The Hate That Ends Marriage

Gathering

Confused by Widya's silent attitude, Mila waved her hand in front of her face. For a few seconds there was no response whatsoever, but not for how long Widya blinked in shock at Mila who was staring in wonder at her.

"What are you thinking, Wid?" mila asked, her curiosity radiated from the gaze of her eyes that were watching Widya closely.

"It's not important. Let's go!" widya replied, forcing a smile while holding Mila's arm back.

From the glint of her eyes it was seen that Mila did not believe her words at all. However, he kept that curiosity in his mind only. She did not want Widya to feel uncomfortable by her question anymore.

"By the way, why is your appearance today different than usual?" Mila's eye gaze traced Widya's appearance from top to bottom.

"Do I look weird?" widya asked, pursing her lips looking down at the clothes she was wearing.

Smiling brightly, Mila lightly patted Widya's arm holding her. "It's not weird, it just looks like you're not the only one."

"I thought so." Widya sighed. "Unfortunately Radit the pretentious one won't agree with your opinion. This garish shirt and skirt she bought for me. He hoped that I could adjust to the people in this village" Widya lamented.

"That means you're wearing clothes like this because Radit told you to?" tanya Mila chuckled.

"Ha! That's right, Mil. I can't possibly do something I don't like just because Radit wants it" Widya snorted. "Radit doesn't have that much influence to make me the person he wants to be. I wear these tacky clothes so as not to attract the attention of people. You know for yourself, don't you know how everyone in this village looks at me as I pass by? That's why I try to dress up village girls like this. Even if it doesn't work." Sighing in frustration, Widya lowered her head in lethargy.

"That's a pity," Mila said in a tone that did not sound pitying in the least. "Indeed, who has caught you with a perfect disguise like this?"

"Who else if not the most famous annoying gossip in this entire village," said Widya ketus. "Don't be offended, I'm not mad at you." Widya put a sweet smile back on her face.

"I'm not offended" Mila smiled back. "It's a real shame on you. Of all the people who exist, why do you have to meet the queen of the demons." Murdery ringing.

"That's it."

Looking at each other, the two laughed simultaneously by the conversation. At the end of the road, the two saw a woman who was not so foreign was riding a motorcycle towards them. Stopping not far from the two of them, the woman waved her hands so eagerly at them.

"Gosh, what's he doing?" Widya turned her head in wonder at Mila who was standing beside her.

"Well, what else if not on the bike" replied Mila, sniffing her shoulders.

"That Tadpole kid can ride a motorcycle?" He showed disbelief to Ririn who was sitting casually on his bike.

"I can hear you, Sister Widya," exclaimed Ririn exasperatedly, her line of face shrinking so deeply hearing the nickname Widya had given her.

"Oops, sorry." Closing her mouth with her hands, Widya's eyes gleamed mockingly at Ririn.

"Hahhh very unfortunately, when I had intended to take Kak Widya on a motorbike with me to tour the village and come to Bang Radit on his farm. I've gone alone." Raising the standard of the motor, Ririn turned the motor back on.

Running quickly to Ririn's side, Widya's arm lightly nudged her elbow. "Eyyy, that's how angry you are. I was just kidding. I'll give you some candy."

"I'm not a child, Widya."

Simultaneously the three laughed as Widya held out a pack of candy at Ririn by wiggling her eyebrows up and down.

"Before the two of us leave, take me home first to change clothes. It feels uncomfortable to wear this long skirt," complains Widya, looking down at her long skirt. "You can ride your own motorbike to my house. Mila and I followed you from behind on foot."

"I don't think I can, Wid. I have to go home to help my mom at home." Mila looked sadly at her two friends.

"Judek. If so, we go together until if it is near your house, then I bring an umbrella." Widya opened the umbrella to shade herself and Mila. "Our house is in the same direction."

"OKAY. If so, I go to Widya's house first, yes." Ririn immediately turned back her motorbikes smartly.

Remembering something, Widya approached Ririn while handing over the keys to her house. "Because I'm on foot maybe I'll be late until. So, you can use this key to open the door if I haven't come yet."

"Okay, get it done!" Giving an exaggerated respect like a Police officer, Ririn immediately left the two of them.

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On the other hand, Radit who had finished sorting his painful waist due to falling twice by Widya last night, walked back to his farm with Deni who was with him to Mbah Romlah's place. Of course, during their trip Deni again mocked him.

