The Hate That Ends Marriage

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Waking up from his sleep, Radit heard the sound of the door creaking from Widya's room next to him. Glancing at the alarm clock on a small table beside his bed, the clock there shows that it is still 4 at dawn. What did Widya do this early? Focusing his hearing, Radit heard the sound of the door closing slowly coming from the direction of his living room.

Slashing the blanket that covered his body, Radit immediately ran out of his room. Then he opened the door of Widya's room that closed next to her, and what he saw in the room was exactly what he thought. His wife's suitcase wasn't there, his defiant wife ran away again. Plopping his body on his back on Widya's bed, he stared blankly at the ceiling of his wife's room.

It occurred to him for a moment to run after Widya, but his intention was soon undone. Enough is enough, he will no longer pick up his defiant wife from her grandmother's house, let her be there as long as she wants, he always acts childish by running away from home, hoping Radit will always come to persuade him to come home. This time he will not budge, Widya must realize that this habit of escape is not a solution of the problems of their household. While thinking that, Radit did not realize slowly he fell asleep on top of Widya's mattress.

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Entering his farm yard in a hurry, Radit knew that he was now a spectacle for his workers. How not? The sun was already shining hotly above the sky, and he had just come to work, what a sight that could not be missed. This was all due to the actions of his defiant wife who ran away from home in the middle of the morning blind.

Radit really did not expect to sleep that long in Widya's bed. However, considering his wife often sleeps not knowing the time each sleep on his mattress, it is possible. Perhaps his wife's bed contains sleeping pills that always make people fall asleep while lying there. Shaking his head strongly because of that stupid thought, Radit did not realize that he shoveled cow dung violently so that his feces flew everywhere.

"What has that cow dung done that made you throw it so rough? Anyone who sees you will think this cow has upset you for throwing dirt carelessly," said Deni, taking a shovel from Radit's hand.

"I no longer have the mood to joke, Den," said Radit, walking to the fence to lean there for a moment.

"I can see it" said Deni casually, not affected by Radit's tough attitude. "I can also guess that at this time you also have no mood to work, you should just go home, you are not needed here. That angry attitude of yours will only make these beautiful cows nervous."

"It's great that you dare to rule over your own boss" Radit said, ostensibly offended.

"Oh, yeah sure. What good is a boss here if he looks grumbling like someone else constipated like you" sneered Deni, chuckling amusedly at the comparison he uttered. "Go home, solve your problems with your beautiful jelly wife first."

"I don't care about him anymore, whatever he wants, I'm sick of taking care of him."

"This time what else happened to you? I heard you had a big fight at home after you defended her desperately in front of everyone, joking, Dit?"

Frowning annoyed by the taunts, Radit retrieves the shovel from his friend's hand.

"Do your duty there! I don't want to hear your shitty babble about my actions."

"What sucks is not my babble, but your character is a bitch. As a man who has been married longer than you, I am certainly more experienced in dealing with a wife than you are still amateurs."

"Ye, ye, ye, Old Man," led by Radit. "I can handle my own household, I don't need your help. I'm very grateful by your offer, but for now I'm sure I can solve my own domestic problems."

"alright. If you say that, I can't force you anymore. May you reconcile quickly," said Deni, giving encouragement by patting Radit's back strongly.

Grumbling in pain by the loud clap, Radit yelled angrily at Deni who ran out laughing heartily leaving him. Returning to work, his spade came to a halt in the air as one of his workers called out to him. He tells Radit that there is an urgent matter that needs his attention. Putting back his shovel, he followed his workers to immediately finish the urgent matter he said.

It wasn't too late when Radit came home. Checking back into Widya's room, he still found that his wife had not returned home either. It seems that this time he must indeed give up again, insisting on not wanting to succumb to each other this way, is not a wise attitude. Moreover, he is the head of the family in his house, of course, he also has to behave more maturely between the two of them. Accepting his fate as a side that always relented, Radit closed Widya's room again with a feeling of fatigue.

