The Hate That Ends Marriage

Terrified

Running frantically towards the exit of her house, Widya suddenly stopped her steps at the door, thinking that she had run away again to her grandmother's house, his premonition said this time Radit would take him home by carrying him like a sack of rice on his shoulder, and let everyone witness the incident. Although he had not known Radit for too long, but he knew it would be true if he dared to test it.

Tonight alone Radit almost smashed her grandmother's door - in case Widya wasn't late opening the doors it always did what she said if she was really angry Widya mused. It's wrong to get too carried away by emotions that cause him to forget about the punishment he will get, if he dared to oppose Radit by running away from home like some time ago.

Her stomach stiffened considering the last words Radit had said before leaving her to take a bath earlier. Widya was not ready to sleep with her husband. It's too soon for him. Although she had already accepted her status as a wife, it was her duty to serve her husband in bed. Imagining that alone made cold sweat rush down behind his back.

Wiggling her head left and right, Widya immediately brushed off the picture of sleeping with Radit inside her head. Walking back to the living room, Widya looked around her, her eyes stopped at Radit's wide-open room before her. A brilliant idea popped into her head, perhaps her husband's room was the only way for her to escape the punishment. Without waiting any longer, he immediately ran to the room as quickly as possible, afraid Radit suddenly appeared from inside the bathroom, then thwarted his plans.

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Still in a carefree mood, Radit walked leisurely towards his room. Tracing the corridors of the living room, a large bundle over the sofa facing the television caught his attention. Moving his legs slowly, he giggled in amusement realizing what was behind the bundle of blankets.

His timid little wife hid inside there, like a victim who was afraid to meet her killer. Judging from his agitated movements, it seemed that he felt uncomfortable Radit was standing too close to him.

"Stop laughing like that! That voice of your laughter makes you sound like a psychopath," Widya scolded.

"From barbarians, cheaters, liars, now you're dubbing your own husband a 'Psychopath'. Very creative," said Radit full of sarcasm. "There's no point in you hiding in there, honey. Tonight I'll keep you in my bed." The movement from inside the blanket stopped.

"Can you give me a chance to escape this punishment? If you do, I will be very grateful, My Virtuous Husband." His tone was so tense in Radit's ears.

"The rice has become porridge, which happens still happens. You reap what you plant, there is no tolerance again this time," said Radit firmly. "Do you realize, my wife, that you said really hurt my pride. Is it so horrible to sleep with me?" Radit deliberately made his voice sound so hurt.

"Aren't you the one who said it was punishment? It means that you are well aware that this will not make me happy. And in fact, it is." Folding her hands in front of her chest, Widya stared intently at him. "I strongly reject this punishment. I don't want to sleep with you. I'm not ready."

"Ready, unprepared, you'll still sleep with me. If I have to, I'll carry you in there." His head pointed towards his room.

"What does this really have to do?" Radit nodded his head in response to the question. "Where's your room key?"

A mischievous smile again curled on his lips. "Are you looking for him, my wife? Did you intend to lock yourself in my room while I was in the shower?"

Holding down on the towel wrapped around his hips, Radit showed 3 keys hanging on the edge of his towel. Both of Widya's room keys are hanging on the left side while Radit's room key is hanging on the right side. Widya's eyes widened so big at the sight, she covered her mouth with her hands, too shocked by Radit's behavior clasping the keys on the edge of her towel.

"I'm not stupid, my dear wife. I know you must have intended to lock yourself in my room when I told you of your punishment. Hence, before picking you up earlier, I had already saved my room key first." Walking closer, Radit challenges Widya to retrieve the key from the clasp of her towel. "If you don't want to sleep with me that way, let's get your keys."

Turning her already red face away, Widya pushed Radit's body away. Pulling his hand back, he squeezed his hand so tightly in his lap.

"Basar you pervert, stay away from me! Put your clothes on there! Aren't you afraid of catching a cold, walking around half-naked like that? And I told you, I don't like to see your ugly body," he said, shaking his hand to drive Radit away.

"Where did my flirtatious wife go? Didn't you just at your grandmother's house, you didn't want to get out of my body, uh, now say my body is ugly, whatever. Just tell me you're embarrassed." Radit deliberately stroked Widya's cheek.

Widya's entire body was immediately stiffened by the touch, her posture was so stiff, her eyes remained focused on the wall behind her. Afraid that his wife would fall unconscious, if he teased her even longer, Radit bailed into his room to get dressed.