The Hate That Ends Marriage

Father-in-law Concerns

Turning his gaze away from Radit, who looked at him with such meaning, made Widya become misbehaved. Not wanting Radit to feel complacent had made him misbehave, he quickly changed his expression with an annoyed look on his face. He pushed Radit's hands from both cheeks.

"It hurts to know!"

"If you don't accept it, you can also pinch my cheeks" Radit said, thrusting his cheek at Widya with a cheerful smile.

"Who would even pinch your hard cheek" Widya said, grimacing at the face of Radit, who was so close to her.

"That's right, Widya. This cheek is not a stone" Radit argued, putting on a feigned expression of annoyance.

"As far as you are. Now get out of my room, I have a lot to prepare," Widya tells Radit to get out of her room.

Without a fight, Radit allowed himself to be pushed by Widya to the doorstep of his room. Then before he could close the door to his room, Radit turned his body to stand facing him.

Crossing her hands, Widya raised her eyebrows.

"This time what else do you want to say?" widya asked in an impatient tone.

"The key to our house in the city is still you keep with you, right?"

Furrowing her brows, Widya did not expect that Radit would ask about the house that her parents gave her.

"Of course I still keep it."

"Oh so," nodded Radit. "How about the honeymoon ticket your mother gave you back then, do you still keep it?"

"What am I still keeping? If I keep it, it won't do any good. That's why I gave the ticket to my cousin Andre when he got here."

"Your cousin is married?" radit was shocked.

"Yes not. He just hasn't finished his studies, how could he be married" Widya snorted.

"Then why did you give it to him?"

"Everyone who has to go on vacation has to be a married person, huh? Don't be narrow-minded." Widya sneered. "Why are you asking about that ticket?"

Radit shrugged his shoulders. "Just want to ask. You may still have it."

"For whatever I keep it, I never had any interest in honeymooning" Widya murmured. "Well, there's nothing else you want to ask me? Well then, good night."

Radit quickly held Widya's room door leaf with his hand.

"I'm not done yet."

"What else do you want?" widya's sigh of frustration.

Pointing his index finger under the bed, Radit asked Widya to give him her suitcase. Tired of facing Radit, without asking again he immediately took his suitcase from under the bed. Dragging his big suitcase in annoyance, he gave it to Radit. Then he waited for Radit to leave him alone.

Upset that Radit was still stuck in place, Widya shook her waist.

"I've given you what you want, so can you leave now?" pinta Widya, grit her teeth.

"Aren't you wondering why I want to keep your suitcase?" Radit smiled widely, he seemed to be enjoying Widya's annoyance at him.

"I'm not curious and never interested to ask," Widya replied in a slightly shrill tone. "And if you still have consciousness, can you leave right now!?"

"No need to be that angry, I just don't want to part with you quickly," seduced Radit, not feeling the slightest fear by Widya's anger at him.

"Stop talking nonsense, we live in the house" Widya stares cynically.

"All right, I get it. I'll leave you alone, as you wish," Radit said, raising both his hands in surrender. "But before, I wanted to tell you one thing."

Silent for a moment, Radit deliberately gave a pause. Widya's legs began to knock on the floor as a sign that her patience was running out.

"Since we're going into town, you better prepare your physique as well."

"My physics? What do we want to exercise," said Widya, grunting in disbelief.

Slowly both of Radit's eyes went down to look at Widya's stomach. "I can't wait to see your stomach grow."

"What are you thinking!" nervous Widya, annoyed by her trembling tone of voice.

Leaning his body closer, Radit whispered in his ear.

"What do you think I'm thinking?"

Jolted backwards, Widya's eyes widened to look at Radit. Arcing a carefree smile, Radit walked away leaving Widya alone, frozen in place. He felt his legs tremble slightly to support his body standing up.

Closing her bedroom door slowly, Widya leaned limply against the door leaf of her room. No way! Radit must be just teasing me. Widya really hopes that she misinterpreted Radit's words just now to her.

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Finished calling with friends and his besi, Mr. Benny leaned lazily in his seat. Glancing at the wall clock, Mr. Benny was surprised to learn the conversation would be that long. However, given the topic of his conversation just now, it didn't seem strange that it would take that much time.