After cleaning up and changing clothes, Radit rushes out of the house to pick Widya up from her grandmother's house. Tapping slowly on Grandma Aya's door, she waited for Grandma Aya to open the door. However, unlike usual, Grandma Aya did not also reveal herself. Though usually when Widya runs away from home like this, Grandma Aya is always quick to open the door for her.

Impatiently, Radit knocked back Grandma Aya's house while calling out. Fortunately, this time it worked, Grandma Aya opened the door of her house, but with a look of the face that was seen after waking up. Surprisingly, a look of confusion was evident on his face as he looked at Radit, as if he had not expected his presence there.

Finally, the two of them faced each other in confusion. Radit did not understand at all why Grandma Aya looked at him like that. It felt strange that Grandma Aya did not expect her arrival at all. Squeezing his body, he looked into Grandma Aya's house that looked so quiet even the room that Widya usually occupied to hide looked open.

"What are you looking for, Dit?"

"Lho... Widya's here, right?" radit asked in a slightly hesitant tone.

"Wady?" ask Grandma Aya back. "Desidya said she wanted to come here, right?"

"You're all there, Dit, you're so old that you're senile," chuckled Grandma Aya, patting Radit's arm.

Forcing a laugh, Radit immediately said goodbye to Grandma Aya to go to Mila's house. He felt it was not wise to tell Widya's blurred actions to Grandma Aya, it would only make Grandma Aya worried. But, the question now, where is Widya? Radit couldn't think of a single place his wife would go anywhere other than her grandmother's. It seemed impossible for him to go to town to visit his parents in the morning blind.

Too preoccupied with his own thoughts, Radit is unaware that he is walking towards Mila's house. Disturbed was silently looking at Mila's house, she didn't know what else to do. His brain was only filled with thoughts of various possible places that Widya would go.

Then the door to Mila's house opened and the friend looked surprised to find Radit standing alone in his yard.

"Why are you here, Dit?" mila asked, hurrying to get closer to him. "Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"That's me.. anu.. I.." dazed Radit, look to and fro. "Did Widya have a call?"

"Nothing, she has no contact with me at all" Mila replied, staring thoughtfully at Radit. "I called him instead, but he didn't answer my phone at all. Did something happen to her?"

Then Radit quickly tells her and Widya what happened yesterday to Mila, hoping that her friend can find a solution for her.

"It's no wonder Widya ran away from home if you accuse her like that." Mila shook her head at Radit. "Why can you think like that, Dit. I tell you, Widya never once provoked the two magic grandmothers, it was the two magic grandmothers who first sought trouble, I'm the witness."

"So, you saw Tika and Nita provoke Widya first?"

"Well, if that's the case, I didn't see directly, but I saw with my own two eyes that they took the mask off Widya's face violently" said Mila blazing, as if remembering it had already upset him again. "I don't need to see who started, because whoever fought with the two sorcerers must have started."

"Why are you so sure?"

"Of course I'm sure! It's based on my own experience, you guys don't know anything!" mila Snaps.

The first time he was yelled at by his friend who always looked soft, Radit jerked backwards while touching his chest in surprise.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you, I was just carried away by emotion" Mila smiled grimly.

"It's the first time I've seen you scream like that. I thought you were possessed by a demon."

"Your own fault is being a frustrating guy. Naturally Widya rages at you, seeing this insensitive attitude of yours. Ask a little 'Are You Sure?' ck's really annoying."

"It looks like being friends with Widya makes you look like her, emotionally charged," Radit replied, clicking his tongue.

"Here go find Widya! Talking to you for too long just makes me more emotional" Mila lamented, pushing Radit's body.

"Then I'll see you again."

"Yes, I'll see you again." Mila waved her hand cheerfully.

Staring at Radit's back grimly, Mila waited for her friend to disappear from her sight before turning back to her house. Sitting languidly on the front floor of her house door, Mila leaned her body on the door of her house while staring at the place where Radit was standing earlier.

Good work, you've tried well. Always act like that, no more harboring feelings for her. You two are not fools, throw away the love of your monkey.

As long as what everyone says is true, first love never works. A single tear fell on Mila's hand.