The Hate That Ends Marriage

Embarrass yourself

While engrossed in watching horror movies on her notebook, Widya jumped in shock when she heard a knock on her door. The funnier thing is that his heartbeat spurred so fast when he heard Radit calling out to him. It seemed like her husband's arrival was scarier than all the ghostly apparitions she had ever seen on her notebook screen.

How hilarious! All this is due to the actions of Radit some time ago, who launched his action to attack Widya so aggressively. Now she was trembling in fear, listening to her husband's voice.

Closing her notebook screen, Widya put her notebook on her mattress. Then walked with his heart pounding to his doorstep. Turning the keys to his house, he immediately ran hastily into the room after listening to the sound of a click from the keyhole.

Maybe now Radit will look confused, seeing Widya is not behind the door when opening the door. Peering from the crack of his bedroom door, he saw Radit walking over with a sour look. Thinking that her husband was coming to her, she hurriedly closed the door.

Feeling strange not to hear a knock on the door of her room, Widya put her ear on the door of her room. From inside his room he heard the sound of water coming from the direction of his kitchen. Too curious about what Radit was doing out there, he opened the door and walked towards the kitchen. There stood Radit who was busy washing his hands.

Finished washing his hands, Radit turned to face him and exclaimed in shock at his sudden appearance there.

"Next time walk with footsteps I can hear. You surprised me with your white clothes!" Radit stroked his chest.

This time it was Widya's turn to cry out in shock when she saw the reddish scars on the back of Radit's hand. Walking closer, he lifted Radit's wounded hand.

"What happened to your hand? Why can it be red like this" hold Widya carefully on the scar on the back of Radit's hand. "Have you just been in a fight?"

"Not a big deal, I'm fine. I just accidentally fell."

"Oh, huh?" widya looked at Radit's face suspiciously. "This injury doesn't look like you've fallen. I'm not a fool."

"Who says you're stupid."

"Tell me the truth, who hurt you like this?"

"If you knew the man, what would you do to him?" radit said, smiling happily.

"Now this is not the time for you to smile so happily" Widya replied, grumbling.

"And now is not the time to seek the mastermind of the wound that is in my hand. Right now I need the care of my dear wife to bandage this wound" Radit replied, grinning widely.

Throwing Radit's hand in annoyance, Widya shook her waist.

"Take care of your own wounds!"

"Geez, Wid, don't be so rude! Your husband is hurting" Radit said, grimacing in pain.

"Don't you just say you're okay? Why am I just so, right, you're in pain right away?" cibir Widya's. "If you don't want to tell me the cause of your wound, then take care of the wound yourself. Hmphh!"

Wasting her face, Widya turned her body, refusing to look at Radit.

"This sulking attitude of yours is exactly like a child," led Radit, chuckling amusedly behind him.

Back facing Radit, Widya angrily thrust her finger at Radit's chest.

"I'm not a kid, you son of a bitch!"

"Trust me, I just fell." Of course, it's a lie! Until whenever I won't admit to this wound I got for taking your picture. "I wasn't just concerned about working, maybe this is the effect because I was too excited to imagine our exciting journey the day after tomorrow."

It worked! His last sentence successfully silenced Widya to refute his words.

Pulling his finger quickly from Radit's grasp, Widya glanced to and fro, avoiding the hot gaze from Radit. His eyes stopped right at the refrigerator.

"You should cool it down first so that your wound does not swell," said Widya, busy preparing an ice cube compress for Radit. "Now I can see that the back of your hand is beginning to swell."

After wrapping the ice cubes in a small towel, Widya took Radit to their living room couch and told him to sit still as long as he compressed the wound.

His forehead shriveled when he saw the back of Radit's hand so closely. His worried roar was clearly visible on his face as he so carefully compressed Radit's wounds.

"I'm beginning to suspect that you're getting this wound because you want to avoid our trip to the city" Widya said, staring suspiciously at Radit.

"That's ridiculous!" elak Radit fast. "How could I hurt myself for some ridiculous reason, as you said just now."

"Where to know, right. It's possible that you ran out of sense to break your promise again, then without a second thought you ended up taking drastic action by injuring yourself." Flicking her finger, Widya narrowed her eyes at Radit. "Now everything is clear. This is why you don't want to tell me the origin of this suspicious wound and brag, say it's a fall."

"Well, I'm completely out of words with your ridiculous scenario," bellowed Radit, too stunned by Widya's thoughts about her.

"Of course you're out of words. You certainly did not expect me to know this rotten ruse of yours," Widya said, proud of her guesses on target. "As far as you know, I can drive a car, oh my dear Husband. So, there's no point in you doing this."

"I don't know where this ridiculous thought of yours came from, but your guess is wrong."

Widya still put on a look of disbelief in the slightest listening to the lousy relief.

"For what reason would I do all this, if I had been so looking forward to our journey" Radit continued, ignoring Widya's incredulous snort. "You know for yourself, this trip will be our honeymoon trip. Just wanted to remind you, oh my dear wife."

Closing her eyes, Widya looks very surprised to hear the word "Honeymoon" from Radit's mouth. For a while he was very confident that his assumption was true, but Radit reminded him of his desire to sleep with him made him realize that he had acted so foolishly.

Why did I forget about that? So stupid of him.

What her husband said was true. Why would he hurt himself, if he was the same as Widya, so look forward to this journey. Although they have thoughts about this journey with a far different point of view.

The goal is the same for fun. However, the meaning of fun for Radit is contrary to Widya's perspective.

"Next, you take care of your own wounds. I want to continue my spectacle."

"Always so. Escape when I start discussing this," muttered Radit. "Is your spectacle more important than your own husband's health? Every time you get hurt I'm always there to take care of you, but when I get hurt like this you're...."

The insinuations managed to stop Widya from leaving Radit. Groaning inwardly, he returned to his seat earlier and helped Radit treat his wound.

The smile of victory curved so wide on Radit's face as he looked at Widya.