The Hate That Ends Marriage

Unaccustomed

Turning his face away, Radit hid the smile on his face from Widya's probing gaze. The reaction of his wife's fear every time he made an intimate approach always wanted to make her laugh amusedly while there was heartache as well. The hurt was caused because she felt Widya was too wary of her, even though she was not a stranger, but her own husband.

It seems that his wife is still not used to being touched by him, maybe that's what causes him to always be embarrassed every time Radit expressed his desire to be closer to him. It is undeniable that he really wants to have children with Widya. However, he also does not want to impose his will if Widya is not ready to sleep with him.

That's why he slowly began to approach so that his wife who always blushed embarrassed every touched by him would get used to his touch. After all, she also enjoyed Widya's reaction, who was always at a loss for words when she took such an intimate approach to him.

"You don't think we're gonna live side by side like this without expecting a child, do you?" radit asked, trying not to laugh seeing Widya flinched in her seat.

Lowering her hand to her lap, Widya looked left and right, as if looking for a solution to run away from the conversation. Glancing at his plate and Radit's, he stood up quickly from his seat and pretended to be busy tidying up the table.

"You better get to work there quickly! Let me wash all these dirty dishes."

Radit's eyebrows soared up listening to the repelling tone of Widya's voice.

"So, are you kicking me out?"

"Don't be silly!" widya exclaimed, her voice sounding somewhat trembling. "It wasn't you who said a lot of work was waiting for you on the farm."

"Hmmm ...." His gaze never once shifted from Widya. "All right, I'm leaving."

Widya's breathing sounds so clear to her.

"This time I'll let you get away, but next time we'll continue this conversation again" Radit continued.

There was the sound of a sharp breath from Widya. Waving his hand, he told Radit to leave as soon as possible.

Not wanting to leave just like that, Radit deliberately hugged Widya from behind. Instantly the dishes washed by Widya slipped out of her hands. Turning Widya's head to face him, Radit kissed the corner of her lips.

Releasing his embrace, Radit pretended not to notice the look of shock on Widya's face.

"Be careful, Wife. Fortunately, the plate did not break. Then, see you again," a mischievous Radit blinked at Widya.

After making sure Radit was out of the house, Widya was sitting limp on the floor near the dishwasher. The longer you face intimate attacks from Radit will make you go crazy. Her husband always kept her from twitching whenever he made friendly touches and kisses to her.

It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just that every time Radit approaches him, it feels like his heart will explode right then and there. In contrast to her husband, who was so used to such intimacy. Just thinking about that already made Widya's blood boil. It was obvious that her husband had more experience than her. She used to date someone every time, never allowing them to touch her too intimately. He always puts boundaries, and if they cross the line, then he will end the relationship right then and there.

Why did her ex think Widya was so stiff, but she never cared what they thought of her. From childhood she thought that only her husband would be able to touch her as intimately as possible. However, now that she has a husband, it feels like she will faint on the spot if her husband touches her. His embarrassment and awkward feeling of being touched that intimate by someone he once hated was very strange.

Stop your filthy thoughts, Widya! It's so embarrassing.

Standing up, he immediately resumed his job of washing dishes. Hopefully, the cold water that flushes his hands will also cool his face that still feels hot.

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Just as he expected, Gilang today did avoid him, Radit thought grimly. After lunch at his home, he went to the farm and was told that Gilang did not go to work today. It seems that his friend is hiding somewhere, in order to run away from the question Radit will ask him today.

For whatever time he hid, Radit was determined to interrogate his friend. Thinking about Widya's photo still on her phone instantly made her whole body burn with anger.

"This time what else pisses you off, man? For a long time the ground will be hollow if you dig it continuously," decak Deni, shook his head sadly at the ground dug by Radit.

Stopping his activity, Radit stared in surprise at the ground near his feet.

"I'm .. ah shit!" Radit swears rough. "If it wasn't for that Shucks, I wouldn't be like this."

"If I may know, who is this 'Si Kampret' that has made you angry?"

Glaring furiously, Radit stared furiously at something that was behind Deni.

"You don't need to know, it's my business with the shucks," Radit said, gritting his teeth.

Poking his head at something Radit saw behind him, Deni looked for someone the friend had intended. Surprisingly, there was nothing behind him, other than a vast expanse of green grass there. Returning his gaze to his friend, Deni looked at Radit in confusion.

"What exactly has this 'campret' done to piss you off like this?"

Radit opened and then closed his mouth. For a moment he thought, whether he should tell this to Deni or not. However, after thinking for a while he decided to save the matter for himself to solve.

"Come on, Dit, don't be so secretive! Maybe I can help you. After all, we have been friends for a long time, no need to snob the secrets of all," insisted Deni.

"Rather than you whine, you better continue your work there! Our new worker still needs to be taught again" Radit kicked out, shaking his hand.

Ignoring Deni's curious protest, Radit resumed his work. Later, if this cannot be resolved by himself, he will ask for a solution to his friend. However, for now he will face this problem alone first. However Gilang was still his friend, he did not want to embarrass his childhood friend by revealing his secret that had secretly kept his feelings of liking to his wife.