The Hate That Ends Marriage

Passion Mist

Groped against the sidewall of the door, she flashed Widya's room lamp, only to find her room looking so messy. So many types of clothes lying collapsed on his mattress, even his dressing table filled with various kinds of ornamental equipment also looks neatly arranged there.

All the chaos looks as if there has been a robbery, but if considering all the other places in his house in a clean state, of course it must not be the act of robbers. Well then, where is Widya, why does her room look like a ship broke like this? If he escapes it feels very impossible, some days nothing can trigger the action, Radit thought began to be confused.

Picking up the phone in his pants pocket that was not torn, Radit immediately called Widya to ask her whereabouts of his wife. For a few seconds there was no answer, then suddenly he heard the ringtone sound of Widya's phone ringing not far from him. From his voice, Radit guessed that the voice did not come from Widya's room, but from behind her.

Focusing on his hearing, he began to realize if the sound was coming from outside his home. Stepping slowly towards the living room, Radit looked surprised as Widya walked into the house holding a mobile phone in her hand.

In turn Widya looked at her phone and Radit, she immediately put her phone back in her jacket pocket.

"Where have you been?" Radit glanced at the assortment of grocery parcels filling Widya's two hands.

He extended all the parcels to Radit, who was silent in the place where he stood.

"Bring this to me" he asked with a spoiled expression.

"You can take it yourself" Radit refused to cross his arms. "My question, where have you been? Why did the clock just come home?"

Putting all the packages on the living room table, Widya threw her body on the sofa near the door.

"As you can see, I just got home from shopping" he replied in a tired tone.

"Who are you going?"

"Your father, your sister, and also Mila. Last afternoon they took me to the city center for fun" Widya replied cheerfully. "Maybe they realized I needed entertainment, so they took the initiative to cheer me up by taking me for a walk out of this boring village. Their attitude of understanding is different from that of someone."

The sharp innuendo pierced Radit's chest like a knife, which had been sharpened long ago to be stabbed at him.

"I'm busy" Radit said in self-defense. "You should call me if you want to go with my family downtown. Because of your reckless attitude I thought something bad had happened to you."

"Why do you think that?"

"Your apprehensive room condition led me to deduce all sorts of speculations."

Widya smirked in shame. "What can I do, I was in a hurry. And regarding the matter of calling you, I didn't because I forgot, I just remembered after on my way home. But since I thought I'd be home soon, I decided not to call you."

"What a smart thought." Radit's voice is full of sarcasm.

Suddenly Widya patted both her hands hard, she exclaimed that there was something she wanted to give Radit. Tearing apart his shopping bag, his hands were so busy looking for the gift he had bought for Radit. Exclaiming happy, he lifted a black T-shirt with the words I'm Monster from one of his shopping packages.

Opening wide the shirt in front of Radit's body, he smiled brightly looking at his gift.

"This is the one I've been looking for since, I'm sure this shirt will suit you perfectly."

"Why do I feel like you bought this shirt to mock me, huh?"

"How could you possibly think of my gift as a mockery to you?" hit Widya softly on her shoulder, the glint of laughter in both her eyes was seen so clearly by Radit. "I am only repaying your kindness. I haven't given you anything in all this time."

"Is that so? So what does this writing mean? point Radit at the writing on his t-shirt. "Didn't this prove you wanted to avenge me for buying you a village-style suit, like you told me when I gave you my clothes."

"That's completely wrong, I bought you this shirt because it reminds me of you," a charming smile curled up on her lips.

"Don't smile like that, I'll like you."

Screaming, Widya jerked her head away from Radit's chest, her hands clenched tightly against Radit's chest so that her body would not be too attached to him.

"What are you doing, let me go!"

"I just want to repay my wife for buying me a dress that's so cool for me."

"No need to bother, I don't need your reply." Widya's face hue looks flushed when she turns her face away.

Holding Widya's chin in her fingers, Radit forced Widya to look at him. "Unfortunately, I need to."

Radit landed a quick kiss on Widya's right cheek, he grinned broadly at the sight of Widya's dark brown eyes wide open staring at her.

"You kissed me. Again." Her lips trembled, one hand touching the cheek that Radit had kissed earlier.

"That's not a kiss, it's just a kiss, my sweet," Radit's smile teased. "If you don't know the difference, I'll be happy to show you."

As fast as lightning, Widya's two hands shut Radit's mouth, who lowered his head toward her. "No, thank you. I don't want to know what the difference is."

Removing Widya's hand from her mouth, a wide grin was engraved back on Radit's face.

"Sadly, I would love to show it to you."

"Why are you actually doing this to me? What do you mean do this unwanted kiss to me?" widya asked trembling.

"I just want to get closer to you" replied Radit shrugging his shoulders. "Initially here," he lightly tapped on Widya's left cheek, "then here," moved to her right cheek, "then this next and it ends here," she elus on Widya's forehead, then her index finger slowly stroked sensually at Widya's lower lip.

The sound of Widya's heart beating resounded wildly in her chest. "How is it possible from the forehead to the lips, to the nose first."

Shocked by her words just now, Widya covered her mouth with both hands.

"Oh, so. I didn't know you were that detailed, My wife," seduced Radit.

"Take me off! Have you not taken a shower? Your body odor hurt my sense of smell," Widya muttered to escape.

"Now you're trying to divert the conversation, ckck, my poor wife."

Raising his hands up suddenly from Widya's waist, immediately Widya staggered back, almost falling due to the act of Radit releasing it suddenly. Resurrecting one of her hands on the wall, Widya glared angrily at Radit, who smiled sinlessly at her.

"Why are you angry instead of you asking me to let you go?" Next to Radit's eyebrows raised asking for an explanation. "Only I haven't had a bath, instead of you being the same as me, then why don't we just take a shower together?"

In reaction to the suggestion, Widya threw the t-shirt she was holding onto Radit's cheeky-smiling face at her.

"Basically you pervert, bathe yourself there! I'm warning you, don't get used to getting out of the bathroom using a towel. Bring a change of clothes straight inside like me."

"That's what I've always been disappointed in you, you don't know how much I want to see you wearing a towel again after that time." Both of her eyes were shining brightly looking at Widya's body.

A glance Radit's eyes were covered in burning embers tracing Widya's sensual body, but the meaningful glint in her eyes was immediately gone when she returned her gaze to Widya's face. Without saying anything else he turned around, leaving Widya alone fixated frozen in place.

#TBC