The Hate That Ends Marriage

Take the Road

With a puzzled expression, Mila asked Widya what she meant just now. Taking a deep breath, Widya revealed the true events that happened that night in the book house. Ignoring Mila's shocked voice beside her, Widya continued her story in as much detail as possible.

Finished conveying all those events, Widya glanced at Mila from behind her eyelashes. He did not know what his friend was thinking now, he seemed to still digest all the stories in his head. He stared blankly at Widya with both of his eyes wide open without blinking for a few seconds.

Widya was very appreciative of her friend's shock. Maybe he was thinking what to say after knowing Radit and Widya were married not because they liked each other, but on the basis of coercion by circumstances. Stretching his hand to grab a glass of water on the table, he drank the water while looking at Mila from the edge of his glass. She did not want Mila to know that she was so nervous waiting for her response.

Opening her eyes, Mila seemed to realize that she had been pensively in front of Widya for too long. Pounding for a moment, she straightened her posture beside Widya.

"If anything you say is true" said Mila slowly.

"That's true, it's like that" Widya said quickly, not accepting Mila doubted her words.

"All right, all right," his hand raised in surrender. "While that's true, it still doesn't change anything, Radit is now your husband. Although you married not because of interest, but of course now it's not so anymore, right?"

"Maybe," Widya said in doubt.

"What do you mean by saying maybe?" ask Mila quickly. "Don't say! I don't want to hear it." Mila closed both her ears refusing to listen to the answer Widya wanted to say. "I'm stupid to ask you that. It's your household business, I don't have the right to mix it up."

"Why not? Honestly, Mil, I'm getting a little frustrated not being able to tell anyone about my married life. Moreover, lately Radit has made me somewhat agitated by his strange attitude."

"Any? Did he do anything suspicious?"

"Not so, I feel Radit's starting to like me." The sound of Widya's long breath filled the room.

"That's not weird, Wid, that's good. I don't understand your thoughts, how can you think of Radit starting to like you as something strange," Sila's bell stared in surprise at Widya.

"What's so good? I get goosebumps every time he acts up...." Both Widya's eyes glared off into the distance. "The bottom line is that his attitude makes me uncomfortable," continued Widya while shivering.

"So you expect Radit to keep treating you the same way you didn't get married, do you?"

"Not really. Ah, I don't know, I got confused after you said that."

"It's a good step for you to accept Radit's affection for you, Wid," Mila softly advised. "Thus a marriage that was originally just a cover-up for a scandal might end up being a happy marriage. Are you not thinking about the future of your home? Not that I want to hunt you down, I just want to see my two friends happy."

"Thank you, Mil, I'm so grateful to have a good friend like you in this village who still feels foreign to me. What you said is true, but I still need some time to get used to it. I always felt that marriage didn't suit me, especially when Radit liked me, that was just my guess."

Grasping Widya's hand tightly, Mila gave her friend a boost. He deliberately joked to stop Widya's tears from nearly trickling down. Fortunately, the sound of a horn from outside Widya's house distracts them both.

Facing each other, Widya could not think of who had honked in front of her house. Standing up, he peered out from the crack of his window to see the culprit. Laughing happily, Widya immediately opened her door to wave from the doorway at Ririn and her Father-in-law, who waved back from inside the car.

Getting out of the car, Ririn immediately approached her and Mila was in the doorway of her house.

"It's good that there's Mila too, the more my friends the better," she rattled Mila's arm. "Well, let's get ready, Widya. We're gonna go downtown today, let's get changed there."

Widya's two eyes flashed with pleasure listening to the notice. "really? Okay wait a minute, I need to prepare myself. You take Mila to her house first to change clothes, I seem to need a bit of preparation."

Looking back and forth at Ririn and Widya, Mila's facial expression looked puzzled. "I don't need to change clothes, I think my appearance is fine. Anyway pity your dad had to turn his car around to drive me home."

Looking from toe to head, Ririn looked skeptically at Mila. "Maybe Mila's sister is fine, but I'm not. Come on, don't hesitate so, we are like family, no need to hesitate so. I'm also sure my father wouldn't mind" dragging Mila along with him, Ririn forced him into the car. "Dad, we go to Mila's house first so she can change clothes. Sis Widya needs time to get ready so we take Kak Mila first to her house, at least Kak Mila will not take long to get ready like Kak Widya."

"OK," agreed Mr. Benny to form an OK sign on his fingers.

Mila who was sitting in the back immediately apologized to Mr. Benny, who was starting his car engine. The apology was rejected by Mr. Benny, because he already considered Mila like his own son. Listening to Mr. Benny's response, Ririn who was sitting in the front seat next to her father immediately mocked Mila, who was acting like an uncomfortable pretender.

Although the two argued mouths, they did not forget to wave at Widya before going to Mila's house. Retaliating for a moment, Widya rushed into her home after Mr. Benny's car started to run. His brain turned to think about what he had to carry while throwing various kinds of clothes from his closet on the mattress.

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Groping his pants pocket, Radit searched the keys to his house with annoyance. The longer he starts to get upset about always opening the door for himself, he is really inexhaustible with Widya's attitude that always rarely opens the door for him.

What is the point of having a beautiful wife if she is rarely welcomed so sweetly by her? Is it so hard to try to please her after she gets home from work? Well, maybe that's hard for a guy like Widya, who thinks he's nothing more than a housemate.

Jerking roughly the key stuck in his pants pocket, Radit's mood grew grim at the sound of a tear in his pants pocket. Good, maybe this way I can get my beloved wife to sew it. While grumbling, he pulled back his key from the keyhole of his house door.

Tracing the corridor of his house, Radit called Widya repeatedly. Not getting a response, she thought Widya was asleep in her room. Walking closer to Widya's room door, she knocked on her door for a while before opening it. Darkness filled the room, only a glimmer of light from his living room lamp helped Radit see the void in the room.