The Hate That Ends Marriage

Recognition

Wrathfully rebuking Radit's ridicule for her, Widya deliberately slammed her nails on the side of Radit's neck she embraced. Unfortunately, it did not make Radit scream in pain as he expected, but rather he squeezed Widya's arm strongly as a sign she was very dislikeful of what Widya did to her neck.

Not giving up until there until getting the response he wants, Widya is as strong as possible to make herself as I can in Radit's arms. He wants Radit soaked to carry him to their house. And, her actions this time got the attention of her husband.

Stopping for a moment in the middle of the road, Radit looked down at him. Her tears looked dark as her eyes met a look with Widya who returned glaring back at her.

"Do that again, and you will find this little body of yours I throw like a sack of rice on my shoulder" he threatened, gritting his teeth.

Realizing it was not just a mere threat, Widya immediately relaxed her posture. However, before doing so he threw a furious look at Radit who resumed his journey. He knows when to give up. Because if he did not obey the words of his barbarian husband, he would be very humiliated in front of his neighbors later.

After arriving at their home, Radit lowers Widya slowly to the floor of their porch to pick up the key in her pants pocket. Opening the door, he pushed Widya inside. As soon as the door closed, Widya instantly removed Radit's grip from her arm.

"No need to act pretentious anymore, now no one is looking," said Widya ketus. "I can take care of myself."

Ignoring his words, Radit dragged him to where the sink was to clean up the scratches on the back of his elbow.

"I can do it myself!" ronta Widya releases her wrist from Radit.

Clutching his arm strongly, Radit still forced to clean Widya's wound. "Don't fight! I'm just helping you."

"But, I don't need your help at all" Widya said in an upset voice.

"Unfortunately, I need to help you, otherwise I won't calm down" Radit said in a scowl.

"Whatchu mean? I don't understand it at all" Widya frowned.

Radit did not answer Widya's question, he just focused on cleaning Widya's wounds very carefully so as not to hurt her. After cleaning the wound from the sand on his skin, Radit led him to the sofa and told him to sit there while he went to get something in the drawer next to their television. Not long after, Radit returned with a fairly large box containing various drugs and tools to clean the wound.

"Get your hand!" the door, extended a hand.

According to him without protest, Widya watched Radit carefully. "You don't have to do it, I can do it myself."

"I doubt it. You will not be able to clean and bandage your wounds alone. Even if you can, you will just bandage it recklessly," Radit said without looking at Widya at all. The look in his eyes remained focused on the wound behind Widya's elbow.

"I don't understand this attitude of your concern at all. In this house there are only two of us. So, there's no point in you acting like a good husband like this."

This time Widya's words get Radit's attention, her eyes pop so deep as she looks at Widya full of silence. Inching uncomfortably in her seat, Widya turned her face to avoid that gaze.

However, Radit's hand cupped Widya's chin to look back at her.

"Did you think my concern was just acting out there?" ask her with a tone of voice so serious. "I'm not like you who can act so well when people look. I was really worried about you. You don't know how shocked I was when I heard about your accident and Ririn's from my friend."

"What accident? Don't be silly, we just fell! Who'd you listen to that news from?" grunts Widya. Contrary to his mocking speech, his tone sounded trembling in his ears.

"I'm not done with what I said." Radit squeezed his chin slowly. "When I found out you just fell off the bike with Ririn, I still didn't like having you hurt. Seeing what was mine was hurt like this," he pointed to a scratch wound that was rubbing against Widya's skin, "makes me sick too. I hope you don't drive with Ririn anymore."

Listening to such a passionate confession from Radit, for a moment Widya did not know what to respond. It feels so strange and thrilling. Then Widya laughed awkwardly while patting Radit's arm softly, the tip of her mouth twitching forcing a smile on her lips.

Without poking at the prank, Radit returned to his job of bandaging Widya's wounds that he had finished cleaning. Relieved by Radit's silent attitude that had no intention of responding to his joke, Widya casually leaned back on the back of the sofa.

Closing his eyes, he heard Radit return the box he had brought back to the drawer of the closet next to the television. Radit sat down next to him again. Without even opening his eyes, he knew that Radit was staring at him in silence.

What else does he want from me?

Still closing her eyes, Widya refused to look at her husband. "What are you doing? Don't you want to go back to your job?"

"Gear me, Widya." His tone sounded stiff in Widya's ears.

"For what? Just talk, I can hear you," Widya refused indifferently.

"Please take off your clothes!" ask bluntly.

Both of Widya's eyes immediately opened hearing the unexpected request, her face turned to face Radit. Perhaps because his expression showed a sense of horror, Radit explained the meaning of his words.

"Not to be afraid like that. I just want to make sure that your body doesn't get bruises" she said, calming Widya who was already panicking.

"I can check it myself, you don't have to bother to help me check it." Crossing her hands in front of her chest, Widya inched away from Radit who was sitting so close to her.

"No need to be ashamed, we are married," he persuaded, approaching Widya again.

Stretching his hands on both sides of the sofa, Radit traps Widya so she can't get away from him. His eyes sparkled mischievously as he walked down Widya's body. His attitude looks like a predator who is ready to pounce on his target. His face drew closer with a meaningful smile as he looked at the terrified Widya below.

"You asked me, where did I get that poetic phrase, right? Now I'll tell you, "he whispered in Widya's ear.

"I don't care where you get that sentence anymore. So, stay away from me! You make me uncomfortable, you smell like someone who's been sorted out" Widya pushed hard.

"ah! This stinks, huh? This I got for your death kick last night." Pulling at his collar, Radit pursed his nose smelling a smell stuck to his shirt.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that my kick could make you go wrong." Throwing a regretful look, Widya again pushed Radit's chest. "remove! I've had enough injuries from falling off the bike today, not to mention you're adding by making me short of breath by pressing my body under you."

Raising his body away, Radit helps Widya get up from her position lying on the sofa.

"I'm sorry. I don't intend to make you breathless. I was just trying to tease you," he said without the slightest regret.

"Basan you lack of work, you may tease me when I am injured like this" Widya reproached with a throbbing lip.

"I can't help myself, your response is too pleasant to miss. Especially when you're a manyun like this." Clamped both lips of Widya manyun in front of him.

"Aish!" widya tepis on Radit's fingers pressing both of her lips. "Stop making me angry!"

Ignoring the warning, Radit clamped Widya's lips again. In return this time Widya did not hit her hand like before, but bit her wrist with all her might. Screaming in pain, Radit stared in disbelief at Widya's bite marks on her hands.