The Hate That Ends Marriage

Flirtation

Exhaling a trembling breath, Widya was relieved Radit had left her. He could feel all of his blood draining from his face, his heart racing in his chest as well, so he was afraid that his heart would jump out right then and there. That fleeting touch was thrilling, but also frightening for him.

It was the first time Radit touched her so affectionately, he really didn't know how to respond, so he could only freeze in her place like a fool. Moreover, his tongue feels funny to throw spicy words, so that Radit stops teasing him.

What the hell happened to me? Did I get hit by that shitty Radit seduction magic? Ah, crap! Radit must have been really happy with my silent reaction.

"Oh yeah, Wid, didn't you see the gift I bought for you at the dinner table?" radit shouted from inside his room.

A bounty?

"When we got home earlier, I didn't pay attention to my surroundings very well, so I didn't know you had bought anything for me" Widya shouted back as well.

The sound of a small laugh was heard from inside Radit's room. "Try checking. I'm sure you'll be happy with my gift."

Following that order, Widya moved from where she was sitting to see the reward that Radit meant. On the dining table lay a lot of stuff there. Opening one by one the package, Widya found a variety of objects there, but of all the items only one thing that makes her happy, namely a large box containing her favorite tart. Sipping her saliva, Widya was so tempted to see the cake. It's been a long time since he's eaten a tart.

"Do you like it?" radit asked, his head dipping from beside Widya's head.

Aware of that closeness, Widya shifted away from him. "When have you been behind me?"

"Since your eyes have been glittering at this tart," Radit replied, imitating Widya's facial expression when he first saw the cake.

Widya giggled at the impersonation. "You look weird with that kind of facial expression, it doesn't really match your big body."

Hearing that, Radit also let out a small laugh. "I'll just imitate you."

"Where do you know I like tarts?"

"Your mother told me that you like sweet foods like this, when I told her about the cancellation of the trip we visited them in the city."

At once Widya's face returned moody from being reminded of it. Radit quickly changed the subject. "Don't you want to taste it?"

Sliding the cake box closer to her, Widya cut the cake with a plastic knife next to the cake. Taking the piece of cake, Widya's eyes closed tightly enjoying the softness sensation of the cake in her mouth.

"It's really delicious. Would you like to try it?" His hand outstretched giving a piece of cake that he had bitten to Radit.

Taking the cake from his hand, Radit put the piece of the cake in his box back. "I don't really like sweet cakes like this, but if this," she took the cream that stuck to Widya's cheek, "I like it. Very sweet. It'd be even sweeter if I took it with you-"

Smothering Radit's mouth with her clean hands, Widya stopped her unfinished speech. "If you intend to embarrass me, yes, you succeeded. So, please, stop saying those nasty words out of your mouth."

Then Widya quickly pulled her hand which covered Radit's mouth. He was so shocked at what Radit had just done to his palm just now.

"You kissed my palm!" widya was surprised.

Staring in disbelief, Widya clenched her kissed hand as tightly as she could. The longer her husband was getting wild, Widya thought in horror.

"Stop looking at me like I'm a beast. I'm not gonna eat you alive." His laughter exploded seeing Widya's eyes growing wider staring at him. "By the way, is that the only cake you like? Don't you like my other gifts?"

Radit took out all the things he had bought, then placed them on the dining table.

"I don't like it, especially the clothes you bought for me. What the fuck!" Widya lifts her disgust at the tacky shirt Radit bought for her. "I've got more than enough casual clothes, so there's no point in you buying me a village dress like this."

"This is not a village, you are a fashionable pretender. Most of the women in this village wear clothes like this. It's better to wear a covered shirt like this than the one you always wear. This will make you look just like the people in this village."

"I don't like to look like anyone else. I love my style of dress, and have no intention of changing it. You should give long clothes and skirts to others" Widya suggested. Clenching her hands together, Widya's eyes flashed with delight as she looked at Radit. "Now that I know, who to give that shirt to."

"Who?" ask Radit curiously.

"Mila's. He'll have a lot of clothes that look like this."

"I bought it for you, not for anyone else. This dress should not be given to anyone. Like it or not, this shirt is yours." Radit put the clothes on Widya's hands.

"Like it or not, I'll never wear it" Widya replied curiously, her face scowling with annoyance.

"Whatever."

"Keep what the bull doll and Angry Bird keychain that you buy, not really useful," Widya ledek.

"Aren't you aware that these two things depict you, especially this doll." Approaching the bull doll beside his face, Radit nodded happily at the comparison. "Component."

Keeping the doll away from her face, Widya glared angrily at Radit. "Whatever it is, it is you who look like the bull."

Radit covered both ears of the bull doll. "Huss, don't do it, your twin is angry." Gently stroking the bull's head, Radit hugged him tightly. "The poor bull."

"It seems you're going crazy." Widya clicked her tongue while tidying up the items on the dining table.

"Happy cleaning. I'll wait for you in the room with your twin on the bed." Widya patted her shoulder lightly before going to her room.

For a while now, Widya had forgotten about it. Now he thought back to the punishment that awaited him there. Picking up the cake he had not eaten before, he devoured it quickly, hoping that the sweet taste of the cake could relieve his stress.

"I have no intention of going to sleep yet, you go to sleep first! I want to watch TV first, "he shouted, telling Radit who had entered the room.

"Then, I will also watch TV with you," Radit replied shouting inside the room.

Damn, this perverted husband doesn't want to let me out of his grip that easily. My history is over, there's no way out.