that's why it's sensi."

"Who will try" protested Radit. "Oh, there's school! Oh yeah, I heard from dad recently, you had a fight with your schoolmate. The school was to learn to be smart, not fight to be a thug."

The change of topic managed to stop Ririn from asking more questions about Radit's delay that morning. His sister immediately glared angrily at him, brandishing her fists in front of Radit, beating Radit's chest with all her strength.

"Bang Radit knows what the hell about me. What if fighting once always signifies I want to be a thug, then?" Hit again. "It's all I do for Brother's wife too." The third time the blow was held by Radit.

Taking a look, Ririn pulled her fist from Radit's grasp. "Find out yourself. Huh!"

Walking past him, Ririn deliberately flapped her shoulders at Radit's elbow, to show her regret for the reproach Radit had given earlier. Pulling Ririn's collar from behind, Radit stopped his sister from leaving. Turning her head over her shoulder, Ririn lashed Radit's hand to remove his grip from the collar of her shirt.

"Explain to me what you said earlier, if you want me to let go."

"About my strength is not as strong as Abang, then just as arbitrary Abang narik my clothes like playing pull mine. Lepassin! My collar will stretch." Ririn thrashed to release Radit's grip from her uniform.

"Jawab first!" his orders with a firm tone.

As soon as Ririn's roar came to a halt, she fluttered back to Radit. "I fought because Kak Widya defended from the ridicule of my schoolmate" he replied weakly.

"Gupped?" radit was confused.

His grip on the collar of Ririn's shirt loosened, which of course was felt by his sister, because he immediately escaped from his weak grip. His face was now facing Radit with a furious look.

"Yes, teasing. I'm not fighting like you think, I just don't accept that Kak Widya is insulted by others, so I'm out of control. Then beat their dirty mouths." His fist was again raised before Radit to express his regret at that time.

Radit smiled unconsciously at the story. Ririn's hair ruffled by the act of beating her friend. Of course it does not make his sister happy because his hair was so messy by Radit, his lips came back manyun while nagging Radit again.

"Yes, brother apologizes for accusing you carelessly earlier, but brother still does not justify your actions that jontos with your friend. Next time don't repeat. If they are still mocking your wife, ignore it. There's no point in you serving, and they're becoming." Radit rattled his sister's hair.

Upset by Radit's act of ruffling her hair again, Ririn jumps up to ruffle her hair as well, then runs away from him.

"I don't promise" he shouted from a distance, his tongue sticking out mocking Radit.

Seeing his brother's behavior, Radit just shook his head, and resumed his journey to the farm.

***

The sky was dark when Radit came home. Not as usual today he came home a bit late, because he stopped by first to the city center to buy Widya something. Surely this gift will make his angry wife will feel happy, even more so he bought the gift from the sale of the ring that Widya expected to sell, and in exchange for something for her.

Moreover, the gift he would give was something that his wife would definitely like. This afternoon when Radit told his parents-in-law that today he did not go to the city with Widya, he also got information from his mother-in-law, if the gift he brought this will make Widya's feelings improve again. Hence, before returning home he stopped by the city center first to buy Widya something she liked, hoping it would ease her anger.

Impatiently giving Widya a surprise as soon as possible, Radit immediately opened the door of his house. However, the door is locked. Riding through his pants pocket Radit searches for the spare key to the house he always carries. After entering, he immediately turned on all the dead lights inside, then put his luggage on the dining table in the kitchen while calling Widya's name. As before, there was no reply from inside his wife's room.

This time Radit's patience is over, so, in a hurry to open the door of Widya's room with the key she saved earlier. Opening the door to the room as wide as possible, Radit found that there was no one inside. Turning on Widya's room lamp, the view circulated looking for traces of his wife's whereabouts.

Running into Widya's room, he immediately opened his wardrobe, and found that his wife's clothes were only a little there. That's when he realized that Widya's big suitcase was also not in the room. It only signified one thing, the Defendant Wife ran away again.