Even though he had dodged it repeatedly, and told her the true cause of his sore waist, everyone did not believe him at all. Because the dark circles under his eyes strengthened their conjecture. Though the eyes of this Panda he got due to not being able to sleep soundly all night.

"Let's know, Dit, how many rounds did you spend with your wife last night to make you feel like this?" deni asked, giving a naughty look at her.

"There is no more useful question, but your perverted question" Radit scowled.

Nudging Radit's arm, this time Deni whispered a little in a coterie tone to him. "Come on, bro, don't be so stiff. Talks like this have become natural for men."

"Steach your bidat!" cetus Radit's. "I've told you, my back pain has nothing to do with all that bawdy stuff in your head."

"Alright, alright. Then, explain what those dark circles under your eyes mean?" Raising one eyebrow, Deni's eyes glittered amusedly.

Clenching his lips into a thin line, Radit refused to answer the question. Which resulted in a burst of laughter from Deni sounding so jarring in Radit's ears. Just as Radit was about to rebuke his friend's loud laughter, someone walked up to them. His hands waved at the two of them while calling their names excitedly.

Recognizing the man as his little friend, Radit immediately walked up to him. Patted his friend's back was all his might as a sign of welcome because it had not met for a long time.

"When are you coming home? You're basic, yes, no longer come to my wedding, go home and not say anymore." Radit hit him on the back again.

"Why haven't you heard, where have you been all this time? It's so hard to connect. Are you lost on an uninhabited island?" asked Deni scoffing.

"Well, you could say so. I also did not expect that the village where my grandfather and grandmother were there was no signal at all," his ring was grim. "And as for my return, I just came home yesterday." He patted Radit on his back. "I don't want to come, but the conditions don't allow me to go home fast. You are also impatient, married

hurry up to be chased by demons."

"long story. I'll tell you when there's time" Radit said, clutching his friend's shoulder tightly.

"I hear your future wife is beautiful like a goddess. Is that true?" He's on Radit's side.

"Beautiful, Lang. The proof is that our friend cannot hold back every night" Deni replied to Gilang's question to Radit.

"Can't help yourself what do you mean, Den?" tanya Gilang was confused, but she threw a mischievous look at Radit just like Deni had done to her earlier.

In an instant all the events that happened to Radit that day Deni told everything to Gilang to the details at once. Even he whispered a little to Gilang in front of Radit with a full expression.

Finished hearing the whole story, Gilang also participated in teasing Radit like the others. Being ridiculed constantly, Radit walked quickly leaving the two of them. Which of course was followed by both.

After a while, the direction of their conversation changed to another topic. With interest, Radit also listened to the conversation as he continued walking.

"Hey, do you know, I met a beautiful angel in the Book Warehouse" said Gilang, smiling meaningfully.

"Huh? How could there be an angel in our village. As long as I stay here I haven't met such a beautiful girl, unless the one you've met is Radit's wife, maybe I'll believe it" Deni chanted, snorting in disbelief.

"Of course it wasn't Radit's wife. I'm sure it is. She doesn't look like a city girl like everyone talks about Radit's wife. The girl was wearing clothes like the girls in this village, and honestly, this was the first time I had seen such a beautiful woman." Looking up at the sky, Gilang smiled considering the face of the beautiful girl he met earlier.

"Do you know his name?" ask Radit to come over.

"Sadly he didn't tell me." Gilang downcast lethargic. "But take it easy, Mila seems to be good friends with him." His eyes were staring at the two of them.

"I became curious to look like a girl," said Deni curious.

Approving the words of his friend, Radit nodded his head.

"When I see you again, girl, I'll know her with you." Gilang put his hand on Radit and Deni's shoulders on both sides of his body.

Continuing their journey again, Radit saw his friend Dimas running towards them with hunting breath. After taking a slow breath, he relayed great news to the three of them.

"Hi, Lang," he said to Gilang first. Turning his eyes to Radit, his eyes looked anxious. "There's bad news, Dit." Pause for a moment. "Your wife and your sister were in an accident. They had a collision at a junction near your farm, and...."

Before his friend Dimas finished his sentence, Radit had already darted away leaving them all behind. Panic ran through Radit's body, all he had in mind now was to immediately go to see his wife and sister, and hope that the two were not seriously injured.