Talking about the household problems of his son Radit, it is never endless. Every day he always heard rumors of commotion that often occurred in the house of the two newlyweds. Even the residents asked him to advise Radit's behavior, which they said, if the child had turned rude like his son-in-law. However, Mr. Benny is not a typical person who would be consumed by such cheap gossip.

Some people find it too fond of the only son, when he said he did not want to interfere in the household life of his son. However, he honestly refused to obey the will of the citizens - who complained to him that - because he had a trustworthy informant out there. If he wants to hear the real events that happened to his son and daughter-in-law, he just needs to call the informant to explain as much as possible to him about the events that happened in the laur there. He did not want to listen to the story from one side.

The corner of Mr. Benny's mouth lifted as he looked from the corner of his eye, his informant was sneaking his way past him. Maybe he thought that Mr. Benny was too busy with the contents of his mind to be unaware of his existence.

"Where have you been, why has the clock just come home?"

A sighing sound rang out from her informant, who was none other than her own daughter Ririn. Turning his head, the girl smiled brightly at him.

"Bias, Dad, from a friend's house" he answered, shaking his hand.

"Friends? Hm...." Mr. Benny stared intently at Ririn. "Next time don't come home this late."

"okay."

After saying that, Ririn put her foot forward, intending to immediately run away from in front of Mr. Benny right then and there.

"Concidentally, there's something I want to talk to you about. Here sit next to Dad!" call Mr. Benny, pat the seat next to him.

His son's shoulder immediately slumped down as he walked limply to the seat next to him. However, instead of directly sitting as he asked, Ririn instead stood near the seat. Looking up at his son, Mr. Benny wanted to laugh loudly at the look on his daughter's face, who seemed ready to listen to a long lecture, as he thought Mr. Benny would tell him.

"There's no need to be that tight, Rin. I don't want to talk about your behavior" said Mr. Benny softly.

In an instant Ririn's tension began to loosen somewhat, although the glint of her eyes still looked so alert as she looked at Mr. Benny.

"If you don't want to lecture me, what would you like Father to discuss with your son?" Tucking a pinch of her hair behind her ear, Ririn put on a flirtatious expression at her. "Oh, does my beloved father want to introduce this mere princess to a handsome young man?"

The joke only made Mr. Benny laugh out loud in his seat. His daughter was always doing something that would make him laugh when he was cornered. That's why he always couldn't be angry at his daughter for so long.

Mr. Benny was always grateful to have Ririn, because he always filled the loneliness that always eyed Mr. Benny when he remembered his late wife. Moreover, when his son Radit was married, this house felt so big for both of them. However, thanks to his daughter who has a jovial nature and likes to be flattered, his house always feels so crowded.

Stopping his laughter, Mr. Benny cleared his throat. "Don't be silly of you, Rin, you're still too young. All you have to think about now is the bell...."

"Yes, yes, yes, study and learn, Ririn knows, Well," Ririn cut, not wanting to listen to Mr. Benny's talk. "Well, now tell me, what do you want to talk about?"

"You are yes, I have not finished talking, playing cut," complained Mr. Benny. "Dad just wanted to ask, do you know how your brother Radit and Widya are? I heard last night they had a big fight, is that true?"

Tapping her fingers on the chin, Ririn was silent for a few moments thinking about the question.

"I guess not, the last time Ririn saw them was fine."

"When did you see them, yesterday or not long ago?" ask Mr. Benny in an impatient tone.

"Senja earlier Ririn accidentally saw the two of them walking hand in hand so mesraanya when walking home," replied Ririn. "So, the gossip about the quarrel between the two of them may be just gossip or. they both have made up."

"Thank God then" relieved Mr. Benny. "Now you can go."

"O yeah," exclaimed Ririn happily, darting away as fast as the wind.

Mr. Benny is really happy that the rumors about Radit's quarrel with Widya are just mere gossip. But, it could also be that the matter had been resolved just like Ririn had said to her. And, in his mind he always hoped that his son's household would always be fine. To be honest, Mr. Benny also hopes that soon he will hear good news from his son-in-law and his son. It would be nice if the two of them soon had a child in their marriage.