The Hate That Ends Marriage

Trouble Again

Reversing her body, Widya glared fiercely at Radit.

"Cheng, you say? I'm not a whiny, you pretentious bloke!"

"Why are you crying then? What did I say yesterday that hurt you so much?" ledek Radite.

Opening her eyes, Widya looked at Radit with a feeling of surprise.

"How.y.you...." Stammered, Widya cleared her throat to calm herself down.

"I know from your grandmother. He said you came home crying and locked yourself in the room" Radit replied without waiting for Widya to finish her words.

No way! Widya clearly remembered that when she came home she did not cry. He even closed the door and cried on his pillow so that his grandmother would not hear his cries.

God, it's possible that her grandmother eavesdropped from behind the door. Widya did not think about that possibility at all. Damn, why did her grandmother have to say that to this shitty guy.

"Just because I cried once doesn't mean I'm a crybaby. And, I'm not crying because of what you're saying, you know-how-ass!" widya was angry.

"Is that so? What do you say, if it makes you better." Radit passes Widya to get back to work.

"Basar you shitty guy. I hate you!"

The sound of a leg behind her tells Radit that Widya is leaving full of anger.

Let's just say that rude woman deserves it.

Mila, who was busy chatting with one of the employees at the farm, was surprised to see Radit come alone while carrying a shovel to clean cow dung.

"Where is Widya?" Mila looked back and forth looking for Widya.

"It's possible to go home" Radit replied indifferently.

"Why did you let Widya go home by herself, Dit? What if he gets lost? This place is a long way from her grandmother's house" worried Mila.

"He can find his own way home. Don't worry, the village streets aren't as complicated as the city streets."

"Stay, Dit. He was not used to the streets in this village. What if someone bothers her in the middle of the road, if you forget she's a girl, pretty anyway. Someone must have teased him in the middle of the road. Go get him!" tell Mila to throw the shovel Radit was holding and push it away.

"Things you're worried about won't happen, Mil. Trust me. If you're so worried, you're the one who's gone."

"That made him go was you. So, yes you have to be in charge."

The two of them challenged each other.

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Meanwhile, in other places Widya is confused to choose the direction of the road. This is due to being too busy with his fatigue while walking with Mila earlier. Now, Widya forgot her way home. Following her instinct, Widya turned left.

Feeling tired, Widya scanned her surroundings to find shelter. On the side of the road, Widya saw a place that looked like a patrol post and there was no one. Rushing over to the place, Widya laid her body and caught her breath.

The village is very quiet. Not even on the street was anyone passing by. It seems like everyone is at work, whether plowing fields, farming, or taking care of farms.

The sound of a motorbike stopping nearby tells Widya that someone is coming.

Forcing her body to wake up, Widya narrowed her eyes at the two men who smiled disgustingly at her.

He quickly got down from his resting place, afraid he would be attacked because of his unfavorable position sitting at the patrol post.

"By yourself, Neng Beautiful. Want us to be friends?" said the smack-haired man.

"If you realize I'm beautiful. You should also be aware that your ugly appearance is unlikely to interest me," Widya said to offend the two.

Pointing at the end of Mila's umbrella, Widya threatened the two men not to approach her as she walked backwards keeping her distance.

"Don't look pretty, you can insult people as good as you can." The thin-moustached man approached Widya ignoring her warning. A furious rage was etched on his face.

"I'm not insulting. I'm just revealing the facts." Widya replied. His heart beat accelerated with fear.

It was impossible to fight these two men alone. Screaming loudly, Widya hoped her screams would be heard by someone.

Surprisingly, it didn't happen. Opening one eye Widya saw Radit holding the hand of the man who wanted to hit her. His figure looks like a hero that every woman often imagines in her mind.

Yeah, hero.

Pulling Widya behind him, Radit covered her with his somewhat muscular body as it often did heavy work.

His tanned skin as well as his wide shoulders made him look masculine. The two smug men in front of him were nothing compared to him.

Peering from behind her back, Widya could see the two people instantly blindly seeing the big man before them.

"I know the scathing words of this woman make you angry, but you don't have to resort to such violence, "look at Radit sharply.

"Is he your girlfriend, Dit?" ask the man Widya thinks is like a catfish because of his thin whiskers.

"Whatever this woman is, you should never again be rude to her. Now, get out of here!" remove Radit Ketus, who immediately followed the two men as soon as possible.

"Are they both your friends?" widya asked from behind her back.

Turning his body, Radit saw the mask that Widya had used when she first walked with him, now he was wearing.

Radit realized that he smelled cow dung, but somehow, seeing that damn mask again made him very upset.

This rude woman was always making trouble wherever she was. If people first see it, it might be immediately amazed by its beauty. Wait, when he opens his mouth. Then that beauty will wear off in an instant.

The bad nature that was inherent in him covered the beauty he had.

"Everyone in this village knows each other."

"Oh so. Why did you come after me, apologize?" tanyanya polo's.

"What kind of empty stuff is that." Radit laughed cynically. "If it wasn't for Mila forcing, I would never have caught up with you. Fortunately I came on time, otherwise you might have been battered by them by now. Can you not find a problem every day? Even just say thank you, but I've helped a few times."

"I never asked for your help. And I never looked for trouble."

"Of course, Princess Supreme Lord, who is short," Radit sneered emphasizing the word 'Short'.

"Don't be a high-handed. Our height is only a few inches different," Widya said.

"A few inches? Your height is just my shoulder, short."

"I'm not short but tiny."

"What difference? Short is short."

"These sounds more adorable."

"Worrying what," muttered Radit.

"What do you say, Short. Well, now let me take you home. I'm not sure you can go home by yourself."

"If you insist, what can you do."

Raising his chin haughtily, Widya walked ahead of Radit.

"Not through there but through here, Blind Direction," pointed Radit at the road behind him.

Turning around, Widya paled her embarrassment.

"I knew. I was just a little dazed."

"Yes, yeah, yeah. What do you say."

"Stop saying that word. I'm sick of hearing it from your mouth." Widya walked past him with an annoyed look.

For some reason, Widya always issued a childish nature from Radit. When he is with Widya, he will act like he is not his usual self. This really bothers him.