The Hate That Ends Marriage

Cold War

Walking backwards with limping steps, Radit sat on his living room sofa while rubbing his leg which was kicked by Widya earlier. He realized he deserved this kick from Widya, but on the one hand he also felt like shaking his wife's body to stop slamming the door when she was upset. Maybe soon all the goods in their homes will be destroyed by his tendency to vent his anger on the objects in their homes, Radit thought grimly.

For a moment Radit was pensive in the living room thinking about all the events today. Though he thought his household would not bother him again, after Bu Leni stopped harassing his life and Widya, he said, all thanks to his father who has advised the behavior of Bu Leni to stop meddling in the affairs of others again. But now, behold, his conjecture is gravely wrong, one problem is lost, and a new source of trouble is coming, what a foolish thought it is to wish for peace in his household. Especially considering that so many people in this village do not like Widya since the events in the market first, surely his wife has many enemies out there.

Recalling Widya's dispute with the two women he had known since childhood, his mind at that time for a moment struggled to side with whom. He was not as familiar with Tika and Nita as he was with Mila, but only this time he saw the two women fighting so badly with others. Of course, it was natural that he had doubted Widya at that time. However, he also knows that Widya is not as bad as everyone thinks. He does like to talk rudely, but his wife is not the type of person who will do violence first. Carrying himself is arrogant and likes to talk bluntly, of course, will cause bad speculation if he is involved in a fight with someone. So, it was not strange that everyone would also point their fingers at Widya.

Maybe if Radit hadn't known him as he does now, he would have thought the same as the people out there. Now he is not Radit who used to be, but Widya's husband, and it is his duty to protect his wife. Doubting his own wife in front of everyone would definitely hurt Widya's feelings. That's why without thinking any longer he was directly defending his wife when cornered by everyone.

Well, then what's he doing now? Why did he talk so stupidly to Widya? Naturally, if Widya considers it two-faced, she does not have a stance with her own thoughts. Some time ago he defended his wife desperately, but in the next moment he doubted her. What exactly happened to me? Am I really crazy? Frustratingly tousling his hair, Radit then banged his head repeatedly against the back of his seat.

Glancing at the glance towards Widya's room that sounded so silent, Radit immediately got up while sighing loudly. Maybe there is no harm in letting Widya lock herself up for a while, later after she comes home from work they will talk about this problem again. With that in mind, Radit immediately left to resume his work.

In the middle of his journey, Radit crosses paths with Mila and Ririn. Judging from their movements, he could guess that his sister and friend were intending to come to Widya at his house.

"You better visit Widya later, she's in a bad mood" Radit said.

"Of course Widya is not in a good mood, anyone who has quarreled must need someone beside her to vent his anger" said Ririn, pursing her lips. "Because Bang Radit is too busy with Brother's work, we are both willing to happily accompany Widya from her loneliness."

"Is Widya okay, Dit? Is he hurt bad?" The worried look on Mila made Radit's heart touched to see his friend was so fond of Widya.

Smiling soothingly, Radit patted Mila's shoulder gently. "Widya was fine, she wasn't seriously injured, considering she was yelling furiously like a doormat. His fight with Tika and Nita did not drain the slightest bit of his energy, the proof was that he was still able to slam here and there."

With a puzzled expression, Ririn and Mila tilted her head looking at Radit, the two exchanged a bewildered look. It seems that they do not really understand what his words mean. Of course they do not know, they have not heard the news of the quarrel Radit and Widya some time ago.

"Bang Radit said what the hell, I don't understand. Shout, this slam it, what do you mean try?" Ririn frowned. "Can you explain more specifically? Don't talk enigmatic like that."

"Later you'll know what I mean. Maybe before it gets dark you'll understand what I'm saying. Now go back to your homes!" Reversing Mila and Ririn's bodies, she pushed them slowly to walk back in the opposite direction from her home road. "For now it's better for Widya to leave it alone, meeting her now is not the right time."

While grumbling in annoyance, Ririn complied with Radit's request without asking any more. While Mila immediately distanced herself from Radit's touch from her back, her friend still acted as much as possible to keep her distance from him.

