The Hate That Ends Marriage

No One Can Know

For the rest of the day, Widya spent her days in her house alone. The decision was taken to avoid meeting Radit's friends accidentally again. Somehow, his hunch says, Radit's friend whom he met at the Book House will try to see him back if he leaves the house.

As well as the following days, Widya always repeated her boring daily life in her house. In his mind Widya was eager to return to the Book House to read the book she had not finished reading. However, whatever the power, he could not risk going there again to finish his reading.

Then like a meteor falling from the sky, a brilliant idea sprang up inside Widya's head. Picking up his phone, he immediately sent a message to Mila to bring her the storybook she had read at the Book House to be delivered to her home. Which, of course, followed his friend happily without asking why Widya did not take it herself.

Accompanied by her many storybooks, Widya did not feel bored in the slightest of being at home alone when Radit was not home or when no one visited her. Sometimes he also wondered to himself, until when he would lock himself in the house to avoid Radit's friend. Just thinking about it made Widya's mood become gloomy again. He felt like a coward.

Later when I'm ready.

One day Radit arrived in charge of guarding the patrol post with his friends

"Why have you locked yourself up in your house lately, has something happened out there that's keeping you out of the house?" radit asked while shining a flashlight in front of Widya's face.

Blocking the beam of light with her hands, Widya answered tightly, "What are you doing? Stop pointing that flashlight at me."

Turning off his flashlight, Radit wore an innocent expression in the slightest. "I'm just checking if the flashlight's still working or not."

"But it doesn't have to highlight it to my face either, kali," Widya grumbled.

"You haven't answered my question" he said, changing the subject to their conversation.

"Just want to" Widya replied indifferently.

Squinting his eyes, Radit looked at him suspiciously. "Is that so? Are you sure?"

That suspicious look made Widya even more nervous. "There must be another reason, yes, I don't want to go out? If I want to, yes, just want to" Widya replied in a slightly shrill tone.

"Not to be angry, I'm just asking. Sensi is a person."

Exhaling a sigh of relief, Widya was grateful Radit thought her somewhat shrill voice was caused by her question that had been alluding to him, not because of her nervousness fear of being caught lying. Fortunately, he was saved by the sound of knocking on the door from outside his house.

"Who is that?" ask Widya.

"Oh, that's my friend at best. Last afternoon we promised to meet at my house so we could go together" Radit replied, buttoning his jacket. "Let's get out. I'd like to introduce him to you, all right," Radit pulled Widya's hand.

"Whose friend are you?" ask Widya was-was. "I'd better be here, anytime you introduce us both." Stopping his steps, Widya pulled his hand out of Radit's grasp.

"Have come along, don't be so nervous." Gleaning a glance at Widya who was standing behind him, Radit immediately stopped his steps when he saw Widya's face turning somewhat pale. "What's wrong with you, are you sick?"

"I'm fine." Widya wiped away the cold sweat dripping on her forehead.

"Of course not!" exclaim Widya loudly.

"Well, that's dong. That's my brave wife." He held Widya's hand back while walking back to the front door.

Opening the door of his house, Radit warmly welcomed the arrival of his friend, who had been suspected Widya was a foreign man he met at the book house a few days ago. Groaning inwardly, Widya hoped that the meeting would end soon without any problems.

Too busy introducing Widya with her friend named Gilang, Radit did not realize that Widya was actually very nervous to look directly at her friend.

"Smile dong, Wid. Why are you putting on such a stiff expression? This is the first time you've met, don't be so tense, my friend won't eat you." Shaking his head, Radit looked in wonder at Widya who was smiling awkwardly at her friend. "Is this not the first time you've met?"

Listening to Radit's question in a seductive tone, Widya couldn't help but react in surprise. He immediately stood so tense next to Radit.

"Yes, this is not the first time we have met" Gilang said. Suddenly, Widya's two eyes bought shocked to look at him. "Don't we've met before where your wife and sister fell off the bike?" he continued, looking straight at Widya.

Damn, he teased me. "I'm sorry, I wasn't so focused at the time. So, I'm not sure if I saw you there either or not" Widya said, returning Gilang's gaze without blinking a single bit.

Noticing the hostile tone of Widya's tone of voice, bursts of laughter shot out from Gilang's mouth. "It turns out what you said was true, Dit. Your wife is rude."

Turning her gaze towards Radit who was sniffing her shoulders pretending to be innocent, Widya snorted angrily at her husband for already daring to vilify himself in front of his friend.

"I'm just telling the truth" Radit said in self-defense.

"Basin shameless, how dare you gossip behind my back" Widya sighed furiously. "Today you sleep at the patrol!"

Turning away, Widya went back inside the house while slamming the door hard.

Let others hear.

"As you can see, my wife is uncontrollable. If you're angry, that's it, play here and there," pointed Radit indifferent towards the door that was closed with the movement of his head.

"Aren't you afraid he's really letting you sleep at the patrol station tonight?" asked Gilang, looking back at the door of Radit's house as he walked along with his friend to the patrol station.

"Just calm down, he wouldn't dare to do that. Even though he was irritable, he would not do what he had threatened me. Because if he does that there will be punishment waiting for him" Radit replied with a meaningful smile.

"If I may know, what is the penalty?" Gilang's eyes sparkled waiting for his friend's answer.

"Ra-Ha-Si-A."

Radit immediately ran away from Gilang, who was chasing after him while ceaselessly asking what kind of punishment he did not want to reveal to his own little friend. Closing both ears, Radit still refused to answer his friend's question. For him, only he and Widya can know.