***

A rumbling sound emanated from Widya's stomach, waking her from her sleep. Groping under her pillow, Widya took her phone to look at the clock. His eyes that had been slightly closed were now fully open. He did not expect to sleep until 8pm. Getting up, he tiptoed toward the door of his room, taped his ears to listen to the sound from outside his room.

Sighing in disappointment, Widya listened to Radit's voice being chuckled at watching the television show. Touching her rumbling stomach again, Widya had no choice but to exit her room in search of food. Damn, why that jerk hasn't slept either. Trying not to make a sound that would attract the attention of Radit who was busy watching, he turned the key to his room as slow as possible. Breathing a sigh of relief at the clicking sound of her bedroom door along with the sound of Radit's laughter, she slowly opened the door of her room. Too bad, the fucking creaking sound of her bedroom door sounded so obvious.

"You're awake. I didn't think you'd sleep that long, did you take a shower?" As he asked that, Radit did not even look at him once.

"It's none of your business."

Turning his head, Radit's forehead creased so deeply. "Why is it none of my business?"

Then he immediately went towards the kitchen to look for something he could eat.

"If you're hungry, I've cooked you food, it's in the hood" cried Radit from the living room.

"I can take care of myself, after all I'm not lustful to touch your homemade food" Widya said, shouting back from the kitchen.

Opening the kitchen cabinet, Widya took all kinds of snacks that were in there. Gathering as many packets of snacks as he could in his arms, he turned around to grab a drink from inside the fridge. Instantly all the food he had taken fell to the floor as he smashed into the large body before him.

"Since when have you been behind me? Look at the results of your actions, all my food fell to the floor," Widya grumbled, looking down to take back her snacks.

Haven't had a chance to take a single one, his hand was pulled by Radit to get back to stand facing him. Wrathfully angry, Widya thrashed while being dragged towards the dining table. Pulling a chair from the dining table, Radit encourages Widya's body to sit there.

"What are you doing? I told you, I don't have the appetite to eat your food!"

Radit's two hands pushed Widya's shoulders back into place.

"Don't waste food just because you're mad at me, you realize, Wid, you're an adult, act like you're your age."

"You mean to be as smart and two-faced as you are, don't you?" tease Widya, smile cynically. "If you don't want to waste food, you're the one who ate it! Don't force what you want on me. Just because you're my husband doesn't mean everything you want me to do. If you want a submissive wife, just find another woman. Your fans for example."

"So, just because of this matter you intend to divorce me, do you?" radit asked, gritting his teeth.

Avoiding Radit's gaze that looked so wrathful, Widya muttered, "It's not so I mean." Brushing Radit's two hands hard from his shoulder, Widya again threw an annoyed look at Radit. "It's all your fault! Who told you to defend those two vipers from me."

"All right, I admit I was wrong. I know I shouldn't doubt you like that, but I'm not asking that question because I don't trust you, I just don't want to judge people wrong."

"It feels like your question this afternoon was meaningless like that" Widya said cynically. "Your tone sounded very doubtful to me. Never mind that I don't want to talk about this anymore, my stomach needs my attention more right now."

Shifting Radit's body that prevents him, Widya again picked up a packet of snacks scattered on the floor. Then walk to the fridge to pick up a bottle of drink in there.

"The two of them are wrong to insult you, but your actions fighting so horribly with them are also unjustified."

"Oh, so you're saying I should just shut up, hear them insult me like a bitch ? Do I have to smile by showing off my teeth as well, you mean, O my Husband Nan Bijak?"

A flash of guilt emanated from Radit's eyes. "Not so do I mean, I just don't want you to attract unwanted attention. I'm just asking you to be a little patient with people talking about you."

"Unfortunately, your words sounded like that. And, I've said it over and over again, I don't have the same patience as you. Good night."

Walking stiffly with her chin held high, Widya once again threw a cynical look at Radit before walking into her room. Sitting languidly on the dining table chair, Radit cupped his face on the dining table. Basic tol*l, why of all the sentences, do you have to say that stupid sentence? Ah, shit, I'm why the hell. Instead of apologizing, it adds more hurt. For the umpteenth time, Radit banged his head on the dining table.